Saturday, September 05, 2009

Of Saints.

And so begins la rentrée. To stave off such awful thoughts as that, I spent a couple of days in Paris. Managed to catch some form of tonsillitis which hasn't fully disappeared. Thank you metro.

Started in Père Lachaise. Eerie and beautiful. The monuments to the concentration camp victims were the most moving.

Stumbled across the All Saints store, newly opened this year, and undergoing some reconstruction when I went in. I can not say enough how much I love this designer. The fabrics are a delight to touch. I managed to walk out with nothing but money in my bank account, but have been pining over the website ever since. Some of my favourites:

Oh this coat this coat this coat. If only I could reason that much money when I only have to suffer four months of cold until I don't need it for years... Did I mention I've been in France for seven months now? It seems ridiculous. Now a few bits of inspiration here and there.



Farewell summer, thanks for all the good times. I'll see you soon.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Finding Stillness

It's been a while. I've made a million memories. Here's proof.

Drink up, baby, stay up all night;
the things you could do, you won't but you might;
the potential you'll be that you'll never see;
the promises you'll only make.

Drink up with me now and forget all about the pressure of days:
do what I say and I'll make you okay, and drive them away;
the images stuck in your head.
People you've been before that you don't want around anymore,
that push and shove and won't bend to your will...
I'll keep them still.

Drink up, baby, look at the stars, I'll kiss you again
between the bars, where I'm seeing you there,
with your hands in the air,
waiting to finally be caught.

Drink up one more time and I'll make you mine:
keep you apart, deep in my heart, separate from the rest
where I like you the best
and keep the things you forgot:
The people you've been before that you don't want around anymore,
that push and shove and won't bend to your will...
I'll keep them still.

Where ever you are, leave it. What ever you're doing, drop it. Get out and see the world!
(Elliot Smith - Between the Bars)

Monday, May 25, 2009

Inspiration in no particular order.

Too blind to know your best.
Hurrying through the forks without regrets.
Different now, every step feels like a mile.
All the lights seem to flash and pass you by.

via NAST

Check it out! Sun! and crepes. Man they were good crepes..

I door I found on my travels.

Very tame peacock at Leeds' Castle. How exquisite.

Vogue U.S. August 1998 via café mode.

So how's it gonna be.
When it all comes down you're cycling trivialities.

via NAST

Photography miguel reveriego via kelly smith

Don't know which way to turn.
Every trifle becoming big concerns.
All this time you were chasing dreams,
without knowing what you wanted them to mean.

So how's it gonna be.
When it all comes down you're cycling trivialities.
So how's it gonna be.
When it all comes down you're cycling trivialities.


lily donaldson via tfs

Who cares in a hundred years from now.
All the small steps, all your shitty clouds.
Who cares in a hundred years from now.
Who'll remember all the players.
Who'll remember all the clowns.

Friday, May 22, 2009

More stuff and things

via anna trevelyan

nasir mazhar via anna trevelyan

I'm waiting to become my age. Probably shouldn't do that, given I am whatever age I am, tant pis. I've been too old for it for a long time. Now I'm beginning to think I'm going the opposite way. It's probably a product of being around people younger than me all the time here in France, an irritating truth of the exchange process, which extends into thinking about the past, because friends at home are irrevocably frozen in time via distance.

People my age:


As you can see, I, like everyone else on the web, am digging white shirts at the moment. I tried to find some more than fashion inspiring people, but I picked some dodgy search terms. Share some with me if you please (or just yourself, whatever).

Thursday, May 21, 2009

The hole

I screwed up my knee somehow running the other day. Not being able to exercise is the pits, as all I've done instead is nothing + eating. Saw a bit more of the countryside today with my host family today, and via papermag I found this amazing prank. Basically these two guys found a lot of information about this gamer on the internet, put together a scrapbook and gave it to him, beginning his 'mission to save the future'. It goes on for years, and includes plane travel, an art exhibition of the prank and culminates in the gamer finding himself in a theatre show in which he saves the future. Amazing stuff, and here's the full thing from his point of view here.

Along the same lines of distracting things on the internet, I 'stumbled upon' this, an artwork in which the artist sent over 300 love letters (to lovers, friends, family) pasted to the outside of the addressed evelope for all to read, to strangers. They're all up on the website if you want to peruse. I've never sent a love letter in my life thanks to the internet, and I'm feeling a bit left out of the process. It's a bit of voyeurism really, but so is postsecret and we all know how successful that is. What makes watching private things publically so fascinating? Some say it's about exploring human nature and feeling more connected. I suppose that is in there, but we're still not at all connected to the real people who write/receive those love letters, or who write those secrets, so what is it?

I miss being creative. And being around creative people. I miss living and feeling like this:

Does that make sense? If you have any creative things I should look into, hit me up.

First four lookbook last two me.