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Saturday 18 June 2011

YUM....

Wish my cupcakes turned out like this..... 
From the most mouthwateringly gorgeous blog: Call me cupcake!
L x

Friday 17 June 2011




Carola Remer by Raymond Meier for Vogue Japan July 2011

L x

Thursday 16 June 2011

Summer reading...

Although it seems that most of my summer may be taken up with dissertation reading (will it everr stop??) I will definitely be trying to slip this one in somewhere... I loved the Shadow of the Wind so fingers crossed this will be just as good! 
L x

Tuesday 7 June 2011

Inspirational lookbook....






Lookbook from jewellery designer Maria Nilsdotter. Really love this (and her work is pretty darn cool as well).
L x

Sunday 5 June 2011

down they forgot as up they grew.....



Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town
E.E. Cummings

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did.

Women and men (both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed (but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
with by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men (both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain 

Really love the poetry of E.E. Cumming's it has beautiful nonsensical rhythms and fascinating use of negatives. Refreshingly different and strangely compelling - definitely one to read out loud.
L x