Monday, January 30, 2012

no news, is good news.

Proper snow now.
It’s all white out.
All pretty and delicate.
happy though.
What does it matter.
This validates my current state of constant hibernation.


Monday, January 16, 2012

Balenciaga S/S 2012

I’ve been wary of Balenciaga for a little while now.
Not sure why really. I have been finding it rather difficult to turn my emotions and thoughts in to words lately.

But this Spring/Summer 2012 campaign shot by Steven Meisel is fucking nice.
Yeah. Really fucking nice.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

tender is the night.

Gamine? Me? Far from it.

You’re the only girl I’ve seen for a very long time that actually did look like something blooming.

- F. Scott Fitzgerald

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

shit. it’s winter.

y hair is scraped up and back. Tight.
Like a frizzy Croydon face-lift.
Even under the duvet my toes are cold.
I search the ground for a pair of strewn socks.
Find two mis-matching. This will do.

I’m greeted by the cat. She’s huddled close.
She feels it too. The icy wind.
Left my window open last night. Silly move.
Feels like -22 my phone reads.
Shit. It’s winter.

The sinus headache creeps up and settles nicely.
My skin bone dry. Ashy.
And yet. No. I won’t let it bother me.
I dig out my favourite sweater.
This grey sweater.
Pink fuzzy socks my Mama left me.
A piping hot cup of coffee.
And the gentle purr of a kitten that loves me.
I need nothing more.

Well, I suppose the Sudafed helps too.