the alchemist.

the killing moon, the cherryblossom girl, zooborns, souvenirs, sea of shoes, not common people, anniebyheart, famous when dead, rachel roy, meirav barzilay, architizer, tfs, fashion gone rogue

eniko is everything.

Eniko Mihalik by Benny Horne for RUSSH

via fashion gone rogue

April Aubade.

Worship this world of watercolor mood

in glass pagodas hung with veils of green

where diamonds jangle hymns within the blood

and sap ascends the steeple of the vein.

A saintly sparrow jargons madrigals

to waken dreamers in the milky dawn,

while tulips bow like a college of cardinals

before that papal paragon, the sun.

Christened in a spindrift of snowdrop stars,

where on pink-fluted feet the pigeons pass

and jonquils sprout like solomon's metaphors,

my love and I go garlanded with grass.

Again we are deluded and infer

that somehow we are younger than we were.

- Sylvia Plath

to waken dreamers in the milky dawn.

kate moss by mario sorrenti

via fashion gone rogue

panopoly.

i adore these wearable bits of poetry. they feel like talismans or like wearing them could make something happen.

check them out here

desert fox.

holiday season is almost here and you need these.

there is only one of everything.

Not a tree but the tree
we saw, it will never exist, split by the wind and bending down
like that again. What will push out of the earth

later, making it summer, will not be
grass, leaves, repetition, there will
have to be other words. When my

eyes close language vanishes. The cat
with the divided face, half black half orange
nests in my scruffy fur coat, I drink tea,

fingers curved around the cup, impossible
to duplicate these flavours. The table
and freak plates glow softly, consuming themselves,

I look out at you and you occur
in this winter kitchen, random as trees or sentences,
entering me, fading like them, in time you will disappear

but the way you dance by yourself
on the tile floor to a worn song, flat and mournful,
so delighted, spoon waved in one hand, wisps of roughened hair

sticking up from your head, it's your surprised
body, pleasure I like. I can even say it,
though only once and it won't

last: I want this. I want
this.

- Margaret Atwood.

i am love.

going to watch this tonight.

stargirls.

some recent beauties via fashion gone rogue - exams over soon, cannot wait for holidays!!