i’m taking it slow
feeding my flame
shuffling the cards of your game
and just in time
in the right place
suddenly I will play my ace.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

-Sylvia Plath

 

brilliance.

Nostalgia – it’s delicate, but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound.” It’s a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards, and forwards… it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It’s not called the wheel, it’s called the carousel. It let’s us travel the way a child travels – around and around, and back home again, to a place where we know are loved.

Don Draper

 

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people’s eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.

— The Bell Jar. Sylvia Plath

 

song of the day: magic magic- french song.

not only is their name wonderful, but so is their energy.

check out more of their music, i recommend “over your heart” as well.

\\dont you just love it when you see a live performance that screams of passion?

its magic

 

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

— Emily Dickinson

 

If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales.

If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales.

— Albert Einstein

 

sit back, relax, and let it take you where you want to go.

its okay with me, living in my dreams.

whimsical, sultry and seductive.

Waldemar Hansson is a fashion editorial photographer from Stockholm, Sweden.

His work keeps me intrigued, yearning for more.

See more of his magical photography by clicking below.

http://www.waldemarhansson.com/

 

I found a tiny starfish

In a tide pool by the sand.
I found a tiny starfish
And I put him in my hand.

An itty-bitty starfish
No bigger than my thumb,
A wet and golden starfish
Belonging to no one.

I thought that I would take him
From the tidepool by the sea,
And bring him home to give you
A loving gift from me.

But as I held my starfish,
His skin began to dry.
Without his special seaside home,
My gift for you would die.

I found a tiny starfish
In a tide pool by the sea.
I hope whoever finds him next
Will leave him there, like me!

And the gift I’ve saved for you?
The best that I can give:
I found a tiny starfish,
And for you, I let him live.

The next best photographers; machines?

In the past two years, Google maps sent out numerous hybrid electronic automobiles with 9 cameras on a pole to capture the streets for our viewing conveniences, more commonly known as Google Street View.

Every 10-20 meters, the cameras capture everything that is in front of their screens, to create a continuous panorama image.

Jon Rafman has an ongoing research of collecting these ironic, bizarre, hilarious and incriminating photos taken from the Google Maps Cars.

Ready to be google-y eyed?

See more of these incredible images, by clicking below.

Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful,

we must carry it with us or we find it not.

RALPH WALDO EMERSON

oh silkscreening…

you make me all sorts of happy.

color my life with the chaos of trouble.

Honored to be showing my piece at this event on Saturday!

Come view the work of beautiful artist in the Bay Area!

smiles. BIG smiles.

 

you paid too much and your soul is ruined.

YOU SHALL KNOW OUR VELOCITY BY DAVE EGGERS

 

The syntactical nature of reality, the real secret of magic, is that the world is made of words. And if you know the words that the world is made of, you can make of it whatever you wish.

TERENCE MCKENNA

 

nostalgia.