I feed the pigeons, I sometimes feed the sparrows too. It gives me a sense of enormous wellbeing. Parklife. And then I’m happy for the rest of the day. Safe in the knowledge there will always be a bit of my heart devoted to it.

A gorgeous trip to Pollok Park in Glasgow today! Photos all my own.

Or we can dance to the traffic jam, uh. You can show me ’round town. Show me how it lights up when the sun go down. ‘Til the waters rise up, then we both drown.

Portrait photography inspiration for an upcoming shoot. I love the less posed, natural style. Like you’re hanging out with a friend.

Givenchy Beauty for Fashion & Arts Magazine. Photos by Philip Gay. Styling by Florence Reveillaud.

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Christy Turlington for Yves Saint Laurent Spring 1990 Campaign via Ayerhsmagazine

Dream Lovver

Magpie Magazine Photo Shoot. Photography by Alex Hutchinson.

Unknown, Pinterest.

Karina.

The mirror’s image, it tells me it’s home time but I’m not finished, ’cause you’re not by my side and as I arrived I thought I saw you leavin’, carryin’ your shoes. Decided that once again I was just dreamin’ of bumpin’ into you.

Glasgow Botanic Gardens by Gemma Tree of Studio Kirk.

Gemma Tree Photography

Water rise up and roll through the islands, roll down the streets. It’s short-lived, boys, short-lived, boys. Find a woman and dance through the moons.

Entertaining. The age old tradition of bringing people together over a meal. Coming from a small family I’ve had to create this myself with friends and loved ones. It is a truly enjoyable moment looking around and seeing happy, contented faces staring back at you. Or not, too busy eating usually. The one thing that is always missing though; is a proper dining room table. Here are some of my favourites…

The Kitchen via Trendenser

Elle Decor via Arkpad

Clements Design via House & Garden photographed by Oberto Gilli

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Marie Olsson Nylander via KK Living

Artwood via Pufik Homes

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She said “hello mister, pleased to meet ya”. I wanna hold her, I wanna kiss her. She smelled of daisies, she smelled of daisies. She drive me crazy, she drive me crazy. Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane.

An ode to a jumpsuit.

The epitome of relaxed style, the jumpsuit is back with a vengeance. Having been dubbed for years as the labourers uniform we are now seeing it styled up with designer trainers and ‘messy’ hair. Just don’t try to get out of it too quickly…

Hungarian InStyle Magazine

India Rose

 The Sartorialist

ASOS via PopSugar

Sarah Harris by Vanessa Jackman

Rag and Bone Pre-Fall ’15 via Vogue

Gabriele Colangelo via Vogue

The rainiest days, digital Lion. I will see you probably and even if you ask right my heart feels like love. Whispering this in his days for all feels like mine. Whispering this in his days.

After a long absence (sorry about that) I have decided to start up the blog again. Many things have changed in my life in the past year and you will undoubtably see this reflected in my posts. There may be more writing involved and a larger array of subjects discussed but this will remain an inspiration blog rather than one of original content. For now anyway.

Also – I haven’t been a complete hermit, you may have seen me furiously pinning lately. If not, you should take a look. There’s some good stuff on there.

So without further ado let’s delve back into the blogging world. We start with Mandy Lee over at Lady and Pups. The recipe that caught my eye recently was a Turkish recipe for Çilbir, but with a twist. It’s a buttery, yoghurty, herby, chilli-y, eggy plate of yum with toast soldiers basically.

Although her recipes are in-depth and often lengthy I want to make all of them. I may end up being the size of a house if I succeed but I’m sure it would be a glorious food coma.

The photography on there is pretty spectacular too. Dark and moody and not at all how you would expect a recipe to be depicted.

Try it, let me know how you get on. Then maybe make me some too.

Center stage, mixed reviews. Haven’t slept in forever practicing flawless moves. Talking back to the mirror back and to the left. Bounce back memorizing lines. Stutters in his speech.

Texture in nature and the beauty that is monochrome.

A Noble Savage.

Acne AW14.

Roseark Rated.

Bottega Veneta SS15.

Waiting for my words to catch like I’m trying to strike a match that’s soaking wet. See through skull, see through skin, leave all the lights on. I can’t see out but they see in

The travel bug continues once again on this frosty afternoon as I sit in bed drinking tea daydreaming of all the places I could be right now. Winter has finally come.

Shot on the Canadian Rockies by Luke Gram at Man and Camera.

In your eyes, I have seen all the feeling and the rains and death is cold, death is sure. Why don’t we all fall in love? Oh, whoa, oh oh why don’t we fall in love?

I want all my monochrome outfits to be oversized gingham from now on. Agi and Sam have the perfect example in their linen-esq trouser and top combo and in their beauty of an oversized coat. Winter white accessories in the form of wool beret/beanie amalgamations and black or charcoal shirts break up the informality of the gingham and give it an edge of sophistication.

Tell me the truth boy, am I losing you for good? We use to kiss all night but now there’s just no use. I don’t know why I fight it, clearly we are through. Tell me the truth boy, am I losing you for good?

Berluti, your colour pallette, your suiting and your overcoats. Oh my. You can’t really go wrong with a beautifully tailored overcoat come winter with massive rounded lapels and preferably double breasted. Allessandro Sartori is a master of the suit and shirt colour combo, subtle but still fun. Sartori, you’ve done it again.

No more tears, my heart is dry. I don’t laugh and I don’t cry, I don’t think about you all the time but when I do I wonder why. One day baby, we’ll be old oh baby, we’ll be old and think of all the stories that we could have told.

