Talking to the man in the moon..

A beautiful series of photos from the talented Laurent Laveder

http://www.laurentlaveder.com

Dry the river

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Let's dance little stranger, show me secret sins.

Cold feet

White tank top:Cos
Belt & necklace: vintage
Tights:no idea..but who cares!
Skirt: H&M DIYed
leather cuff: H&M

“A wall is a very big weapon. It’s one of the nastiest things you can hit someone with.” — Banksy (Banging Your Head Against a Brick Wall)

 These photos were taken on an amazing little street in Hamburg (norderstrasse), a real diamond in the dust, it ain't pretty there, it is certainly not a nice area, but the big ugly concrete wall on one side has been covered with really cool street art, and posters. I love the snails:)

Randum snail fact: snails are born without their shells, but they have a tiny little bit of calcium shell beginning on theirs backs which they build up, using calcium from what they eat. every snail shell has a lighter bit in the middle of the spiral, and that is the bit they are born with.

Ton soleil réchauffe mon coeur

so today I received a big bag of clothes from my flatmate, so I decided to get creative , and this was the result:)

skirt: mans shirt knotted: big pile of clothes heaped in my living room:=), burgundy T-shirt:H&M,belt: vintage.Shoes: New Look. Earrings: Promod. elephant necklace(hardly visible): Accessories

So another Sunday ends

So, after having spent the entire day in bed, watching films and listening to music, I have decided I need to do something with my bedroom... so I let the internet inspire me with images of coziness..mmm! and now should  get my rear in gear...off to the cinema to watch "the intouchables"(i think thats the english title "ziemlich beste freunde" auf deutsch)

"our nature lies in movement, complete calm is death"

Today I found a massive big sack in the entrance of my house, a parcel from my dearest father who decided to send me a heap of my old books from England. It felt a little bit like christmas. one of the books that I baught when I was about 15 on an art field trip in Oxford was "Five" from Patrick James Michel.a beautiful photographic depiction of the the different continents being connected to the different elements-  here are a few images i have(rather badly) photographed:) Happy Sunday Folks!

Tedious riddles of years ago

Neutral Tones

We stood by a pond that winter day,

And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,

And a few leaves lay on the starving sod;

         – They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.

Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove

Over tedious riddles of years ago;

And some words played between us to and fro

         On which lost the more by our love.

The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing

Alive enough to have strength to die;

And a grin of bitterness swept thereby

         Like an ominous bird a-wing….

Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,

And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me

Your face, and the God curst sun, and a tree,

         And a pond edged with grayish leaves. 

Thomas Hardy.

 

first snow..

So I woke up this morning, dyed my hair back to brown( i buckled under peer pressure, too many people said that i have to stop wearing red if my hair is red...!) and at some stage in the middle of my mutation from red head to brunette, I looked out the window only to see that we have finally got the first snow of this winter. I have to say, I have pretty ambiguous feelings towards the weather, because I have finally come to terms that this last year was weather chaos, and that this chaos. We were robbed of our summer, than given the most beautiful autumn, and then it looked pretty much like our winter was also stolen from us!
so somehow the white powdery stuff in the garden doesn't fit into my plan!!In my head, we were about to get the most amazing spring ever!!but I guess we'll have to wait for that...In the mean time, befor I go out to play and force myself into my normal first snow euphoria,  here are some images of winter in my quirky little of 2012.

Is this love- Is this love-is this love that I'm feeling?

My babies..Hot Ice

Reflection

Mirror
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful-
The eye of the little god, four cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish. 

Sylvia Plath

One of my most favorite poems.

Sommersprossen..Summer sprouts:)

Dreaming of what I wish happened to me in summer...

As constant as a northan star.

I have been a big fat Joni Mitchell fan for years, discovered her through my best friends Ma who sometimes used to sing Joni songs while she cooked, her music brings me back to a time where the world was a naive happy and  place. so imagine my joy when i discovered that a more recent big music love of mine covered 'a case of you' in a very very different way, but somehow managed to modernize an almost perfect original without destroying it. James Blake. What a man. his voice has just such amazing facets to it. I went to see him with friends of mine a couple of months back, and I swear my dear friend Rae was not far away from kidnapping and adopting him. he is the absolute most stereotypical well mannered, british somewhat awkward public school boy:) And although Miss Mitchells version will always be special and beautiful, it was somehow made to be covered by James Blake.

The story of my life

This is a story of four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody.

There was an important job to be done and Everybody was asked to do it.

Everybody was sure Somebody would do it.

Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it. 

Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody’s job. 

Everybody thought Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn’t do it.

It ended that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done.

Time to go..

And the moon went still 
In your eyes
And they’re like a lake
Just under the night
And the starships rolled
And the ripples flowed
And we slowly swayed
In the rowboat
Tried to guide it
Our little private resistance
To fold

And the struggle came
And it took no aim
And it pried and tore
And it marched with a cane
Way off the map
In some laundry mat
We both could feel it
And it broke our back
Now the seasons have trouble passing
Through the creases in my heart

And it’s time to know
That it’s time to go
It’s time to know
That it’s time to go

Now the magazines
In the grocery isle
Flash bedroom paint 
And kitchen tile
And the things it left
When you had to let it go
I could live for better
At least I thought so

So up your cheekbones
The veracity
That we weren’t ready to show
And it was time to know
That it was time to go
And it was time to know
That it was time to go

Every sailboat thrown
Every failed poem
Every morning dream
Every evening steam
Every sidewalk sale
Every finishing nail
Every dress that’s worn
Every baby born
deyarmond edison time to know

The greatest pleasure in life is doing something people say you cannot do:)

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So, I have finally got my camera set up for Outfit posts...yay..i must say i felt a little weird faffing about in the garden in too few clothes in the middle of january taking photos of myself, but i guess I´ll get used to it:)

I am wearing: hat and bracelets H&M, beige top Weekday, skirt vintage, jacket and belt Topshop and the boots are from Görtz. ooh and the necklace was a market find in Portugal.