31.10.10




I feel like I screwed everything up again.
I seem to do that a lot :/
"Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to se if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?"
-"They ate it too," Will reminisced.
"Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck."

29.10.10


You’ll be able to see your beautiful bones. Underweight means a body like a ballerina. You want to be able to be lifted by a balloon into the sky. You want to be able to walk in the snow without leaving footprints. You can solve any of your problems if you loose some weight. You’ll be able to move gracefully...

28.10.10

Joshua Tree Under the Milky Way from Henry Jun Wah Lee on Vimeo.


this makes me so happy:) I want to fall asleep under the stars ever night.

Faris' Room



Faris Badwan (formerly known as Faris Rotter) is an English musician, best known for being the lead vocalist for the English Alternative Rock band THE HORRORS.
I have decided FOUR important things about English people today ... .. .


a. They really do carry guns around for a spontaneous spot of shooting (ALSO they do have dogs! All of them!)

b. They are impervious to the cold (see: man swimming topless)

c. They are generally cooler then everyone else on the Earth (with the exception of the French obviously)

d. They say cool/cute/nonsensical things like this:
"Today my friend Evie gave me a lift home in her dad's audi it was pretty buff."

(ALSO I have to catch a bus and kinda halfly it's raining and I sincerely think buses should form a protest movement and stop running on rainy days forcing lucky people with cars to drive the rest of us around :D)


LA FLÂNEUSE:
current status: living in a flat in le marais - the quaint yet commercially developed gay and jewish district of paris.
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goals completed: riding a bike on a sunday morning. acquiring a membership to orsay and the louvre to ensure multiple leisurely visits. taking in the view from centre pompidou. being mistaken for a french girl (x4).
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goals in process: trying every restaurant and cafe in my area. going into random small galleries. working to understand and embody the french effortless fashion sense. re-reading the communist manifesto. trying to orchestrate a plan to not leave. suggestions welcome.
bisous!

but Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there...
-hemingway's a moveable feast.