cones?

How we say hello is my new favourite blog. 

Everyday(ish) these two photographers post a photo each on a predetermined theme. I'm in love. My one qualm is that they don't tell you the theme.. God damn curiosity!

fopp is right

Moccasins and Zucchini

Adie Loves Polly is a website run by a four year old girl. I know it sounds like a gimmick but her photos and captions really are very sweet. Polly is her Polaroid camera. I think that's cute too. 

hello indeed

God I wish I remembered where this is from.

Uber Bento Cuteness

(top from Shim and Sons, middle and bottom from Lucky Sundae)

My god, I do love bento boxes. 

Monochrome

(from port to port)

Some of the most beautiful photos I've seen in a long time.

190 Bowery

In 1966 a photographer named Jay Maisel bought an abandoned German bank built in 1898 for 102,000$. It's six stories tall and has 72 rooms, complete with the original copper elevator. Today it's valued at over 30 million. Jay, his wife, and daughter live there today and refuse the countless offers that would turn the gem into another condo. 

My favourite room by far^^

(from The New York Times)

Nom Nom Nom

(from Design Mom)

Reminds me of the Science of Sleep.

dead flowers

(from bliss)

Skeletons.

Them and Us

(nationalgeographic.com)

"This is a child beggar on Roxas Boulevard, Manila. I shot this through armored glass on my way to work at the U.S. Embassy. A Filipino friend of mine told me later that the tattoo on the child's right arm indicated ownership by a syndicate. "

Brookford Farms

(brookfordfarm.com)

We had the afternoon off and so a few of us went to visit a local farm. It's run by a German couple with their two boys under five. We wandered through the woods up to a pasture on a hill. The boys found a turkey feather and could name the red tailed hawk that flew above us. The cows are let loose after their morning milking and left to graze over the three hundred acres of farm, pasture, and wood. I wore my father's industrial work boots. He was six foot four and needless to say I, his fifteen year old daughter, do not wear the same size shoe. Still, it was a good decision considering that twenty cows produce a whole lot of poo. 

Anyways, the boy in the pictures is their eldest, Oliver. He and our English teacher, Kasperzak, really hit it off. Half way through the visit we noticed that both had disappeared. We found them again in the chicken coup trying to catch one. 

I've been thinking a lot lately about what on earth I'm going to do with my life. So far my list includes librarian, something involving archival photographs, some kind of teacher, and now, farmer. 

We may poor, but we get by.

Lavander Sky

(nationalgeographic.com)

A black silhouette against the orange glow of the oil fields.

Sigh

(nationalgeographic.com)

If I'm around sixty or seventy years from now,  I like to imagine my skin will feel like a dried chille pepper, wrinkled and smooth. 

Little Krishna

(nationalgeographic.com)

Bahuroopi Blue.

Marimekko

(from reprodepot.com)

I wish I could afford 80 dollars a yard fabric.

Someday.

So there's a Penguin and a Polar Bear

And the polar bear says to the penguin, "hey man, it looks like you're wearing a tux."

Praise Jesus it's the weekend! Today was hell, total and complete hell. It was the last day of spirit week so everyone at school was in head to toe blue and white, that means socks, finger nails, face paint, you name it. Then after lunch we had the second pep rally in three weeks. Oh god, it was torture. Second graders screaming in my ear, quasianorexic 12 year olds dancing around like little sluts, hockey players running around and barking in time with their entrance music. Then Rose sitting next to be going on and on about how I don't appreciate things and I should learn to respect and love my school because I'm lucky to be here. She was still pissed from the other day when I told one of my friends visitor not to come here because it would make him want to jump off the bell tower of fogg.

So today I had study hall first so I went to the art room. It was just me and Shaun started joking around about the Berwick Academy Community. He went off on Saliba (the dean) and how his head is too big for his body (which is pretty damn big). I sorta spaced out writing the word community. Common Unity if you break it down enough.
I can't even being to comprehend what someone could consider common unity here.
Then during the pep rally I fell asleep on Ollie's shoulder and had a dream I met Quentin Tarentino. He asked me to be in his new movie about a teenage runaway. I asked him what the plot was he described the protagonist to me. She was a hauntingly beautiful and incredibly skinny with black hair and pale porceline skin. Her name was violette and she lived in conetticut to incredibly rich parents. I stopped him there and told him that sucked.
I told him she wasn't really rich, her mom teaches at her school. She's fifteen and she's being going to the same school since she was five. She had the same two best friends till she started high school and then one of them left. She went to a different school, a better school. The other one stayed but wasn't the same. She started talking to boys and having sex. She got boobs and an ass and suddenly all the guys loved her and the girls hated her. She was the school slut and she had all the adoration to give her the selfconfidence she needs to get through the day but no respect. She realized this and now and wants to leave. She needs to leave this cycle of bad boyfriends and find people who really love her.
I tell Quentin that his girl, the runaway, is totaly alone. Her friends have left her behind. Or maybe she drove them away. She's found a new girl to tell her what to do and fill the space they've left. But now she's seeing this girl for who she really is, a selfagrandizing, manipulative, sociopath who only befriended her to get to her guy friends and entertain her.
She realizes this, and now realizes that she has no one to talk to, to comiserate with, to relate to. She needs to find someone who understands her. Someone who can comprehend her misery. She tries to tell her last friend but she can't understand. She love the school and she loves education. She loves the path that has been preordained for her and she accepts her fate. She tries to tell her mom but all she does is try to talk her into seeing a shrink and going on happy pills. She tells her that she wont go on those sedatives, those suppressants, those numbing agents. So feeling alone and regected she runs away looking for a common unity with someone, anyone.
I stopped. He asked me to go on but I couldn't. I don't know what's next. I know where I am but I don't know where I'm going. They announce that our plane is ready to board and I bid him adieu. I'm flying above to ocean with Rena and Rose and Sarah and the in flight movie is 300 and Sarah and Rena are playing checkers and Rena's listining to her I-Pod and I'm looking out the window at the ocean speeding by, indistinguishable from the dark night sky.
And the penguin says to the polar bear, "what makes you think I'm not."

I wrote this on an old blog a year or so ago. 

I still don't know what to think.

where's the little bottle labeled "drink me" when you need it

Sometimes I think it would be nice to be the size of an ant.

Test Tube Babies

(from akikomatic.com)

where the wild things are

Oh no please don't go,

we'll eat you up we love you so.

Yum

(from a softer world)

My Mum's birthday is a week from today. 

I wonder what I'll get her. 

Maybe a shiny new cage.

Bury my Heart at Wounded Knee

Namshim.