Couple of weeks late but Ami killing it with their first runway show. Very much into grey at the moment (the colour of my wardrobe, walls and couches would attest to that). Loose tailoring and lots of layering make this collection a thing of relaxed beauty. A few hints of sportswear make it suitable for daytime and evening and an all in one colour outfit bring some fun. Ah tailored wool, how I love thee.

Every look was fantastic but these are my faves. All images from style.com

Bring the mask and snorkel, bring the flippers. Also bring the frisbee baby, bring something to drink, bring your purple bathing suit. Depends on where we’re going to.

Together in their infinite pink.

I don’t need any help to be breakable, believe me. I know nobody else who can laugh along to any kind of joke, I won’t need any help to be lonely when you leave me. It’ll be easy to cover. Gather my skeletons far inside. it’ll be summer in Dallas before I realise.

The only way to camp. Preferably off some beaten track in southern America listening to the National

J. Morgan Puett via desire to inspire

Early call the master flirts measuring up the pretty girls. Body buildings sickly fed, need my TV, I need my meds. Tiffany my vanity.

To Leo for pulling it out of the park with The Wolf of Wall Street

 

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I do not know why this planet is spinning, I do not know why the grass is not purple but green, I do not know why some people have nothing. I do not know why others have everything.

Love hearts all in a mess. It’s nice to be naughty sometimes.

 

pandora’s box

And I hear you calling in the dead of night. You lean towards despair. Any given opportunity you’re there but what is there to gain? When you’re always falling off the fence that way.

I dream of grey.

 

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Waking up is easy but you’re breaking my roll, flee system. I’m gonna feel it but you’ve flown with the shame of another thing. I’m in love with truth, sick and tired of this youth and thinking that you’ve fallen but you’re stone when you’re holding me.

Such cuteness needs to be celebrated forever in this digital world.

pandora’s box

ffffound via knight cat

I’ve got shackles on, my words are tied, fear can make you compromise. With the lights turned up, it’s hard to hide. Sometimes I want to disappear

To flying free in the face of conformity. To dreamers that are just learning to dream. To the sensible types that like it so so. To silly types who just like to have fun. Happy new year one and all.

Lonely streets and dusty roads, lord it’s a long way to go back home. Under the burden of your heart of stone you shrug your shoulders as I decompose.

 
Home Decor Obsession via That Kind of Woman.

Let me be your everlasting light, the sun when there is none. I’m a shepherd for you and I’ll guide you through. Let me be your everlasting light.

To be here right now, if only…

Handcrafted in Virginia.

Difference in opinion was never an issue, collect all your questions ’cause this time we’ve all night and you could see it change. Look past the blinding light, look past the blinding light.

 

Jonathan Daniel Pryce via The Shiny Squirrel.

Your white skin, swirling fireflies. Darkness has surrounded Baltimore bay. Why don’t you open your blue eyes? Are they things that water can’t wash away? How can your absence leave no trace?

GE Vintage Electric Fan, oil on canvas

Black Vintage Electric Fan, oil on canvas.

Christopher Stott.

Breaking little twigs with my feet and underneath is a road that’s so steep. Far across the ocean alone while numb bears at home said I could never get there. But I’m already there.

 

Annie Leibovitz for Vanity Fair via Gentlemen’s Table

My mind runs, I can never catch it even if I got a head start. God please tell me, I am feeling so alone way. I don’t need to worry ’cause I know the world’ll feel this nigga. Blessing in disguise but I am not hiding who I am open your eyes.

 

Julia Stotz via Krisatomic.

Pinning polaroids on a cold brick wall, hanging fairy lights on the garden porch, gravitating to the nearest brawl. We’re only young so we’ll come back for more.

 

anisoani flickr via the bees knees

Your tear drops fade and then I saw your hands in the pocket. ‘Cuz you were always made to want it all but now you got to make it on your own. This ain’t your home.

 

8 and 2 via Cool chic style to dress Italian.

It starts, you say its useless. Just stick on the favours with different uses. Here comes the sun, a lore excuses. Its easier to stay and no one refuses. Cut it up.

 

Dancing to the beat of rain.

Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug. She was married to the man, he was a thug. His name was Lee, he drove a Z. He’d pick her up from school promptly at three o’clock.

Since beige is all the rage again, here’s a Miu Miu flashback to get you in the mood.

Vogue Nippon April 2010 “The Holiday Lolita” Marloes Horst by Blaise Reutersward.

via Fashion Gone Rogue via Knight Cat.

Let me tell ya fast city ain’t living all It’s cracked up to be. Fast city living it all it’s cracked up to be. Yes seem I need to go home and slow down in Jackson, Tennessee.

My pick of the finalists of the Red Bull Illume competition, dedicated to capturing the best of action sport photography.

Ben Horan shot by Ryan Taylor in a flooded cranberry field in Wisconsin, US.

Cody Barger & Jordan Houck shot by Theodore Van Orman in Frisco, US.

Fredrik Berggren shot by Elian Kunosson in Are, Sweden

Jeff Croker shot by Jussi Grznar in Sussex Inlet, Australia

Gard Hvaara shot by Jaanus Ree in Tallinn, Estonia.

There’s some amazing talent on show here from both the photographers and the athletes. I like the fact that not all the shots are of daredevil stunts and it’s sometimes just as exciting to focus on the atmosphere. To see the rest and the winners go to the Red Bull Illume website now.

Her life get’s better she read, her name goes out of his head. Like birds of a feather so he bled, let’s go together and she said so what’s the altitude? I said it’s out of sight.

Cédric Gerbehaye.