Thursday, December 31, 2009

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Thursday, November 19, 2009

so young. r.i.p.

"man cannot possess anything as long as he fears death. but to him who does not fear it, everything belongs. if there was no suffering, man would not know his limits, would not know himself. "
tolstoy

home.


Thursday, September 10, 2009

moon

ryan mcginley has a new collection of photos out and the show starts tomorrow (sept 11) at the alison jacques gallery in london. if there's a will there's a way people.. make your way across the pond to see these beautiful images in person.




milk.




Tuesday, September 8, 2009

flea market finds.

i nearly died when i found this. now i just have to decide what piece of clothing is worthy of it's awesomeness..

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

seriously.

los angeles is burning.

Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue
St. Anne's skirts are billowing
But down here in the city of the lime lights
The fans of santa ana are withering
And you can’t deny that living is easy
If you never look behind the scenery
It's showtime for dry climes
And bedlam is dreaming of rain

When the hills of los angeles are burning
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
So many lives are on the breeze
Even the stars are ill at ease
And los angeles is burning

This is not a test
Of the emergency broadcast system
Where malibu fires and radio towers
Conspire to dance again
And I cannot believe the media Mecca
They're only trying to peddle reality,
Catch it on prime time, story at nine
The whole world is going insane

When the hills of los angeles are burning
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
So many lives are on the breeze
Even the stars are ill at ease
And los angeles is burning

A placard reads
"the end of days"
Jacaranda boughs are bending in the haze

More a question than a curse
How could hell be any worse?

The flames are stunning
The cameras running
So take warning

When the hills of los angeles are burnin
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
So many lives are on the breeze
Even the stars are ill at ease
And los angeles is burning

Thursday, August 20, 2009

when you feel so alone

just look at your feet and keep walking.