cinemagraphs by Jamie Beck & Kevin Burg. Genius. It’s only working when you click on the image for some reason. click click!
if i hear another song about angels, if i see another feather on the dumb-box i’m gonna go to babylon and get me some whiskey. gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now.
you’ve been hanging with the unloved kids, who you never really liked and you never trusted but you are so magnetic, you pick up all the pins. never committing to anything.
there’s a black crow sitting across from me; his wiry legs are crossed and he’s dangling my keys he even fakes a toss. whatever could it be that has brought me to this loss? on your back with your racks as the stacks as your load. in the back and the racks and the stacks of your load.
Another apology for lack of posts lately I have been very much neglecting my online presence. I haven’t even been keeping up with fashion month, shame on me! But a well needed lazy Saturday (and now Sunday evening as it turns out for me to finish the post) has put me back in a normal state of mind and it was straight onto style.com for a catch up. The first in my bi-annual fashion week spamming is the glorious new men’s collection from Costume National. The stand out pieces in this collection were definitely the outerwear. Sumptuous jewel coloured wools and even a turquoise leather coat (usually not a fan of coloured leather unless it’s a bag). All this emerald and sapphire goodness in sharp suiting suits me just fine thank you please.
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?
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.
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.


















