shades of

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Not realising your getting on a roll with a colour pallete until reviewing your Tumblr at the end of a sesh = great feeling. Almost as great as Giseles bod (boobs), but not quite.

Photos: see meine Tumblr for specifics

aYO

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It's the angles of objects, the lines, the horizon, the focal points, the balance, the where he stands to shoot from in relation to the corner of a room.
I feel an almost numbing calm come over me looking at this Spanish dreamboats portfolio.


Can't understand a word of this. Don't even care. Want to go for a wander through the world with me and my camera.

You know that feeling: "...if I'm not going to be in love I may as well not be stuck here"? If not congratulations you don't love love therefore your life will be far more satisfyingly smooth sailing than those of us who do. But anyway, it's not exactly where I'm at for now but do remember that all too clearly from not all that long ago - if I was looking at this then I would be outtie before I'd even had the chance to post this.  

Photos: Yosigo

P.S. If you're new here, welcome. I get some pretty awesoment sentence structures going on and way too much sarcasm for most average humans but you soon warm to it...or so they say. 

Say hi! x


fffiesta

A midweek mexican feast is promised.
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It's not a party without some kitchen woes.
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Whoever said a microwave can't cook 50+ tortillas at once was wrong.
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Sangria! Putting the fie (Spanish for 'guarantee'..I looked it up) in fiesta since forever.
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Aodhannn. Notice gun to head action in background.
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People hurt my head...time to climb stairs.
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My steadfast companion and his burritos.
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Freedom! You taste so sweet and you are so free.
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We talked of rhyme & reason whilst straddling a rooftop wall before progressing to a derelict couch. Great night had by us :)

The end.

Sorry about the slow posting. Lots to come x

Photos: Rachel Kara

not dead


Janie Taylor for ChloƩ on Nowness.com.


Ballet seems kind of hip right now and I am led to believe Black Swan is the catalyst for this. No complaints from me but as one who tends to gravitate away from 'trends' I have a bad habit of defending my interest in the topic, and perhaps even get a touch self righteous knowing it's been a big part of my life since forever - pretty sure I was wearing leotards before I was out of nappies.

Moving forward...

This beautiful video styled by James Worthington DeMolet, directed by Bon Duke and choreographed by Justin Peck features  NYC's principle dancer Janie Taylor road testing ChloĆ©’s dance-inspired Spring/Summer 2011 collection.

I think more than almost anything else I am in awe of the way she navigates those long luscious locks as she dances....

Film: for The Block Magazine via Nowness

eye sea

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There is nothing I don't love in these images. Military jackets, fur, green leather with gold hardware, laceups, black jeans, sweaters, studded laceups, hoodies, tough brown leather.

Photos: Garance Dore

squirm

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The seriously lovely Lucinda of Thrift and Thread payed a visit to my uncharacteristly clean room  a couple of weeks ago to share a cheese platter, delicious watered down guava juice, sunshine, a little picture taking & chats. The purpose and product of our afternoon - an interview for On the Streets of Sydney.

Everyone in creative arts industries needs to add 'pimp' to their job description.

Click here to see read a snippet of my ramblings


Leona Edmiston Spring/Summer 11 Part I

First up: The girls...
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Tania Pozzebom

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Tiah Eckhardt

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Caris Tiivel

More to come

Photos: Rachel Kara


un monstre

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It's a strange mix of comfort and creepiness when someone articulates your deep muddled thoughts...


 Excerpt from Michel Houellebecq, The Art of Fiction No. 206

Interviewed by Susannah Hunnewell
INTERVIEWER
You’ve written that one source of inspiration is the stories people tell you about their lives. Apparently, strangers like to confess things to you.

HOUELLEBECQ

I think I could have been one of the best psychiatrists in the world because I give the impression
 of being nonjudgmental. Which isn’t quite true. Sometimes I am very shocked by what I’m being 
told. I just don’t show it.

 INTERVIEWER
What is your concept of the possibility of love between a man and a woman?

HOUELLEBECQ

I’d say that the question whether love still exists plays the same role in my novels as the 
question of God’s existence in Dostoyevsky.

INTERVIEWER
Love may no longer exist?

