Sunday, 13 December 2009

a tunnel from my window to yours,



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And if the snow buries my, my neighbourhood.
And if my parents are crying
then I'll dig a tunnel
from my window to yours,
yeah a tunnel from my window to yours.
You climb out the chimney
and meet me in the middle,
the middle of the town.
And since there's no one else around,
we let our hair grow long
and forget all we used to know,
then our skin gets thicker
from living out in the snow.

You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head,
as the day grows dim
I hear you sing a golden hymn.


xxx

Lust In The Movies














































All romances should look like this. xx







Sunday, 8 November 2009

I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea
















































































































I have such a fascinationation with water, even being close to the sea makes my eyes shine a hundred times brighter, my nanny always called me a water baby.
1,2,3 Ryan Mcginley,
4 Leibowitz,
6,7,8,9 unknown,
10,11 Danielle Kwaaitaal


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Sunday, 1 November 2009

Paper Planes

I've always admired artists who use paper cutting in their work because I don't know it might be my own lack of grace and patience with scapels, or the way they have utilized such a simple material to create great things.












































top to bottom
Mia Pearlman, Su Blackwell, Rob Ryan, Elsa Mora

Wednesday, 28 October 2009

Indian Summer























there's something about red indians.
x

Sunday, 25 October 2009

Calm me and let me taste the salt you breathed while you were underneath,

really looking forward to Brand New.

(This is the end.)
This story's old but it goes on and on until we disappear,
(This is the calm.)
Calm me and let me taste the salt you breathed while you were underneath,
(We are the risen.)
I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea,
(After the storm.)
I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean,
(Rest in the sea.)
I know that this is what you want, a funeral keeps both of us apart.
(Washed up on the beach.)
You know that you are not alone, I need you like water in my lungs.

Friday, 23 October 2009

Where The Wild Things Are




My friend Alex got me all excited about 'Where The Wild Things Are' and now I struggle to get it out my head, it just makes my thoughts flourish. Here are some bits I've gathered since then.
I'm inspired by Rousseau's state of nature and just looking at these makes me want to become a wilderness recluse.

They make me want to go exploring
























Above, Movie poster, and unknown image
below unknown












































Above both Ryan Mcginley
Below Tim Walker close up




My name is Pearl, and I love you the best way I know how

There's just something about Natasha Khan that makes me want to play Peter Pan and the lost boys, she's utterly captivating. We saw Bat for lashes a few sundays ago and she totally exceeded everything I hoped, she was so endearing and childlike, absolute best friend material.





















































x

Wednesday, 21 October 2009

Glittering Blackness

Yesterday morning I caught a glimpse of the late sunrise in my windmirror it was like the sky was on fire. There's something about Derek Henderson's photographs with soft lighting and focus that seemed so perfect for these dark days right now, they're so fragile it's beautiful.

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