Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Shiny love.

Sloan photography image.

The pincers.

This part of the film was absolutely my favourite. Lella and I have been sporadically re-creating this scene since we went to the cinemas. 'Sirrrrrr'. Oh Harry! how did you ever get so cool?

Meet-cute.

I want a "meet cute". A meet cute involving boat-shoes and french films, a common love of snails and rubber-band balls, letters and tea.
Image via emma nygren.

Happiness and other things.

Today I found a beautiful site of a photographer. As I was scrolling through the lovely pictures on the site I read a post about happiness and fear, and how she had tried to capture photographs of happiness. They were beautiful, however my favourite part was about having a clean tupperware cupboard. I love Tupperware.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Do you have an hour or two.

...and a pot of tea?
Mark Ryden.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Do to the glass.

Today I welcome one of my dearest friends to the blogosphere. Douglas is a kindred spirit. Sometimes he pretends he can rap, not very successfully however. He thinks about owning a trench coat. He isn't entirely ashamed of the fact that he has read the entire Twilight saga by Stephanie Meyer. He makes me laugh until my face hurts. Together we like to repulse people by talking about "phone sweat" (the sweaty palms produced after playing an intense game of Brick-Breaker on my telephone). Douglas is very suave, so here is his blog. appr├ęciez.
Image via Weheartit.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Pure bliss.

'A true friend is one soul in two bodies'- Aristotle.

Friday, March 19, 2010

let me down softly.

Every day trying to make up for the one before
climb three flights to tremble at the sight of your already open door
the frustration I see when I tell you I'd like some company
breaks my heart
how can you be so impartial?

and I've made myself the fool
who's fallen for you
so let me down softly this time and
I wont have to come back cryin'
-Gregory and the Hawk, 'The Bolder Thing To Do'.
Image via iamnotacliche.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Obstacles of being. Part three.

1.Hair entangles me when I do not sleep well.

2.Hair gets caught in drawers when I shut them.

3.One hundred hairs per day are lost, this is okay when you have regular length hair. However when your hair nears ninety centemeters you can practically construct a life-size sculpture in a week. Not pleasant.
Image via ilikeyou.

My mind is filled with you.

Image via Wasting.

These words are working.

Today I discovered a word that I had not heard before. I quite like it.
Spasmodic; occurring or done in brief, irregular bursts.
Image via Weheartit.

Taken by the glory.

I am obsessed with making rubber-band balls at the moment. On Monday Zee bought me a packet of multi-coloured/multi-sized rubber-bands. I have now completed the biggest rubber-band ball that I have ever made. I was hoping it would be the size of a basket-ball but it isn't quite that size. That is my next goal. I just wish the rubber didn't have such a potent smell that you can't wash from your hands. What can I say I am a girl obsessed. I am thoroughly taken by the glory.
Image by Anooke. (this is my marvelous accomplishment, taken on my favourite world map desk which I have inherited (I hope) from my Mammy)

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Freshly baked goods and dust.

Image via Weheartit.

Love, love, love. Do do do do.

Love is not all you need. Love might just fill a void that I have not yet found.
Image via Styletastic.

Zooethy, welcome to the world.

My good friend Zooey has joined the blog world. Zooey makes me feel at home in the strange institution we find ourselves in each day. Svensen, Zooey and I form our own hacky-sack club because we are not good enough to play with the "hacky-elite". She is stylin', check her out here.
Photograph by Tim Walker.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Autumn life.

Anooke.

Gnomes.

... are really cool.
Tim Walker photograph.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

elastic-banded glory.

I love making rubber-band balls. I photographed my beloved achievements this afternoon. I have made two, the smallest of the three was made by Vladimir. He did not like making a rubber-band ball very much.
Images by Anooke.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Letters never to be sent.

I love receiving letters. I am waiting to receive a package at the moment. This package is highly anticipated because it holds my Hamburger Wallet. Please come soon.
via Nerdyx3.

November.

This is my final year on compulsory schooling. In November I shall be doing my final exams. I shall also be anticipating the release of 'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part One'. Oh boy is that going to be a big month! I don't know whether I am more excited to finish school or see the film. I think the mega bonus is that they are all wrapped up in one delightful package. So to relieve myself from the stress of possible failure I shall revel in the glory of Rupert Grint, Emma Watson and Daniel Radcliffe. Aye aye aye.
Image via Weheartit.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Cringe for you.

Birds are revolting. They make me queasy.
Image via weheartit.

Rachel McAdams.

... Glory be.

Seek but do not hide.

via Nerdyx3

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Papery goodness.

Today I went to the bookshop. There were so many books I wanted to buy but I had decided that I was only allowed to buy one today. After a long period or walking up and down the quiet isles I finally decided on the 80th Anniversary Edition of T.S. Eliot's Selected Poems. Its beautiful black and which cover illustration by Clare Curtis held a large portion of its appeal. I am thoroughly enjoying my new book, so I thought I shall share a piece of it with you.

From The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock:


'S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse

A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,

Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.

Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo

Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,

Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.


Let us go then, you and I,

When the evening is spread out against the sky

Like a patient etherised upon a table;

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,

The muttering retreats

Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels

And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:

Streets that follow like a tedious argument

Of insidious intent

To lead you to an overwhelming question...

Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?'

Let us go and make our visit.'

.....

'And indeed there will be time

To wonder, 'Do I dare?' and, 'Do I dare?'

Time to turn back and descend the stair,

With a bald spot in the middle of my hair -

(They will say: 'How his hair is growing thin!')

My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,

My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin -

(They will say: 'But how his arms and legs are thin!')

Do I dare?

Disturb the universe?

In a minute there is time

For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.'

(This is only a portion of the poem, but the rest is equally beautiful)

Image via A Thousand Goodnights.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

All the pretty little ponies.

Image via Weheartit.

Coolio.

I love Yo Gabba Gabba. It is the coolest show out. The tunes are educational and fun. The dancing segment teaches you skills you couldn't imagine.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Take me on a trip.

I want to go to New York. I want to go to Transylvania. I want to go to Austria. I want to go to New Zealand (To Middle Earth in particular). I want to go somewhere.
Image via Weheartit.

You're lovely Edward.

I love Tim Burton's 'Edward Scissorhands' so when I saw this photo shoot by Tim Walker, it was love.

Mermaid dreams.

My hair has a love/hate relationship withs baths. Hate: It is quite the obstacle when I become tangled in my long locks. Love: being fully submerged under the water, having my hair float around me like seaweed. It makes me want to be a mermaid, even if I was the kind that ate humans, after all it is 'eat or be eaten'. If I was going to be any animal, it would definitely be a mermaid.
Image via Weheartit.

The cold air is cracking my heart of stone.

It has been freezing for the last two days. Autumn has arrived and it is as if the atmosphere just wants to make sure we know it is no longer Summer and Winter is speeding towards us like Frankenstein's Monster on his sled. I don't want Winter to come.
Ffffound image.