books and coffee...

the perfect combination...

when you are reading this i am on the plane to see my family in the netherlands. i haven't seen my family for the last two and a half years. a lot has happened since... i am travelling with my two little ones, the other half will be looking after our gorgeous pooch. i'll be (hopefully) reading lots of books and drinking coffee with my wonderful family and dear friends. i'll be back!- not sure when though, i may post occasionally- just see how i feel.

take care my dear readers, see you soon!

much love

xxx

farewells and returns...

farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse.
solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence.

time and distance blur the edges; then suddenly the beloved has arrived,

and it’s noon with its merciless light,

and every spot and pore and wrinkle and bristle stands clear.

— margaret atwood, the blind assassin
audrey marnay for harper’s bazaar october 1998 by craig mcdean

plant...

 

plant your own garden and decorate your soul, instead of

waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

— veronica a. shoffstall
maria grossmann

alone...

i take too much pleasure

in being alone

but there is also a strange warm

grace in not being alone.

charles bukowski

kate moss hologram at alexander mcqueen a/w 2006

these arms are mine

these arms of mine

they are burning 

burning from wanting you

these arms of mine

they are wanting, wanting to hold you

otis redding - these arms of mine
massimo leardini, 2010

recently...

boyfriends jumper now girlfriends jumper (i washed too hot | not feeling bad) and a little bee|part of a bees nest

#instagram #at home 

do...

do one thing everyday that scares you.

eleanor roosevelt

nick knight|angel la beauté 2000

at home...

a giant protea and a vintage fan i bought many many years ago from an op shop

#instagram #at home #my images

after all...

after all:

who doesn’t wish to make a spectacle of his loneliness?

the history of love, nicole krauss
'talking to myself,' yohji yamamoto (2002), via +

why?

why must we forget

that tomorrow is a hope,

never a promise?

tyler knott gregson

augustin teboul - les fleurs du mal 2013- stefan milev

all my thoughts...

"all my thoughts of you
insulate the emptiness
that freezes me now."

tyler knott gregson

magazine: six No. 7 1991 photographer: david seidner 

we wandered...

'we had wandered a long while here, remember?'

she looked at me emptily, drawn out, exhausted and worn. 

in her glances she kept walking along the same road we had only months ago… 

'remember?' i spoke softly again nearly choking…

rakishi, 'so the pipe burns' cir. 1934. via + 

julia turenkova by ellen rogers

art objects

i first saw arielle de pinto's jewellery at ra in antwerp a few years ago.

(see previous posts: + and +) i am in awe with her beautiful, intriguing, organic art objects she did for totokaelo.... 

peter jensen

 peter jensen s|s 2013

this collection is like a collage, the layering,

the prints, the male-female dynamic...

i especially love the hats and the shoes