absolum.

little wise owl.

i have a bit of an obsession with owls at the moment.

the strangest part of the equation is that I don't like birds, sure I like some birds. Pelicans amuse me, Peacocks inspire me but there is something about owls that I'm facinated with at the moment.

I dont even classify them as birds.

This last image is my favourite, it really shows the markings of the birds.

I'm not sure why owls are assocaited with being wise, perhaps its the all knowing eyes? Regardless I'm thinking that it might be my next piece of ink.

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Alice.
i finally saw Tim Burton's version, I watched it twice in a row.

there's something soothing about the decadence of a tea party, and the budget of a Burton film.

Despite this modern take on a ever popular children's story it brings me back to the original Lewis Carroll novel.

my favourite lines being :

It's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.

I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

LEWIS CARROLL, Alice in Wonderland

the day that being slightly mentally unstable was charming was the day I could breathe easy.

Liza-B sent me this song.

i can relate to the lyrics completely.

Why can't you want me like the other boys do?

They stare at me while I stare at you

Why can't I keep you safe as my own?

One moment I have you the next you are gone

Rehearsed steps on an empty stage

That boy's got my heart in a silver cage

Why can't you want me like the other boys do?

They stare at me while I crave you

I walked into the room dripping in gold

Yeah dripping in gold I walked into the room dripping in gold

Dripping in gold

A wave of heads did turn, or so I've been told

Or so I've been told

My heart broke when I saw you kept your gaze controlled

Oh I cannot solve

Why can't you want me like the other boys do?

They stare at me while I stare at you

Why can't I keep you safe as my own?

One moment I have you the next you are gone

Rehearsed steps on an empty stage

That boy's got my heart in a silver cage

thanks to my bestie for always inspiring my thoughts with music i love.

idolise.

i want to be a billionaire so fucking bad

so i can lie in bed til four

dripped with jewels the size of fruit

juicy in colour, tough as shit

i dont want to grow up

or face responsibility

i just want to play all day

afraid of being me

im in a rut, a childhood rut. in the last week i've been far more naughty than most could imagine.

ive done bad things, ive done silly things

but overall ive done fun things.

like sneaking out and coming back at 6am.

like sharing secrets.

with all the wrong people.

having sleepovers in front of a fire.

100 coffee runs.

being very badly behaved indeed.

i just want to cruise as far as the horizon and never look back

i used to worry but now all i do is things i dont care about.

its the perfect disguise for winter.

what can't cam do?

Camilla Akran's photography is versatile.

his shoot is of Tiiu Kuik

beautiful and refined.

Another shoot by Camilla. This time Maria Carla Boscono.

amazing images, the mutedskin tones complements the vibrancy in the flowers.

it doesn't have the usual commercial fashion shoot look.

f o o l s g o l d

Leah de Wavrin.

amazing beautiful golden lights, very nostalgic.

The 2nd last boobie shot reminds me of the MAC barbie promotion,flawless.

Really into beige and golden colours at the moment, the understated natural ambience it sometimes just as powerful as the feirce power of bright colours.

dear nan. your work blows holes through my brain.

I stumbled across this little gem, Nan Godin.

Beautifully composed pictures.

If you've been following my blogs then

you'll know im a big fan of light.

i enjoy a nice lit photo and some grainy texture.

Nan does both of these things.

i especially delight in Nan's subject matter

the subjects often appear exposed in their natural environment.

its interesting, almost like a fly on a wall.

the seperation between the couples is obvious.

unsure if its resentment or simply to illustrate space.

loud 'n' proud.

life motto.

"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." — Marilyn Monroe

vogue.

devon aoki.
sometimes when i look at this little gem of a blog// or lack there of
i wonder why and what it is i aim to achieve.
its not a fashion blog
its not a music blog
it rarely has a theme either.

when people ask me what my blog is about i struggle.
so perhaps its about life.
ever-changing, evolving
and a documentation of what used to be important.
the trends leave as quickly as they came
but the sentiments are real

each tear drop was worthy of falling
every word flowed as naturally as water from a brook
and every heart felt pain
left my mind and howled into the night like a lone wolf
desperately searching for its pack.

sometimes there is a poem, other times nothing
there is plently of times i just cant be
fucked.

there is things to envoke emotion
or educate thought
like a patchwork qulit, the final effect would be nothing without each individual square

i chose the photos of devon because.
i like the way they look
old and faded office space
not unlike parts of my life
plus she is amazing,
that little porcelin mouth, so small it barely looks like words come out
yet fierce.
devon, i worship you.