For My Birthday I Would Like One Or More Of These Things Please

The one and only Tristian Blair boots
The ever so chic Chanel quilted bicycle
A white chanel handbag
A nice little camera

An Apple Macbook

"We Are An Impossibility
In An Impossible Universe"

All day I lie on my new bed. Its a new home for me, I eat in it, sleep in it, read in it, play guitar in it, in fact I think I have been in the same groove of this bed for the last 18 hours. A little sad possibly, but all I can say, is I am in heaven.

I had always wanted pink hair after watching Lost In Translation. Such a beautiful movie. If you haven't seen it I suggest you do so as soon as possible.

Flora

May I just mention that the last image of Pete Doherty with a guitar, himself and a floral wall is my idea of perfection! (despite the many flaws of Mr Doherty!)

Perfume

This month, my bookclub is reading Perfume: The Story Of A Murderer By German writer Patrick Suskind. This got me thinking about Perfume and how much a scent matters! Perfume is like a love potion, and so I can only hope my current love potion (Vera Wang) attracts as many perfect young gentleman as possible! (or maybe just one amazing young man!) Coco Chanel was very addiment about the importance of perfume and was said to say "A women who doesn't wear perfume has no future" and my favourite quote said by the devine Miss Marilyn Monroe admitting that she went to bed in chanel only. “What do I wear in bed? Why, Chanel No. 5, of course.”
“The wind rises electric. She’s soft and warm almost weightless. Her perfume is sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell her that everything will be alright. That I’ll save her from whatever she’s scared of and take her far far away.”

Sunday Bloody Sunday

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
I wipe your tears away
sunday, bloody sunday
I wipe your blood shot eyes

sunday, bloody sunday

Triplets

Everyday I will try and post three photo's that are either the same theme, same colours or...three effin cool photo's that all deserve to be viewed at the exact same moment in time!

psychedelic isolation

Squiggles on electronic paper, turn today into tomorrow. My personal contingent shall march on through the smog. Crack the surface of the puddle; blow a little bubble. Mouth eats clickety, click, clicking fingers in nervous traction. Listen for the humming. Billie who? Little green thing that twists and balloons, then ingests quondam; can you assemble the puzzle? A universe of kaleidoscopic nebulums creating everything out of nothing? Does this exist? psychedelic isolation.