like a warm drink you seep into my soul.

jamie cullum

source: mert allas + marcus piggott, via +

borre akkersijk

borre akkersdijk's ready made collection is a concept

that is all about the production process.

source: trend tablet, photographer: marie taillefer

styling & creations: borre akkersdijk

make up & hair: olivier de vriendt

models @ martin franck

http://vimeo.com/8359571

intense love...

intense love does not measure, it just gives.

mother teresa

source: reflections of glamour, vogue Italia, march 2008, photographer: steven meisel,

comme des garçons, via voque italia

goals...

happiness is when the goals of yesterday,

 emotions of today + the hopes for tomorrow are all the same.

joseph gogler

source unknown, via +

muveil

muveil gorgeous spring summer 2011 collection.

i love the splashes of colours with the tan and beige 

source: via a glamorous little side project

yellow splash

yellow splash

i have a thing for yellow at the moment, must be all the sunshine

source: 1 via solid frog, 2 gabriel dawe via +,

3  wolfgang laib via +, 4 rodarte for opening ceremony,

5 via julie's juice, 6 whole living,

 7 anthropology, 8 muveil via a glamorous little side project

they say

they say that time changes things,

 but you actually have to change them yourself.

andy warhol

source: linda evangelista, photography by steven meisel, via +

let us....

let us read, and let us dance;

these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.

voltaire

source: vogue itali,a march 2011, it's all about couture, model: stella tennant,

photographer: paolo roversi, stylist: edward enninful, via newslicious

you don't...

you don’t need to justify or explain your dreams.

they belong to you.

paulo coelho

comme des garcons, via +

you can walk away from your mistakes

you can turn your back on what you do

just a little smile is all it takes

yeah, you can have your cake and eat it too

loneliness will get to you somehow

but everybody loves you now

billy joel- everybody loves you now

source: martin margiela, fall–winter 1990–1991, photography ronald stoops

street magazine volumes 1 & 2 (1999), via +

almonds

i have the taste of almonds from your lips in my mouth.

our worlds have never gone outside.

 only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.

from the diary of frida kahlo, an intimate self portrait

source albert watson, via +

interior

her mind lives in a quiet room,

a narrow room, and tall,

with pretty lamps to quench the gloom

and mottoes on the wall.

there all the things are waxen neat

and set in decorous lines;

and there are posies, round and sweet,

and little, straightened vines.

her mind lives tidily, apart

from cold and noise and pain,

and bolts the door against her heart,

out wailing in the rain.

interior: dorethy parker

source: daniel egnéus, via +

a smile...

a smile is a curve that sets everything straight.

phyllis diller

 sarah moon, via +

the scent of your dreams

the scent of your hair

will follow me into dreams

when i roll over.

daily haiku on love by tyler knott gregson

source: magnificent top to toe , vogue italia, march 2002 ,

photographer: paolo roversi, christian dior, spring 2002 couture, via +

so many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes,

yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully,

if only you were interested in them.

sylvia Plath

 source: androgyny magazine #4, photographed by yuval hen via tfs

meant to be....

what’s meant to be will always find a way.

trisha yearwood

source: unknown (someone mentioned that it might have been for a cadbury add, but was not sure) via +

for japan with love

a day of silence for those who can no longer speak + for those in pain

for japan with love

please donate big or small shelterbox usa

after the storm...

there will come a time you’ll see with no more tears,

and love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.

get over your hill and see what you find there,

with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

mumford sons, after the storm
comme des garcons, via +

two secrets

there are two kinds of secrets.

the ones we keep from others and the ones we keep from ourselves.

frank warren 

sourve: melvin sokolsky, via +

when you were sleeping on the sofa

 i put my ear to your ear and listened

to the echo of your dreams.

that is the ocean i want to dive in,

merge with the bright fish,

plankton and pirate ships.

i walk up to people on the street that kind of look like you

and ask them the questions i would ask you.

can we sit on a rooftop and watch stars dissolve into smoke

rising from a chimney?

can i swing like tarzan in the jungle of your breathing?

i don’t wish i was in your arms,

i just wish i was pedaling a bicycle

toward your arms.

jeffrey mcdaniel,  the secret
source: jorge aragon, via etc

life is wonderful

life is wonderful, so revel in its beauty.

be all you can be, and let go of the past.

it is nothing but shadows.

fell by david clement-davies

source: jann de vries

comme des garcons

according to rei kawakubo, gold is the new color

she took a trenchcoat and shredded and balled it into god knows what. there were identifiable

fragments of her own past—the fuzzy circles on jackets, the brocades, the cutaway jackets,

and always, the asymmetry. there was also a whole passage of dresses

 ruched and draped from vintage silk scaves that  rei kawakubo herself has collected over the years.  

 source: style.com

atelophobia

source: +  trine sondergaard  via ++

tierra

we walk on an unsilvered mirror,

a crystal surface without clouds.

if lilies would grow backwards,

if roses would grow backwards,

if all those roots could see the stars

and the dead not close their eyes,

we would become like swans.

frederico garcia lorca

source: via +, image: godwin bradbeer, swan of tresspass

dries van noten

dries van noten fall 2011

longing for winter....

source: the sartorialist

dark and deep....

these woods are lovely, dark and deep,

but i have promises to keep,

and miles to go before i sleep.

robert frost

swoon magazine: the face april 1999, mario sorrento, via +

i want...

i love...

source: bddw via +

friendship

friendship -
all lives touch other lives to create something anew and alive.

solaceon ruins

cacharel?, via the cherry blossom girl

worry

worry is a waste of emotional reserve.

from “the fountainhead” by ayn rand

source unknown, via +

intoxicating

you fall in love, it’s intoxicating, and for a little while you feel like
you’ve actually become one with the other person.
merged souls, and so on. you think you’ll never be lonley again.
 only it doesn’t last and soon you realize you can only get so close,
 and you end up brutally disappointed, more alone than ever,
 because the illusion—
the hope you’d held on to all those years—has been shattered.

man walks into a room by nicole krauss

making a scene, W magazine, willy vanderperre, via +

salt

the cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea.

isak dinese

lilyroze sommaire

first time/last time

when was the last time... you did something for the first time?

source: harper’s bazaar, upside down room, , 1960,
photographer: melvin sokolsky via +



well?...

sleep walk

i sleep walk, you see. that’s why i wear shoes to bed.

luna lovegood

paolo roversi for alberta ferreti

when i get old i'll wear purple

when i am an old woman i shall wear purple

with a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.

and i shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves

and satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.

i shall sit down on the pavement when i’m tired

and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells

and run my stick along the public railings

and make up for the sobriety of my youth.

i shall go out in my slippers in the rain

and pick the flowers in other peoples’ gardens

and learn to spit.

you can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat

and eat three pounds of sausages at a go

or only bread and pickles for a week

and hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

but now we must have clothes that keep us dry

and pay our rent and not swear in the street

and set a good example for the children.

we must hive friends to dinner and read the papers.

but maybe I ought to practice a little now?

so people who know me are not too shocked and surprised

when suddenly i am old, and start to wear purple.

jenny joseph

image: lilyroze sommaire in love
a big thank you to stephanie of bonkers about buttons who send me this lovely poem

xxx

cobweb...

so wrap up care in a cobweb

and drop it down the well into that world inverted

where left is always right,
where the shadows are really the body,

where we stay awake all night,

where the heavens are shallow as the sea

is now deep, and you love me.

insomnia, by elizabeth bishop
image: voque italia february 2003, via +

central saint martins...

daniel lee's yellow-splashed draped + knotted plaids collection

central saint martins fall 2011
image: style.com