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.