HOUELLEBECQ
That’s the question of the moment.

INTERVIEWER
You have said that you are “cyclothymic.” What does that mean?

HOUELLEBECQ
It means you go back and forth from depression to exultation. But in the end, I doubt 
I’m really depressive.

INTERVIEWER
What are you then?

HOUELLEBECQ
Just not very active. The truth is, when I go to bed and do nothing, I’m not badly off. 
I’m quite content. So it isn’t really what you would call depression.

INTERVIEWER
But what stops you from succumbing to what you have said is the greatest danger for you, which is sulking in a corner while repeating over and over that everything sucks?

HOUELLEBECQ
For the moment my desire to be loved is enough to spur me to action. I want to be loved despite my faults. It isn’t exactly true that I’m a provocateur. A real provocateur is someone who says things he doesn’t think, just to shock. I try to say what I think. And when I sense that what I think is going to cause displeasure, I rush to say it with real enthusiasm. And deep down, I want to be loved despite that.
Of course, there’s no guarantee this will last.

INTERVIEWER
What do you think is the appeal of your work, in spite of its brutality? 

HOUELLEBECQ
There are too many answers. The first is that it’s well written. Another is that you sense obscurely that it’s the truth. Then there’s a third one, which is my favorite: because it’s intense. There is a need for intensity. From time to time, you have to forsake harmony. You even have to forsake truth. You have to, when you need to, energetically embrace excessive things. Now I sound like Saint Paul.
 INTERVIEWER
 You once wrote in your biography of H. P. Lovecraft “No aesthetic creation can exist without a certain voluntary blindness.” 

HOUELLEBECQ

Yes, it’s true that you have to choose your family, so to speak. You have to exaggerate a little. 

INTERVIEWER

Who would you say is your family? 
 
HOUELLEBECQ
It may surprise you, but I am convinced that I am part of the great family of the Romantics. 

INTERVIEWER 
You’re aware that may be surprising?

HOUELLEBECQ
Yes, but society has evolved, a Romantic is not the same thing that it used to be. Not long ago, I read de Tocqueville’s Democracy in America. I am certain that if you took, on the one hand, an old-order Romantic and, on the other
hand, what de Tocqueville predicts will happen to literature with the development of democracy—taking the common man as its subject, having a strong interest in the future, using more realist vocabulary—you would get me.

INTERVIEWER
What is your definition of a Romantic?

HOUELLEBECQ
It’s someone who believes in unlimited happiness, which is eternal and possible right away. 
Belief in love. Also belief in the soul, which is strangely persistent in me, even though I never stop saying the opposite.

INTERVIEWER
You believe in unlimited, eternal happiness?

HOUELLEBECQ
Yes. And I’m not just saying that to be a provocateur.

Source: The Paris Review via Our Youth


horchata

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Mya Henry and Eric Werner packed up their New York life to travel, plan, build, collect antiques and finally open Hartwood in Tulum, Mexico. (I swear if Mexico is thrown in my face once more - this is the 4th time - this month I'm taking it as a sign from God and packing my bags).

You Todd Selby know how to press all the right buttons - pun intended. This one time, he wrote me an email. TRUE STORY!!!!

Whilst I do (sort of) appreciate love, recognition and pats on the back, the sooner someone can pay me for taking pictures like this the better.

Photos: Edible Selby

Apologies if you're vegetarianNOT



window seat

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Hands of one I love.

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The table at which we sat.

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Mid doing of my hurr hair, opposed to erm framing my head with triangles to get my picture taken.

The love we share spills over the edges and drips down for all to see.


hit it

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Another one of those way too frequent moments of "why didn't I think of that". The shapes the pretty girls cascading locks make...so dreamy.

Two points:
1. If the man of my dreams doesn't sleep with white sheets on his bed he is no longer the man of my dreams
2. I miss pillow talk.

x

Photos: by Kid @ Hobogestapo

wider than a smile

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"Oh dream maker, you heartbreaker
Wherever you're going I'm going your way
Two drifters off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbow's end
Waiting round the bend..."

Photo: Lady & her Captain, Nanna & Poppa - personal scan.
Lyrics: Moon River