miles to go...

the woods are lovely, dark and deep,
• but i have promises to keep,
  and miles to go before i sleep...
  and miles to go before i sleep.
  -robert frost
  vogue paris | september 1998
  'synthese couture' by enrique badulescu

inspiration #22

amos lanka|tina berning

cac-tus|adeline andre

that same old feelin'

Today I passed you on the street
And my heart fell at your feet
I can't help it if I'm still in love with you

Someone else stood by your side
She looked so satisfied
I can't help it
I'm still in love with you

A picture from the past came slowly stealin'
As I brushed your arm and walked so close to you
Then suddenly I got that old-time feelin'
I can't help it
I am still in love with you

It hurts to know another's lips will kiss you
And hold you just the way I used to do
Oh heaven only knows how much I miss you
I can't help it

I'm still in love with you

cat power

backstage at comme des garçons fall winter 2009/10

je t'aime

tyler knott gregson|enchanting mood

sleeping beauties

 beautiful sleeping beauties by marius janusauskas

a fragment...

silver key of the fountain of tears,

where the spirit drinks till the brain is wild;

softest grave of a thousand fears,

where their mother, care, like a drowsy child,

is laid asleep in flowers.

percy bysshe shelley, a fragment: to music, via chatoyance rodarte a magazine

'craft' techniques magnifique

WE DANCE LIKE LITTLE MARY’S SWAYING TO THE SYMPHONY OF DESTRUCTION.

i am in awe with just graduated and winner of lighting 2012 

g star raw talent yvonne kwok's collection. look forward to see more in the future of yvonne kwok.

via fashionising and lichting 2012

fuller...

i desired always to stretch the night and fill it fuller and fuller with dreams.

virginia woolf

jesse laitinen for contributor magazine ss 2012: red plastic moon

i have...

i have spread my dreams under your feet;

tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

william butler yeats, the wind among the reeds

julia oliv by alex john back for the end #10

each...

each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

anaïs nin 

rimel neffati, via pamela

10:21

i think takashi harada's paintings would be beautiful on fabric
japanese sumi-ink, pigments, nikawa glue on canvas

when the moon...

when the moon comes up, the sea blankets the earth,

and the heart feels like an island in infinity.

federico garcia lorca

ira bordo, via memorybook

and...

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful

than the risk it took to blossom.

anaïs nin

cass bird

i forgive...

i forgive not because i became a saint, but because i’m tired of hating.

hilai, aleph - paulo coelho
soeurs de sang, french voque april 2008, david armstrong

pinhole window view

i love monique habraken's pinhole window view expands

the pinhole principle to encompass an entire room and its contents,

with a tiny hole in the window forming the only light source.

via wabi sabi

december

the white dove of winter

sheds its first

fine feathers;

they melt

as they touch

the warm ground

like note

of a once familiar 

music; the earth

shivers and

turns towards

the solstice

linda pastan, the months

bcbg max azria ss 2003, paolo roversi

a great hope fell...

a great hope fell

you heard no noise

the ruin was within.

― emily dickinson

john klukas

macrocosmos

if i had a galactic pencil,

i would erase

all of the constellations

in space

and draw new constellations

of our souls intertwined.

duo for duo

Photo by anne sophie berger for radius magazine

the gods...

the gods have ways of 
telling you things 
when you think you know 
a lot

or worse

when you think 
you know 
just a 
little

charles bukowski

tim walker for face, via lavendula

i love...

i love to smell flowers in the dark, she said. 

you get hold of their soul then.

l. m. montogmery 

givenchy by alexander mcqueen, haute couture f/w 1999/00

via murmurs

do not

do not travel far to other dusty lands, forsaking your own sitting place;

if you cannot find the truth where you are now, you will never find it.

dogen

magical thinking by tim walker for w magazine 2012

i see

i see

on your cheek

two tears

which i know

are hot

as two sparks

and salt

as two christals

of the sea.

200 elements by john miller

kristamas klousch

a...

a great hope fell

you heard no noise

the ruin was within.

emily dickinson

joseph beuys

emergence...

it’s midsummer night. the light is skinny;

a thin skirt of desire skims the earth.

dogs bark at the musk of other dogs

and the urge to go wild.

i am lingering at the edge

of a broken heart, striking relentlessly

against the flint of hard will.

it’s coming apart.

and everyone knows it.

so do squash erupting in flowers

the color of the sun.

so does the momentum of grace

gathering allies

in the partying mob.

the heart knows everything.

i remember when there was no urge

to cut the land or each other into pieces,

when we knew how to think

in beautiful.

there is no world like the one surfacing.

i can smell it as i pace in my square room,

the neighbour’s television

entering my house by waves of sound

makes me think about buying

a new car, another kind of cigarette

when i don’t need another car

and i don’t smoke cigarettes.

a human mind is small when thinking

of small things.

it is large when embracing the maker

of walking, thinking and flying.

if i can locate the sense beyond desire,

i will not eat or drink

until I stagger into the earth

with grief.

i will locate the point of dawning

and awaken

with the longest day in the world.

— joy harjo, emergence

via m

tim walker for voque italia