...in my world, the books would be nothing but pictures...

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

everything's coming up roses....

He does not need opium. He has the gift of reverie. Anais Nin


Hearts will never be practical, until they are made unbreakable.






I'm Sam. So I hear. I'm Benny. With an 'n'?
Two of 'em. This is Joon. With an 'n'?
One - you're out of your tree. It's not my tree.




Vada? Yeah? Will you think of me? For what? Well, if you don't get to marry Mr Bixler...I guess.



I would rather fight with you, then make love with anyone else...














Vivian "In case I forget to tell you later, I had a really good time tonight"













Baby, like the rose, oh darling,
you breathe colour in my life....










Monday, March 29, 2010

...cupid, draw back your bow...


Youtube : Amy Winehouse 'Cupid', Glastonbury 2007.
Sam Cooke, 'Cupid', Original Version

...i went out a-wandering...


I went out
a-wandering
,














Beneath an unknown sky,


the heavens
all shook violently,

















He caught my eye,















Strange fruit fell,

My heart
became
a single flame,











It wanted
nothing more.































































Sunday, March 28, 2010

....the truman show....


Barbara, "Are you ever bored?"

Truman, "No, because I'm terribly curious. It's very hard for me to get bored because even when somebody's being actively boring I'm interested in how they are boring me. I'm analysing that, and so that keeps me entertained."

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Autumn





















The word Autumn comes from the old French word autompne (automne in modern French), and was later normalized to the original Latin word autumnus.

What is Autumn? leather boots, patterned tights, blushing leaves, umbrellas, earl grey tea, bursts of rain, red wine...


To Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless,
With fruit the vines that round thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples that moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells,
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o'er brimm'd their clammy cells,
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad might find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozing hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast the music too, -
While barred clouds bloom the soft dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosey-hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn,
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breat whistles from a garden croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

John Keats

"hello lover..."

...Frida...



The art of Frida Kahlo is a ribbon around a bomb - Andre Breton



Feet, why do I need them if I have wings to fly? - Frida Kahlo

Check out this video: She & Him - In The Sun

Check out this video: She & Him - In The Sun

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

lets go to paris...





...down the rabbit hole...

23/3/10

Today I learned how to create a blog. Hmmm, what to blog about? Curiouser, and curiouser...

Let's start with introductions. I am 24. I have recently gone back to university. (Does that make me a mature student?)

I like
cans of diet coke, autobiographies, Picasso paintings, flowers, Julia Roberts movies, shiny shoes, snow globes and Sunday papers - to mention a few things.

Like most people, I love the prettyful things in life - peonies, foreign films, night skies, vintage tea sets, love songs etc, etc....In this blog I will attempt to brighten your days by capturing such eye candy. I will punctuate this with random observations of life - 'through the looking glass'...

xoxoxo

pret·ty

[prit-ee],-ti·er, -ti·est, noun,plural-ties, adverb, verb,-tied, -ty·ing.
–adjective
1.
pleasing or attractive to the eye, as by delicacy or gracefulness: a pretty face.
2.
(of things, places, etc.) pleasing to the eye, esp. without grandeur.
3.
pleasing to the ear: a pretty tune.
4.
pleasing to the mind or aesthetic taste: He writes pretty little stories.
5.
(often used ironically) fine; grand: This is a pretty mess!
6.
Informal. considerable; fairly great: This accident will cost him a pretty sum.
7.
Archaic
or Scot..
brave; hardy.

-Pretty view
-Sitting pretty
-Pretty Woman
-Pretty Ricky lyrics
-Am I pretty?
-Pretty special
-How pretty are you? (Quiz)
-Pretty face