Levitation.

This girl is very fun, check her out.

Photographs by Yowayowa.

Journal. vol. 1

As part of my course we have to make a journal of our inspirations for our final film. This is the beginning.

Pegesus: Allows the hero to ride him to defeat the monster. His rider however, falls off his back trying to reach Mount Olympus. (via Wiki)

My eyes hurt its so beautiful.

Here is a documentary series by Fred & Nick for Mumford & Sons. Its probably the best documentary I've seen since the documentary on sliced bread. I love the part in India where they swap clothes.

1. Mumford & Sons.

2. My Father's band circa 1975.

When I found the first photo it reminded me of my stylin' father, centre in the caramel flares, nice.

My house.

This shower should be illegal its so good.

Freshly baked bread.

Slides projected on the walls.

Jenni's rocky road.

Jenni's hugs.

Chopping the hedges.

Driving practice.

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.

Girls at the park saying to Zee: "you're sister looks funny with that bun on top of her head".

Kisses from Mishka.

Poem suggestions from dream boys.

The first easter hunt I have ever had.

The softest bed.

This is nice.

Life the world and everything.

A vision a day:

Monday: A loaf of bread breathing. Rain pouring down over the city with the lights of the buildings gleaming through the sheets of water.

Tuesday: My freshly baked cookies, piled up to cool.

Wednesday: Nothing to remark.

Thursday: Purple water in the fountain of the "serenity park". Weird.

Friday: To be advised.

Underwater, Bruce Mozert

Mama makes a mean pudding.

I love pudding. Today I borrowed a 385 page book of pudding recipes. I just finished reading it and currently have about one third of the recipes picked out to make. As Lella says, We'll be eating pudding for a long time. What a joy!

Zee posted these photos of Mamy and her childhood dog Anna, she's the coolest and she makes mean puddings.

The horses in the sky

I'm going up to the horses in the sky thats where I'm gonna' go when I die, I'm going up to the horses in the sky, do do do.

Yesterday on the way home from work Zee and I had the pleasure of seeing a wonderful cloud formation. Yes, a horse. In slow traffic I looked up and there it was, the prettiest cloud I have ever seen. So here you are my pretties, I tried to capture the moment as best I could.

Dayum.

I'm not a follower of the "GaGa" clan, but I truly admired her 'Coca-Cola' curling rolls and cigarette glasses in the 'Telephone' film-clip. She has some sweet costumes thats for sure.

Image via weheartit.

Clockwise.

Wowza. Today was the day that the trampoline came crashing down. I saw it there in the morning and decided something must be done after many years of passing comments about how it must go. So I opened my tool-box and grabbed my shifter and a hat and walked into the hot hot sun. I like handy-work, it makes me feel strong. I lasted about five minutes before I was exhausted. One screw was remeved in this time, but there were still many to go. Spiders came scurrying out of the place they had come to call home, where they had raised their children and built many-a-web.

Many fun times were shared on that trampoline, like playing octopus jumping games with Be and Zee, trying to chase after Lella when she said she didn't want to play anymore and falling through the springs, dangling by my feet. The Summer days when we would get home from school and ask Mamma to hose us while we jumped. When friends would come over for the afternoon and you would spend almost the whole evening trying to jump the highest and talking about how amazing it would be if the whole world was made of trampolines. What a pip.

1. Photograph by Saga Sig, The NeverEndingStory.

2. via weheartit.

Look after me.

I love the "My Best Friend " section of the ABC children's program 'Giggle and Hoot'. The song is so catchy and the wee children are so kind, talking about what they enjoy about their best friends.

I miss my best friend. We used to share every lunchtime together at school. On the rainy days I would get quiet and sad and he would be happier than ever. He didn't like the sunny days, but I did. We would go to the canteen together and sit at the table whilst I peeled off rotten paint and carried my lunchbox around and he would shake his head as I searched out the playground for more pieces of paint to remove. I loved when we would drive home with Justin Bieber so loud and you would sing and make up interpretive dance.

Svensen Hollerer, you are one of the coolest people I have ever known. You havn't changed your puppy hair for as long as I have known you, I don't know how you get it so soft.

Images via weheartit.

Flip.

