Tuesday, March 30, 2010

straws...............

Monday, March 29, 2010

now, im not too sure if you have spent anytime ever thinking about a spiderweb before...
but, i have.....
how does the little guy start it?
think about that....
they are long, and generally placed in pretty random places.....
how does it make this beautiful structure??
im going to think about it more....
x

are words neccassary?

Friday, March 26, 2010

TAKE FOUR............SNAP

MINI DIANA I HEART YOU...X

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

lace, red shoes, and eadable decorations!

very pretty shots!

(Matt Johnson Photography)

JACI BAILEY WINTER 10

THE GIRL IS GOOD, AND THIS JUMPER COMES TO THE STORE IN A WEEKS TIME...
(little bit excited)
x

i think you misunderstood me......

IVE GOT MY CIGARETTE, AND GUN....

THINK I CAN LOOK AFTER MYSELF FROM HERE.....

THANKYOU FOR YOUR CONCERN THOUGH...

NEIL KRUG- PHOTOGRAPHER (www.neilkrug.com)

she wore diamonds on the souls of her shoes....

image- (http://sluzza.blogspot.com/)

Monday, March 22, 2010

top hat and row boats..........

airports

they look hot, industrial, and boring as hell.....

yet, you cant help but be more excited then a kid at christmas when you get there....

"All my bags are packed I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin' it's early morn
The taxi's waitin' he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing
Every place I go, I'll think of you
Every song I sing, I'll sing for you
When I come back, I'll bring your wedding ring

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time let me kiss you
Close your eyes I'll be on my way
Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times, I won't have to say

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh baby, I hate to go

Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go"

-john denver

MATT HEATH

ART AND MUSIC, THE MAN DOES BOTH!

just been one of those days??

Sunday, March 21, 2010

LUCETTE CARGO PANTS...I HEART YOU

IM NOT GOING TO DENY IT....
I LOVE A GIRL WHO CAN LOOK HOT IN CARGO'S!!!
GRRRRRRRRRR......
(IMAGE: LUCETTE)
X

it will end up very beautiful..i promise...

HE SAID, SHE SAID..........

HE SAID:

"I wish you would grow up and accept that things aren’t how they used to be,

and we don’t live in this little fairytale world that you’ve eluded into,

things are never going to be quite the same."

SHE SAID:

dear friends..........

"Only the Dead stay seventeen forever." — Haruki Murakami (Norwegian Wood)

this man, might actually be the best modern author i have ever read.....

he writes in different reality's, and dream state..

and you actually believe you are there..

or have been there..

or will be there one day...

probably very soon....

let him in your life!!!

"Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about."
— Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)