The wine of life is drawn.

Judith With the Head of Holofernes, Peter Paul Rubens.

Left the world in tatters.

Love will tear us apart, again.

I keep my own personality in a cupboard under the stairs at home so that no one else can see it or nick it.

Soundtrack of the Day: Perfect Day by The Kinks.

If you ever need anything please don't hesitate to ask someone else first.

Hanne Gaby for Dazed and Confused

"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king."
-All That is Gold Does Not Glitter, J.R.R. Tolkien.

If the skies fall, one may hope to catch larks.

Gustav Doré

Here today, gone tomorrow.

If you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?

My apologies.
My procrastination of procrastination has been caused by a fabulous emotion called anger.
It's good fun. Try it.

Remember, remember, the fifth of November.

"Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant and vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me "V"."
- V, V for Vendetta

Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?

I have always preferred the reflection of the life to life itself.

A Truffaut interview.

Corruption and hypocrisy ought not to be inevitable products of democracy, as they undoubtedly are today

Umask political corruption with Ctrl.Alt.Shift.
You can buy the comic here

I am Colin. God of Sex. I'm just on the wrong continent, that's all.

"Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere.
Often, it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love.

If you look for it, I've got a sneaking suspicion... love actually is all around."
- Love, Actually.

Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.

"There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the extra person in the room."
- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Baby was a black sheep.

Horses, by Patti Smith is one of my favourite records of all time.

A spray of stars hit the screen.

It glittered and it gleamed
For the arriving beauty queen
A ring and a car
Now you’re the prettiest by far
No party she’d not attend
No invitation she wouldn’t send
Transfixed by the inner sound
Of your promise to be found
- Kiss Them For Me, Siouxsie & the Banshees

I'm having a massive love affair with Fragonard.
Care to join moi?

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone.

Today is a good day for staying in, watching Notting Hill in striped pajamas while consuming some luscious chocolate cake and tea.
Oh, and, crooning to Bill Wilder's "Aint No Sunshine".

Hendrix is sexy man.

Hendrix's guitar solos make my face melt.

Deer in the headlights.

Is it really that easy to forget?

Woodstock. 1969. Be there.

In my opinion, Rock and Roll Suicide is one of Bowie's most powerful and beautiful songs. I know it makes me feel wonderful.

Inglorious basterds.

Melanie Laurent as Shoshanna Dreyfus in Inglorious Basterds

Monsieur, je vous demande pardon. Je ne l'ai pas fait exprès..

[Collections: Marios Schwab, Missoni, Proenza Schouler]

For some reason, when I saw the Missoni collection, I thought, Marie Antoinette at her execution. In the best possible way.

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