Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Light breaks where no sun shines







Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides;
And, broken ghosts with glowworms in their heads,
The things of light
File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.

A candle in the thighs
Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age;
Where no seed stirs,
The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars,
Bright as a fig;
Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.

Dawn breaks behind the eyes;
From poles of skull and toe the windy blood
Slides like a sea;
Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky
Spout to the rod
Divining in a smile the oil of tears.

Night in the sockets rounds,
Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes;
Day lights the bone;
Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin
The winter's robes;
The film of spring is hanging from the lids.

Light breaks on secret lots,
On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;
When logics die,
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.

- Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines, Dylan Thomas

Somebody's boring me. I think it's me.

C'est Cranium.
Watercolours.

I was listening to Crawdaddy Simone while drawing this, so, you can imagine where the 'inspiration' came from.
I have way too much free time.

Monday, June 29, 2009

It's not a night light, it's a glow-in-the-dark Batman - it's retro.

Effy Stonem.

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I will cut you in half.

Faris Badwan alias Rotter.


Count.
Yeah, count in fives.
And if another number confronts me,
I will cut you in half.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.



John Waterhouse
From the top: Thisbe, Lamia On Her Knees, La Belle Dame Sans Merci, Flora.

Maybe it's just me, but, I prefer Art like this, whimsical, yet, it manages to capture emotions, people and scenes in a realistic way.
The characters of all these myths spring to life beautifully, courtesy of John Waterhouse.

My Favourite?
Flora.

To view more of his sublime work, click here.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

I always thought I'd like my own tombstone to be blank. No epitaph, and no name. Well, actually, I'd like it to say "figment."

Balenciaga Resort '10

I would wear this beauty with a pair of leather wedge boots, preferably in cream, with, perhaps, the addition of shredded tights.

I love that necklace, though.

I am a deeply superficial person.



Oh, don't touch me, please, I cannot stand your lies.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

I'm bored, let's get high.

I love the tale of Ulysses.

Well, anyone who loves this song should read Homer's epic, The Odyssey, as well as James Joyce's Ulysses.

I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men.


















Vanessa Bruno Fall '09- RTW
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I can only think in fragments.




Absence never makes the heart grow fonder.
It only makes it grow stronger.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

I'm not vicious really. I consider myself to be kindhearted. I love my mum.

Meet Sid.
He's a bona fide ass.
I love him.

Contrariwise, if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic.

This time, perhaps, this time, it will happen.
It will.
I will continue to live on the hope that it will.
After all, I am an optimistic fool.

Monday, June 15, 2009

1,000 years from now there will be no guys and no girls, just wankers. Sounds great to me.- Trainspotting.

"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a f**king big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of f**king fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing f**king junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, f**ked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin? "

- Renton, Trainspotting.

They'll never miss a beat.

Party, U.K. style.
I'd give anything to be with these two.
I wonder what the photographer's been doing to get these two in such a state.
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Sunday, June 14, 2009

She follows Andromeda on her journey to the stars.




"No, you are not worthy of the love which I have devoted to you. I knew all along that the prize I had set my life on was not worth the winning; that I was a fool, with fond fancies, too, bartering away my all of truth and ardour against your little feeble remnant of love. I will bargain no more: I withdraw."
Vanity Fair.



Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.


I don't believe in time. I never can and never will.
The time can be whatever I want it to be, I don't need to conform to what the world views as 'time'. I suppose, if you think about it, life is a dream. But, perhaps not an empty one. I don't know how to fill the empty spaces, though.

Perhaps, the only thing I believe in, is day and night.
Especially when the stars shine down.


Current wishlist:
Nikon analog camera
Polaroid camera
Art Nouveau style antique chandelier
The Velvet Underground oversized band t-shirt
Laduree's macaroons
Boxes et boxes of Twining's gunpowder tea
Lace parasol
Balenciaga boots
A bunch of perfect white gardenias
Marie Antoinette DVD
Ulysses, James Joyce, October 1935 copy, illustrated by Matisse
Gracelands/Wastelands record
Louis XV armchair
Falke lace tights
Boucheron gold snake ring
Tom Binns safety pin necklace
Black Chanel 2.55
Straw hat
(Does this seem too shallow? Ah well.)
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