Clean

somewhere between longing, desire and compulsion we make our plan.

while milk pools about my feet, you materialize, a thin white crust on the inside of my shower curtain.

a soaken and soapy thumb, just grazing the surface, will become a permanence.

we never meet.

*inspiration: Milk, Clean, idreamtidream.net (borrowed photograph)

treasures

The past few weeks have been host to so many little splendid moments that it will be hard to name them all, but I'm going to try through both photograph and the written word. The first gem on the list was brought to me by my temporary (but loved) roommate, Jen. She lent me this album a few weeks ago, and I am so smitten with it. The band is called ARLT, and they are from Paris. I couldn't find out much about them, but here is a snippet of the description from their myspace that I just loved :
"Eloïse Decazes, she appears, she disappears; she condenses on the window panes and offers her flesh to bite. Her singing, that of a siren on a dried land, an exhausted prophetess, a bashful lover, a bust swing. Her voice, ageless, may be centuries old of age, or maybe a few minutes, endlessly resumed. Sing Sing plays the guitar like his pulse orders him to; battered, delicate and coarse, ever on the merry edge of total collapse. Here emerge distant echoes of old rural blues, folk music turned upside down"

These other little treasures are so darling, I'm surprised I could fit them all in one frame without my camera spontaneously exploding from the goodness. From left to right we have my new two-toned oxfords (which you may remember appeared on a previous shopping list post), a knee length floral skirt that I thrifted on our first beach day of summer last week, Light Boxes by Shane Jones (which is tempting me to cheat on Lolita), and a pair of high-waisted floral shorts that I have been revisiting for months at Silver Falls Vintage. The most prized possession of the bunch however, is the lovely hanging basket (minus the hanging part) that is spilling into the frame of each photo, as well as this corner of my kitchen. I decided to name him Stanford, and am hoping I will actually be able to keep him alive and thriving. Despite the obvious loveliness of Stanford, my real love for this plant is not strictly of aesthetic basis, but sentimentality. Stanford's arrival to our home was quite the adventure, and marks one of the first great nights of this summer. I must definitely give big thanks to Andrew for helping 'aquire' Stanford.

*while I would love to retell the circumstances of Stanford's arrival, for legality's sake they shall remain undisclosed.

bearing resemblance

Am quite into the The Like's new look, bandmate and sound. Borrowed these photos from the band's myspace, and I have played the video below at least five times today. Am considering going solo to their show that is literally around the corner from me next week. I've been in like with them for a while now, and everything about their new album seems just perfect in context with my misadventures in romance as of late.

Beachy Keen

A sleepy yet sunny Friday off of work led Lindsay and I to the beach for some reading, rock throwing, cartwheels and boy gushing. Listening to She & Him while sand filled our flats was a prefect reminder of just how close summer is! We managed to capture some of the moments throughout the adventure.

Inspiration of the Week

I know I have mentioned the film Lying in previous posts, but this morning I awoke craving a secluded vacation house in the country paired with transparent blouses and more shorts than you can imagine. Maybe this is all deep rooted in the urge to escape the city that has washed over me lately, but with no mini adventures in my near future, M. Blash's envisioning will have to do.

Sun Hands Sun Dress

Tried on this lovely sundress at Urban Outfitters this afternoon. Though I loved it, I really couldn't justify buying it right now (especially after my last UO splurg below). Am also thinking that maybe I need to move away from dresses, and continue to build my shorts/pant collection which is pretty non-existant at the moment, save for one pair of high waisted denim short shorts, and a more practical pleated khaki number that I pretty much wear on every day off.

Maybe as I continue into Lolita, more (non-sundress) style inspiration will surface.

it ain't easy, but mama said

feeling a bit off this morning, as expected.

this isn't where I thought any of it would lead.

a 10:30am message in a bottle makes things even more confused.

Lists

Sometimes I laugh at  people who make lists, and then other times I find myself  revelling in the pleasure of anticipation that comes while making them. This is one of those days.
Things I want to find this week:
white or two-toned oxfords
antique watches
white summer dress
grey socks
a new summer hat
more clothing with interesting cutouts
cue cards and perfectly shaped envelopes for an upcoming project

mayflowers

Some delectable photography from the Urban Outfitters May 2010 Catalogue, much needed after a lackluster may weekend and week.