not looking for reason, not trying to understand, not trying to catch your eye, not trying to touch your hand, not trying to show you part of me no one else can find but i will bring a song to you. who will buy my time?

this needs to happen in my life soon.

jon hamm for w mag via one man’s style.

when you walk inside i feel the door. i’ll never let it push your arms no more and when your legs give out just lie right down and i will kiss you till your breath is found and when you walk inside i feel the door. i’ll never let it push your arms no more.

all in a row.

brown dress with white dots.

i know it might seem odd because you’re not the only one i remember myself as a lonely child so i was and you got me wrong. you got me wrong. wrong just seems so right till the spark of morning light.

remodeling a home in igualada from arquitectura-g via julien strangler.

pull up to ya spot on low. shine brighter than all o’ them cats they got on glow. layin the cut like they not gon’ know cuz if i gotta make a move dawg they not gonna know.

ashley olsen shot by ruven afanador for marie claire magazine. an oldie from 2007 but a goodie. puts all the desparate scousewives to shame with her can rollers. my love of the olsen twins is eternal but ashley’s heightened all the more by ruven’s photos. much love and mince pies.

via superiorpics.

said not to make a peep, said it’ll be a secret we keep. so i didn’t make a peep, kissed my cheek and rubbed my feet but his kissin’ didn’t taste so sweet. told him i just wanted to sleep.

many christmas parties later i am now suitably merry and ready for the real christmas season to start. fun times at the office and dressing well. tidying the flat to within an inch of it’s life it now, despite the paint patches all over the walls, looks almost clinical. bring on the fun.

i adore the setting of this photo from rackk and ruin. it is a closet visit of designer karolina maszkiewicz and she has this epic couch thing. lovely wallpaper too.

never cry on your own, never cry but when you cry just try and find some perfect stranger with the tissue shoulders on ‘cos i know the score and it’s hard when it’s her your crying for. never go on your own.

exciting things happening at work at the moment, a tidier flat and a good dinner awaiting me. things are looking up.

i love these photos by billy kidd. the first model looks like she’s having a lot of fun with him and i am obsessed with washy colours in the second one.

rackk and ruin.

so save your scissors for someone else’s skin. my surface is so tough i don’t think the blade will dig in. save your strength, save your wasted time, there’s no way that i want you to be left behind.

this needs to happen to my area immediately. imagine? so good.

in the air tonight, so cold and strange. winter of loss when i have changed she is floating out too soon, so soon. in our room, inside with these ones i want to hide she is floating out too fast.

tidiness is key.

traci french via unruly things.

if i lose my head, we’ll be certainly dead with visions of acid, how i wish they bled. the drummings of fear ’cause they’re getting so near and i think of a lion who was devoured down there. yeah yeah yeah! at the rifle range, i lost my heart.

colour love in the home. more inspiration for the sadly neglected new home. must try better.

first home.

met him on the train one day when i was wrapped in pain. he said i love you in more ways than i’ve ever heard and before i got his name i thought that it might be okay to use for service to take some pain away.

grey and winter white reminders from a/w ’10. the fog has started in london, the pixar christmas decorations are up on regents st. it’s definitely that time of year again. cue mulled wine and minced pie in hand.

that and dior homme.

enter into her world, they call her sunday painter. she is killing time with her brush. that’s the way she likes it, yeah. she lighting up a cigarette it’s hanging on the side of her mouth but beside that cloud of smoke, she is just a pretty girl in need of love.

camila do rosario via fashion156.

trip take a look take a lick from a new walk, i’m digitally black that’s fat now feel the function. rise to the rhyme line you and i waiting to jump and now we get forced to the forefront i’m used to the armada kicking karma to capitals.

pilati is the don.

tommy ton for gq.com

god damn my spinning head. decisions that made my bed, now i must lay in it and deal with things i left unsaid. i want to dive into you, forget what we’ve been going through. i get behind, make your move. forget about the truth.

unicorns do exist.

is the form of black (not white, contrary to popular belief)  beautiful beings.

shiny plastic hag.

they say that the world was built for two, only worth living if somebody is loving you baby, now you do. singing in the old bars. swinging with the old stars. living for the fame, kissing in the blue dark, playing pool and wild darts, video games.

actual genius in the form of celine inspired skateboards. this is coming from my new blog find/love (i feel so out of touch as it has been around for everrrrr) stop it right now. check it.

next stop is to make me a snowboard? pretty please?

jayne i salute you!

knowledge of self is like life after death with that you never worry about your last breath. death comes, that’s how i’m living. it’s the next days, the flesh goes underground. the book of life, flip the page.

love this style, a maxi dress with a hood is ideal in my eyes right not. perfect for these colder november days we are starting to get when you can’t be arsed wearing tights. chunky sock and wedge is all you need. sorted.

ilaria nistri.

i was walking on the water when i saw a crocodile. he had daisies in his hat, so I stopped him for a while. he delivered me a message, a massage to soothe my stage. what it was was more then plug-up dosage more than DAISY age.

add some pop of colour to your life and your home.

journal de la maison via not my beautiful home.

new dream kitchen.

