Halloween? Howling. We were only hoping to play you splintered piano sounds and quartets of broken strings, we were dressed and ready to frighten you to sleep, here.
We are thinking about putting together a little zine with the theme of house plants and garden flowers. We are looking for anyone who would like to contribute with either a poem, piece of writing, dr...
Just something I made as part of a project, the original is longer but I think I prefer this version. The reflections on the brick building happen everyday for a few minutes. Sunlight shines through ...
Weeklong projects piling up. Ive become a butterfly catcher with a woven diamond net.
Photographs from Uncanny Magazine No.3Ive been living in London for a tender five weeks, waking up beside a yawning morning sun, its been drawing gradual light on the walls. Ive never experienced hom...
(original images her e)
Days are short. This is half-hearted, half-forgotten, a mid season yellow dappled rooftop. Incapable of writing the perfect first sentence about sitting in a kitchen sink — comfort found in tin bowls...
The past week I’ve been in Sóller, a house with marbled floor and deep green shutters. Wore my hair in plaits and stared into sunsets. I’m moving to London on Sunday, keep thinking of imaginary proje...
Sometimes when I am trying desperately to avoid things, hide from things, I like to make something like this. Follow at sifting flour. Only if you would like to.
Temper, temper. Our house nearly set alight. Twice eve, I dream of my teeth falling out. Copper kettles glow under the windowsills tempering light. Newspaper wrapping books, going...
From masculine inspired tailoring, playful graphic prints, opulent rich colours and bold monochromatic eveningwear, get set to be inspired by whistles latest collection. Levitation and falling I will...
Written in a rainstorm, a honey coated heatwave. I couldnt sleep last night because of the rain, tapping tin sounds on the windows. Was one of those days where time has an edge on your thoughts. ...
untitled on Flickr.Took some photographs on a Monday. There were Sunflowers and the notion of a practical bee keeper. Tuesday has always been my favourite day, spent the last two weeks ste...
Bleached wheat fields where prairie winds and sky birds sing, an indian summer like no other. Our fingertips silver from stripes, feathers like crowns these wars we rage on diamond sands. Astride wil...
Vlada Roslyakova by Lina Scheynius for Numero Tokyo #49
Feels like a rainy Sunday, pouring us a monsoon to sail down to the sea. Exhaustion is setting in, the cardboard boxes are here to pack everything away. Have been baking cakes for company; Zesting le...
Photographs from my local museum, they have a taxidermy exhibit on. See also Polly Morgan, she creates delicately haunting pieces, from animals which have died natural deaths.
Beginning to pack away my bedroom into boxes. Came across all my old letters from Martha, scattered around my room. ♫
Shot by Autumn de Wilde, here is the preview of the Scandinavia-inspired Rodarte collection for Opening Ceremony. I couldnt help but accidentally stumble across this, isnt it exquisite. Im hopin...
TOASTs early autumn collection arrived, I think, last Monday and with these 6 1/2 Quiet Minutes, I miss autumn. They say your favourite season is around when your birthday is but I cant think th...
Something to listen to while sailing through summer swamps, dipping in and out of deep sleep.The weather has been so heavy recently and there hasnt been a thunderstorm yet. So, in preparati...
Today Ive been fretting over summer projects, Im supposed to be storyboarding different films. Found solace looking through this book of beautiful flowers.
Diary Excerpt No. 59Monday, 11th April 2011Can feel the complexity of the wing pattern beat down from the shadows that strike my writing desk. Falling through the glass of my, London town, broken dow...
Great American plains, where the summer sun leaks, illuminating the golden hours for a sleeper. Lands that stretch, dotted by one room timber homes that rock and creek all through the night. The air ...
Vast cloudless skies surround idle deserts and their frozen waves, a silent ocean suspended into shaped valleys and slanted peaks. Deep grooves thirst for parallels, mirages glimmer floating liq...
Diary excerpt No. 58Sunday, 10th April 2011Glass jars, Hex jars, sit under our light soaked windowsills. Remembered violet nights, burning you from the inside, seasides, city down. Homespun wildflowe...
Diary extract No. 57Saturday, 2nd April 2011Cracks in the rocks, where the words echo through a crumbling radio. Dreams play through a broken station. Sleep station, dream station, a station for fort...
The northern lights shine jewel blues and greens. Amethyst prisms break pastel kaleidoscope trails. Marble coloured houses frame mirrored pools, silent and suspended inside. The road sinks and climbs...
Diary extract No. 56Wednesday, 2nd March 2011Worrisome wednesdays. Equidistant gardens with chains of thistle string washing lines buckling under the weight of winter frocks. Cee shall be hanging her...
The school dance, a "battlefield for the heart". Glitter ball shoots diamonds, lights dance like birds. Behind the bleachers, hiding in petticoats a tear stained lonely hearts dress. White ro...
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