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Friday, 19 August 2011
Tuesday, 16 August 2011
a reply
The letter came. Wrapped in mourning and bureaucracy.
I reached out across time to grab at it.
And inside found happiness and family. None of it mine.
I cried through her cheerily written words and wished for a happy ending.
But it was long ago buried in a hole in a ground.
Too late, the letter came. Four years too late.
I reached out across time to grab at it.
And inside found happiness and family. None of it mine.
I cried through her cheerily written words and wished for a happy ending.
But it was long ago buried in a hole in a ground.
Too late, the letter came. Four years too late.
Monday, 8 August 2011
Style crush
This is fashion designer Vika Gazinskaya. I love her style- in every single photo I see she looks timeless.
And now this is where I want my hair to go next...
Monday, 25 July 2011
Fireleap
The world that Nan Goldin captures has always seemed so apart from everything and everyone else. Considering the open and often sexual content of her images, it is fascinating to see her show a selection of portraits of children.
Tuesday, 19 July 2011
A broken record to start the day...
The boys are currently touring in the states, so this will have to fill the gap...
Monday, 18 July 2011
Lemon avocado on toast
New BBC drama
I'm currently on the hunt for a good drama on the telly. I'm trying Sirens, but it has its weaknesses, and Shameless USA is enjoyable, but mostly I'm turning off before I even make it to the halfway point. (Franklin & Bash anyone?).
So far it's just Doug Liman's Suits that has me in its grip, but maybe this week all that will change with The Hour. Fingers crossed.
Did you notice how I managed to not slag off the dross that is Luther. Damn it. I slipped.
Saturday, 25 June 2011
Thursday, 23 June 2011
Friday, 10 June 2011
Saturday, 4 June 2011
Wednesday, 25 May 2011
Tuesday, 24 May 2011
Monday, 23 May 2011
Wednesday, 11 May 2011
Monday, 9 May 2011
Afghanistan
Went on a fascinating photo walk with photographer Simon Norfolk on Saturday morning organised by Foto8. Starting at the British Museum's Afghanistan: Crossroads of the Ancient World before moving on to Norfolk's exhibition Burke + Norfolk: Photographs From The War In Afghanistan at the Tate, it left me with a lot to think about. Check them both out.
inspiration for the day
Been away for a couple of weeks, but after a weekend chop am feeling this today.
Thursday, 21 April 2011
Tim Hetherington 1970-2011
Tim Hetherington was killed yesterday in Libya, while covering the conflict for Panos in the city of Misrata. The award-winning photographer spent his career on the front line. It is a terrible loss.
Monday, 18 April 2011
Friday, 15 April 2011
the important of community and family to the small business
I love this heartfelt post by small business owner Jessie of Posie's Bakery & Cafe in Portland.
Image by Laura Ashbrook.
Thursday, 14 April 2011
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
Wednesday, 6 April 2011
the heart
I was going to bury it in my garden, but thought a dog would dig it up.
In a cage it was sad and lonely; the slow red thump rattling the iron bars.
I was going to lock it in a castle tower, but feared a passing prince would storm the barricade.
And in the sea it would only poison the fishes and float to shore once more.
So I kept it in my chest. Where neither I, nor it, would find any rest.
In a cage it was sad and lonely; the slow red thump rattling the iron bars.
I was going to lock it in a castle tower, but feared a passing prince would storm the barricade.
And in the sea it would only poison the fishes and float to shore once more.
So I kept it in my chest. Where neither I, nor it, would find any rest.
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
Monday, 4 April 2011
Hanging on by my fingers
I’m grasping the air and wracked by sobs
The voices are whispering to drop and follow them down
It would be so easy
To let my fingers rest, release, unfurl,
like a balloon of cascading silk I’d float into the ocean.
The voices are whispering to drop and follow them down
It would be so easy
To let my fingers rest, release, unfurl,
like a balloon of cascading silk I’d float into the ocean.
Friday, 1 April 2011
Friday, 25 March 2011
Wednesday, 23 March 2011
Tuesday, 22 March 2011
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