These aren't tears of sadness because you're leaving me

I've just been cutting onions, I'm making a lasagne for one

Oh, I'm not crying, no

There's just a little bit of dust in my eye

That's from the path that you made when you said your goodbye

I'm not weeping 'cause you won't be here to hold my hand

For your information there's an inflammation in my tear gland

I'm not upset because you left me this way

My eyes are just a little sweaty today

They've been looking around and searching for you

They've been looking for you even though I told them not not

….

I'm sitting down at this table called love

Staring down at the irony of life

How come we've reached this fork in the road

And yet it cuts like a knife?

I love Flight of the Conchords.

Garden bliss.

Yesterday Zee, Mishka, Mammy and I did some gardening. It was swell, but very hard. I pulled up a clump of weeds so large that it took up half the dirt in the garden with it.

Today Zee, Mishka and I went on an hour long walk. It was lovely to be outside looking at all the lovely flowers the neighbourhood had to offer. As we walked up the hill next to the old factory we almost collapsed in exhaustion. The old buildings are so beautiful, its a shame there is no-one to take care of them and stop the windows from being broken. I would like to live in there, open plan style with all those windows. It would be grand.

Now I am home, it is a lovely spring evening and the birds are tweeting yonder, my hair is wet and making puddles on the floor.

Fresh to death.

Image via Korean Lovers.

Those good days of old.

This is my darling nephew's Schleich dog. He reminds me of Inspector Rex, of how I used sing and dance to the theme song when it came on, and how I desperately wanted to learn to speak German so I could enjoy Inspector Rex to its ultimate capacity. He taught me to say Scheiße, and although I now have deserted my want to learn to speak German and am now focusing on Korean, I still love Inspector Rex. And I shall always remark; "look its Inspector Rex" to the closest person whenever I see a dog that looks similar. So, bis bald mein lieber freund.

On the shore of the wide world.

When I have fears that I may cease to be

Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,

Before high-piled books, in charactery,

Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain;

When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,

Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,

And think that they may never live to trace

Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;

And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,

That I shall never look upon thee more,

Never have relish in the faery power

Of unyielding love; - then on the shore

Of the wide world I stand alone, and think

Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

-John Keats.

Image via tumbleanne.

Sitting at the bus stop.

via weheartit.

Surround me with paper.

I. Love. Books.

I recently purchased 'Of The Abuse Of Words' by John Locke. Its quite fascinating, according to Mr. Locke, 'If a man thinks without knowing it, the sleeping and waking man are two persons'. How insightful!

The twilight hour.

"the general impression I desire to convey is of a side door crashing open in life's full flight, and a rush of roaring black time drowning with its whipping wind the cry of lone disaster"

-from Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita.

Her light.

Beginning to faint in the light that she loves

On a bed of daffodil sky,

To faint in the light of the sun that she loves,

To faint in his light, and to die.

...

I said the rose, "The brief night goes

In a babble and revel of wine.

O young lord-lover, what sighs are those,

For one that will never be thine?

But mine, but mine," so I swear to the rose.

"For ever and ever, mine."

And the soul of the rose went into my blood,

As the music clashed in the hall;

And long by the garden lake I stood,

For I heard your rivulet fall

From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood,

Our wood, that is dearer than all;

From the meadow your walks have left so sweet

That wherever a March-wind sighs

He sets the jewel-print of your feet

In the violets as blue as your eyes,

To the woody hollows in which we meet

And the valleys of Paradise.

The slender acacia would not shake

One long milk-bloom on the tree;

The white lake-blossom fell into the lake

As the pimpernel dozed on the lea;

But the rose was awake all night for your sake,

Knowing your promise to me;

The lilies and roses were awake,

They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.

...

There has fallen a splendid tear

From the passion-flower at the gate.

She is coming, my dove, my dear;

She is coming, my life, my fate;

The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;"

And the white rose weeps, "She is late;"

The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;"

And the lily whispers, "I wait."

She is coming, my own, my sweet;

Were it ever so airy a tread,

My heart would hear her and beat,

Were it earth in an earthly bed;

My dust would hear her and beat,

Had I lain for a century dead;

Would start and tremble under her feet,

And blossom in purple and red.

-From 'Maud', Lord Alfred Tennyson.

Photograph by Anooke.

光彩

Dior couture collection photographed by Quentin Shih. Love it.

via Fashion Bits and Bobs.