you are not cut from the same cloth as me. in fact, we always see things with different eyes. with a focus on the big picture, my romanticism gets lost on you. but, with compassion and empathy, i also teach you things.

you are my love story. and you know who you are.

At the close of this year, I am flying to India from Paris. And, the anticipation of it, feels a little like boarding a train to a whimsical and fantastical land. We are shooting the whole trip on Holgas, which, we hope will exagerate certain colours, ghost others, and capture the feeling, rather than the complete reality of it all.

concept editorial work by bruno van mossevelde, reminds me of photography by Japanese artist shinichi maruyama.

Simple, but effective.

I am heading off for a dress fitting because I am getting married. There is not a better time to indulge in lace, and girly things like tutus and dresses.

Not long ago I lost my darling little dog. She was the apple of my eye - and like a comet. We always danced together.

Beirut perform on the Take Away Show.

This is the perfect time of day for napping - when the sun is just so. It makes me want to close my eyes.

oh hedi slimane. can never get enough of this.

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All we need is love. love love.

What is it about nice weather, little club sandwiches, bicycles, wild flowers, the smell of fresh cut lawn, and love, that makes us feel like picnics. It seems happiness can be found on tartan blankets with good weather and simplicity.

I'm off to think about caves, snow, warmth and sleep.

Bad kids all my friends are bad kids
product of no dad kids
kids like you and me

Bad kids aint no college grad kids
livin life out on the skids
kids like you and me

In Class
We are a minority
Got no
Respect for authority
And won't
Play well with others
And steal
From all your mothers
They'll try
To give us pills
Oh wait
Give us all the pills
Go cry
Mom I gotta go to court
Dad won't
Pay his child support

Well you gotta understand
we only do these things because all we are is

Bad kids all my friends are bad kids
product of no dad kids
kids like you and me

Bad kids aint no college grad kids
livin life out on the skids
kids like you and me

At home
he throws a hissy fit
Time out
he doesn't give a shit
Got drunk
Off all of grandmas schnaps
Got caught
Runnin from the cops
Toilet
Paper on the yard
Six f's
On my report card
Smoke cigs
In the bathroom stall
Spray paint
Penis on the wall

Well you gotta understand
we only do these things because all we are is

Bad kids all my friends are bad kids
product of no dad kids
kids like you and me

Bad kids aint no college grad kids
livin life out on the skids
kids like you and me

Quite a cute blog. When parents were awesome.

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Before I close my eyes at night, I always imagine being away - far away. It's always somewhere warm, and just out of the weather. I am always sheltered, in a cave, or under a tree, or on a cliff. And I can always see the rain and wind from my position. It gives me a sense of calm before going to sleep. Sometimes I even get elaborate and add sheepskins, fireplaces, soup and hot chocolates into the story.

Some of these images below, to me, are happiness. Happiness always exists in simple things, like making tea, wearing woollen socks and cuddling. It's also the simple things we preoccupy ourselves with when are sad.