February 2012
2 posts
look me in the eye and tell me you don’t...
January 2012
9 posts
Drake's Diary: Sixteen Stylish Maxims for the New... →
drakes-london:
Style and taste are a particular sort of intelligence, and vice versa.
Aesthetic judgments rarely transcend the culture of the judge.
The style of studied nonchalance is the psychological triumph of grace over order.
Style is a simple way of saying complicated things. Which is why Fashion is shallow, but taste is deep.
There’s no right or wrong about style. Like a poem, it...
“i always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly...”
– harun yahya
“i don’t know if i’m unhappy because i’m not free, or if i’m not free because i’m unhappy.”
breathless (1960), jean-luc godard
December 2011
3 posts
Watchlight up, light up, as if you have a choice.
(side note: yes, i do realise it is impossible for me to sing without looking like i am epileptic.)
Watchdedicated to a friend. i hope you feel better soon.
September 2011
7 posts
multiple choice
a) open a café b) open a gallery c) set up a studio d) open a boutique e) start a magazine
selena gomez, or where i got my sense of humor
me: that lesbian.
dad: she should be in jail for dating an 11-year-old.
and when i return, everyone will have gone. and there will be nothing left for me to hold on to.
August 2011
9 posts
me: why can't things stay the same?
ily: because then we will never become who we are meant to be.
landslide
well i’ve been afraid of changing, ‘cause i built my life around you; but time makes you bolder, children get older and i’m getting older too.
i wish i could think of a way to make sense of all the feelings in me right now. i swore i’d never let myself feel like this again, and now i’ve gone and walked into the same trap. but i haven’t become smarter the second time around. i haven’t discovered the secret switch that opens the escape tunnel, haven’t found the rope that will lift me out of this dark pit of...
蓉
you were never someone i thought i could be close friends with. i guess it’s a lesson for me not to judge according to what i hear or see. i didn’t expect to find that we have so much in common, so much to talk about. and although the way you choose to live your life is different from the way i live mine, i’m grateful that we met and a little part of your life has touched mine....
July 2011
2 posts
well i’ve been afraid of changing,...
beautifulelectric:
Charlotte In response to Sofia Coppola’s film, Lost in Translation (2003).
Crumpled sheets and a hotel with no name. He leaves her with a kiss that bruises her knees. She looks below and sees the city, Atlantic lights playing with red blue pink orange gold. It has a different smell from her New York but tastes the same. Urban trees bear the same fruit, packaged under...
June 2011
1 post
May 2011
1 post
April 2011
3 posts
March 2011
6 posts
at last
it dawned on me yesterday that final year is more than halfway over. it’s funny how the littlest things- random songs, the scent of the train’s plastic interior in the early morning- take me right back to the very first day, the very first year, when i was still a wide-eyed kid fresh off the boat from a small town. i keep saying that there’s nothing i’ll miss about...
February 2011
2 posts
it felt so crystal in the air.
‘the only person standing in your way is you. it’s time to let her go. lose yourself.’
black swan (2010), darren aronofsky
January 2011
4 posts
bob: the more you know who you are, and what you want, the less things upset you. charlotte: i just don’t know what i’m supposed to be, you know. i tried being a writer, but i hate what i write. i tried taking pictures, but they were so mediocre. you know, every girl goes through a photography phase. you know, horses… taking dumb pictures of your feet… bob: you’ll...
you’re in my veins, and i cannot get you...
and you will see my shadow on every wall
with the end of every semester break and requisite sojourn home comes the melancholy homesickness i have yet to get used to after two years. as always when i go home, it feels like i never left. when i first left home the sensation unnerved me; i couldn’t wait to turn my back on the place for good. it took two years of living somewhere else, a place i had once idealized for so long, to...
December 2010
2 posts
and you can tell everybody, that this is your...