i have a hangover today from a very odd party and staying up to late. had my lunch made for me by my new house husband joe tattoo and now mooching around watching tv, the sounds of fireworks literally right outside my window. happy 5th of november people.

sabrina bignami‘s casa orlandi guesthouse.

via designtripper

via desire to inspire.

fingers dimming the lights like you’re used to being told that you’re trouble and i spent all night stuck on the puzzle. nobody i asked knew how he came to be the one to whom you surrendered.

sometimes we need protection…

don\’t call me cliff.

he treats me fine but i could be better. you bring the wine and i read your letter. i’m on my own feeling like a liar I’m almost home but I’m geting tired, you never could look back.

lilliebe.

i never felt magic crazy as this, i never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea. i never held emotion in the palm of my hand or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree but now you’re here, brighten my northern sky.

i’ve been gardening today with papa die young, stay pretty. there’s dirt under all my nails but a definite improvement to the garden. can’t wait for the bulbs to start showing. ah grown up life…

ffffound via wild keiki.

 

something so sweet as the sound of your feet on the floor would give me more room to breathe. i’ll say good-bye again tonight, the third time’s the charmer they say. your words are inked on my skin. the marks of incredible love.

apologies for the lack of posts my lovelies. just started an new internship (again!) and papa die young, stay pretty’s in town so all been a little hectic. i am still mourning fashion week but busy busy getting ready for pitti in january and the possibility of me going to florence! amaze. i have no idea why i’m drawn to these images (especially the second one), it’s been festering in my pictures folder like forever but i keep going back to it. it is by the talented edith maybin.

second image via layers and swathes.

waves crash along battered lonely lighthouse. tomorrow she’s gone and if not, someday, somehow. are these hands a waste? well this side of mortality is scaring me to death.

after fashion week, the shows have dried up. i will now stop helping with the fashion spamming happening on the internet. back to a bit of everything pretty interspersed with fashion. until next season.

i bring you hayden and a beautiful photograph that i sadly do not know the photographer of so if you know please do let me know.

fuck yeah hayden via fuck yeah goths.

day light disappears from sight, sun bleeds on the bricks and brings forth the night. the red serenade give shade to backstreets, heads adjust the eq.

ah chloe, you’ve done it again. beautiful simplicity. and one of the only designers this season to use the cut-out trend without revealing the breasticles. love that first jumper.        

i wrote to you last night because I couldn’t sleep. my conscience felt the paradox of law between the sheets. when i woke up this morning i knew i had a song to sing but I’m too scared to sing it now. there’s no time for daydreams.

everyone should be wearing silk jammies and strappy high heels for s/s ’12. christophe says so and so it shall be. christophe lemaire that is, or mr. hermes to you.

it’s got to happen. this is a much more refined version of this look than we have seen in the past from the likes of dolce and celine (although still in love with phoebe’s colour block beuts).

praise to silk taffetta! my new favourite thing.

hey, being with you is a top priority. ain’t no need to question the authority. chairman of the board, the chief of affections. you got mine’s to swing in your direction. hey, you’re like a hip hop song, you know? bonita applebum, you gotta put me on.

wonderful colours and cut out detail at vuitton. and even mossy makes an appearance!

the coat in the first image is so nearly wrong but manages to take my fancy too. maybe paired with a different dress though.

and the days go by like a strand in the wind. in the web that is my own, i begin again. said to my friend, baby, nothin’ else mattered he was no more than a baby then. well he seemed broken hearted, something within him.

carlos campos goes minty for s/s ’12. i do love these shades of green, actually thinking of using them on the walls of my flat. i especially like the faint polka dot seen on the 1st and 3rd shirts and the accompanying off centre trouser fastenings.

beyond repair, there is nothing to say. save some fading regrets yet i can’t be without this. beyond repair, there is nothing to say. save some fading regrets, yet…

absolutely adore haider ackermann’s new collection. the tailoring was impeccable and different, the fabrics (lots of silk taffeta esq. beauties that i usually don’t like) and the prints blew me away. yes.

you’re sharp as a knife and you fit like a glove. that is no way to live, that is no way to love. full of fear in your skin and the weakness in giving in. you’re stabbed in the back but you feel no pain.

cute little people at akris s/s ’12.

Loving the prints. Some of the rest of the collection is a little…see-thru…but the prints, yes.

i crouch like a crow contrasting the snow, for the agony, i’d rather know. cause blinded i am, blindsided. peek in…into the peer in i’m not really like this… i’m probably plight-less.

a departure from the rouland mouret that i know. looser, floatier, more romantic look mixed in with his fail-safe body con wonder dresses. i think that my not completely flat stomach could get away with these beauties.

my hands shake, my knees quake. it’s every day, the same way ’cause then came you, then there’s you. i keep your picture in my worn through shoes. then there’s you then came you. when i’m lost i look at my picture of you.

a lovely moment at the end of giorgio’s collection yesterday. the beautiful trio of girls ending the show much more impressively than it had begun. i’m talking only catwalk photos here, the actual show may have been phenom but as an only occasional fan of his collection i don’t tend to look every season.

cuteness.

giorgio armani s/s ’12.