Friday, February 22, 2013

Heartbreaker



Got my heart-shaped necklace after all--now for grounds to wear my heart in the open.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

There is a reason the letters for hope lurk in the word misanthrope. Obscured in part, perhaps a little frightened, but they are there.

Celine

People will often hate you because they cannot understand you. The people for me are those who try. No person can truly understand another. That is the great beauty and tragedy of existence, that everything is a translation. Every word, every expression, every glance, every effort, every creation is an attempt to make something intangible tangible. It is a noble attempt that can never succeed—something is always lost in the translation. The only difference between people that matters is while many become angry at the inability to understand, others make the attempt.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

keeper of my soul

"No one who went to an Alexander McQueen catwalk show could ever again have believed that fashion is merely superficial." 
"Even when he became the toast of Paris, surrounded by the trappings of wealth and fame, he could never stop himself from obsessing over the dark side of beauty, like a little boy turning over a ladybird to examine the black and wriggling legs underneath." 
"He was a Brothers Grimm of fashion, enchanting and captivating the ­audience with the most incredibly ­beautiful clothes, only to make their stomachs lurch with the underlying menace that shot through his work."  
"To wear McQueen is to be dressed in hourglass armour. When I interviewed him a few years ago, he told me: 'I grew up with three older sisters, and I saw them go through a lot of shit, I always wanted to be able to protect them.' He did this the best way he knew how. 'They would call me up to their room and I'd help them pick out clothes for work. Just, you know, what skirt with what cardigan, but I was always trying to make them look strong and sheltered.'"
"He loved to describe himself as an anarchist, but when he received his CBE he told his parents that he locked eyes with the Queen and that it was like falling in love." 
"The genius of his clothes lay in his ability to keep the joy and hope symbolised by beauty and perfection in a tantalising equilibrium with the darkness which rumbled beneath."
-Jess Cartner-Morley

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Stockholm Syndrome

I tell anyone that will listen that this cold is good to me. Come home and my hands bleed from cracks I hid in pockets.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

negative space

The space between is exquisite. Ask any typographer--the space between letters is often more important than the letters. The space between lines in a body of text is more telling than the lines of text. The space between limb and torso is what gives the body its curve. The space between fingers is designed to fit another's. Space is invisible, but not hollow.
She liked how blue everything was.

“Everything was blue,” She wrote in her notebook. Upon lifting the ballpoint, she frowned. Blotting the page were sharp slants and bulbous vowels. She scratched out the line and shut the notebook. Hours passed as she sat motionless, fingers pressed to her mouth. Occasionally her lips would part to let out a sigh.

When everything blue turned black she rose and walked through the corridor without turning on the light.

Friday, February 1, 2013

cupid baby, ive been an angel all year




It must have started with Love Actually and the
I don't want something I need. I want something I want - something pretty.
because now one heart is not enough to warm my chest... craving a heart necklace like the one Harry got for Mia. As always, Betsey knows.

source: Betsey Johnson
source: Betsey Johnson