Living Like Weasels

“We could, you know. We can live any way we want. People take vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience--even of silence--by choice. The thing is to stalk your calling in a certain skilled and supple way, to locate the most tender and live spot and plug into that pulse. This is yielding, not fighting. A weasel doesn't "attack" anything; a weasel lives as he's meant to, yielding at every moment to the perfect freedom of single necessity.
I think it would be well, and proper, and obedient, and pure, to grasp your one necessity and not let it go, to dangle from it limp wherever it takes you. Then even death, where you're going no matter how you live, cannot you part. Seize it and let it seize you up aloft even, till your eyes burn out and drop; let your musky flesh fall off in shreds, and let your very bones unhinge and scatter, loosened over fields, over fields and woods, lightly, thoughtless, from any height at all, from as high as eagles.”

All You Need Is Love

It doesn't matter that their love affair was one of the more tumultuous of our times, with him writing letters in her blood and her lured into the rock and roll world of drugs. But I still find Pete and Kate to be the most beautiful couple

Self Portraits

I love self portraits with cameras. There is something so cheeky in hiding a photographers face, yet letting the viewer in on their surroundings. Its almost as if they are taking a picture of their audience.

Peeling Potatoes

I've always loved this image not because of its main subject, the potatoes (although they can be quite fascinating at times) but for the wrinkles on my mothers hands. I find them so incredibly beautiful.

These Bloody Days

These bloody days have broken my heart,
My lust, my youth did them depart.
For your wit alone many men would bemoan,
And since it is so, many still cry aloud.

It is a great loss that you are dead and gone,
A time you had above your poor degree,
Before whereof your friends may well bemoan,
A rotten twig upon so high a tree has slipped your hold
And you are dead and gone.

These bloody days have broken my heart,
My lust, my youth did them depart.
And blind desire of ambitious souls,
Who haste to climb seeks to revert and about the throne,
The thunder rolls.

These bloody days have broken my heart...

Thomas Wyatt

Caught

Warning - there will be some deep hippy middle of the day rambling in this post, so read on at your own will ... have you made up your mind? Still going to read on? Ok, bless your soul, here is the rambling. Do you ever have that moment? That one moment where you are so lost in your everyday work, your stressful thoughts, spinning in chaos, rushing somewhere when you just stop. Something catches your attention and makes you think: wow ... life is good. They should have a name for this feeling. Like catch and release. Something just snaps you awake but then lets you float in serenity. For me, it was the light. To be exact, the light through the orchids. I was rushing up and down all around my house, when the light just stopped me in my tracks - for lack of better words. And then ... everything was ok. I was caught, and released. Ok ... Life is good.

Camera Porn

A new segment to quench my unsatiable thirst for a Leica camera. For now, I'm broke as shit and can't afford to even gaze at one for too long, but for those moments when I lose hope in raising funds, I will just look at Leica porn.Jesus, I hope Blogger doesn't place a content warning on my blog ...

Open Book

School has started and that means its time to go back to reality. I cant stress how much this blog will be a needed escape from everyday life, the single place where I can rave blindly of Dries van Noten and be understood. But I also can not stress the importance ... hmm, maybe I should work on this ancient concept of writing I have not used since the end of schoo. What I mean to say is that this is the this final school year, the home run, the final hurrah, if you will. The awkward adolescent years are almost over and I have my eye on Oxford University, a major in English and maybe one day a career as an editor ... So an ode to Oxford, in form of a beautiful flickr book shot.

Hallucinations

Tim Barber is one of the few photographers who can actually produce sighs from his viewers. With the risk of sounding like a Hallmark card, he literally takes my breath away. Barber's photographs of even the most mundane objects are mystic in nature and a constant play of light and shadow are overwhelming, in the best possible sense. For more of his work visit his newly launched site.

 
 
 

Honey Hearts

I made a cake today. No scratch that. My mom made a cake today. I just helped in cleaning (also known as licking) the mixing bowls seeing as how I once failed to boil water properly (who knew it would evaporate that quickly?!)
Also I may or may not have acquired a sugar illness on the amount of pieces I have consumed. They are my mom's invention - a vanilla and nut mix with a peach jam centre and chocolate glaze. But my favorite part of this cake is the name: Honey Hearts.

THE SARTORIALIST BOOK

As a late birthday treat, I bought myself the new Sartorialist book. Hands down, it is the best 35 dollars I have ever spent (other than Holiday Barbie back in grade six ... I mean ... grade two). Its filled with five hundred photos of sartorial perfection, a myriad of inspiration on an "I have nothing to wear" day. If anyone knows me, they know I have a huge love for Scott Schuman and his sharp eye. It may be an unrequited love, but trust - I will be in the second version of this book someday!

Charlotte Gainsbourg + BECK

Charlotte Gainsbourg and Beck are teaming up for a music video. Expect to see "Charlotte Gainsbourg putting on make-up in a bathroom only to turn around and see a monster in the bathtub and Beck lounging in the bedroom just as a shirtless chubby kid bounces in playing air guitar" Whaaaat? So. frikkin. excited.

The obligatory grainy black and white artsty fartsy studio shot

Heart In A Cage

I am what you would call an amateur photographer. And this is what one would call me if they were being unbearably nice or if they were somewhat drunk. I do the best I can, and I decided to put my skills (lol) to good use on this new locket I found stole from my mother. Who knew macro could amuse me for a good half hour!

11:02 (Why do I always blog so late at night?)

Thank you, dear Nylon Magazine, for featuring a leica camera in your October issue. It's great to see my one and only love featured along side the one and only Alexa Chung. Oh, wait, what's that? If only I had a couple (a couple as in $7,995) thousand to spare. Thank you, dear Nylon, for also crushing my hopes at any photographic amazing-ness.

Yay for crappy webcam photos and creepy fingers pointing from the sides!

Brown Booties

Still keeping a look out for the perfect flat lace up boots. I'm thinking of going thrifting soon but I've yet to convince my friends none of my lameass friends will come along with me. But alas, sifting through old clothes which may or may not have thirty year old deodorant stains is much more fun when you have company.

Discotheque Confusions bombass brown laceups, FTW