Juliet says, hey, it's Romeo, you nearly gave me a heart attack

He's underneath the window, she's singing Hey, la, my boyfriend's back

Mondays are for...

laying in bed thinking about all the early morning calls, the sex, and how it has all got you here.

love won't play any games with me

anymore if you don't want it to.

I said I wouldn't sabotage this time.

Lets get out of this country...

With a much needed mini-break in our near future, and a $6000 osap cheque finally coming my way, I took to daydreaming about my perfect wardrobe for the anticipated weekend away. Though not all within my modest budget, we'll see what I can come up with in the next week!Here is what I would ideally be packing for the adventure:

With the trip sure to be documented, I promise to give an update as to whether any of these dream pieces came true.

When you're alone in your bed

I want to wake up to your freckled back, knowing that you will naturally turn yourself over once your eyes open. Knowing that I'm awake you'll place your arm over me, both our eyes pretending to be closed and you'll ask me if I slept.

It seems so pathetic that I'm even thinking about this.

Now all my fathers, they've gone down. true love they've been without it

going to Rainbow Cinema with Solange on a friday, finally wearing my chambray shirt purchased last summer.

Sick of the sight of my old lover

went under sheets and covers to get away from him

http://www.flickr.com/photos/houzyep/

Viens petite fill' dans mon comic strip

‘Shall I love you?’ said the Swallow, who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer.
Oscar Wilde

You're too clean white love

if you're traveling in the north country fair

And I blindly hope you too would see me

And my Body

Even if yours covered another

photos from marciosimnch.com

Le tourbillon de la vie

Laundrette

If I ever make it home

And my key won't open the door

Once I thought my innocence was gone.

While lying in bed I keep pressing my right heel into the hollows of my left foot. The pressure and friction as I circle my ankle and embed the belly of my calf into its other, causes my body to think of you. I promenade my toes diagonally across the sheets.

photo borrowed from http://vi.sualize.us/tag/yllanna/
Casie

Brevity is the soul of lingerie

Dorothy Parker

Lins and I both have been on a search for the perfect undergarment this past season, and with a few dazzling finds under our belts (oh puns), we find ourselves on the hunt for more. With spring creeping slowly into the picture, here are some of my bedtime inspirations and wishes for the upcoming season.

Lindsay can attest to the fact that I have been craving a variation of this last one for a few years now. Though I have found many versions throughout my vintage excursions, I regrettably am yet to commit.

The following items are all from Anthropologie.com and I am lusting after...unrequited

Daily Indulgence Bandeau $46.12

Silhouette Brief $52.71

Nadia Tap Shorts $217.41 Nadia Underpinnings $173.49-217.41

Merriweather Bra $118.59

Soft Stitches Bodysuit $162.51

Note: While I considered posting pictures of our recent finds and investments in the undergarment department, I figured I would try to maintain some mystique for sake of the boys who are lucky enough to see them in the future.

I just came across this after weeks of listening to his other song 'Be Human'. Everything about this video and song I find so cinematic. Sitting behind my laptop watching youtube videos doesn't often transport me anywhere. Watching this however, I felt the screen multiply 20x and as though I was sitting in a theatre surrounded by strangers all experiencing in our individual silos, connected by our squeaky armrests.

Love Casie

I Need You More Than I Love You and I Love You To Bits

Some photographs I found on Vice Fashion that fit my romantic mood as of late.


Photos by Lele Saveri
Styling by Filippa Berg


Gunnar Ardelius—I Need You More Than I Love You and I Love You To Bits
BY EMMA ARVIDA
Stylist: Milene Larsson

Yours Casie

L'appareil a Sous

It's been awhile how you've come back in style

With a plethora of new clothing being brought to me by the magic that is Christmas,

I felt like it was time to pay tribute to some of my own purchases of 2009.
(the sequin clutch is actually Lindsay's, but I DID buy it for her...in 2008...but its too dazzling to not include)

Love Casie

Some Favourite pieces of 2009

Over the Knee Boots Aldo $180

Floral Dress Value Village $12.99
Zipper Belt H&M $10

Beaded Dress Black Market $10

Sequined Clutch Purse The Cove $10

Grandma and Mom's Jewellery

Velvet Cropped Jacket Silver Falls $28

Vintage Nine West Oxfords Ossington St $28

Lying is done with words and also with silence.

Adrienne Rich

Without turning completely somber

I read this in "The Stone Diaries" by Carol Shields and it kind of stuck to my insides.

"Suddenly her body is all that matters. How it's let her down. And how fundamentally lonely, it is to live inside a body year after year and carry it always in a forward direction, and how there is never any relief from the weight of it, even when sleeping, even when joined, briefly, to the body of another... An envelope of flesh, glassine. She lives now in the wide- open arena of pain, surrounded by row on row of spectators. The nights are endless, the morning sun a severity."

As a woman with a chronic disability, I have to face my physical limitations and the pain which stems from a genetic glitch in my body on a daily basis. Having to sit and watch as my conditions worsen as my life progresses further. The last time I saw him, my step grandfather said to me " I know you hurt so much and nobody cares." These words could sound so mean without the right eye. The largest hurdle the human race has ever had to face is that we are all confined in our own forms. Him and I are at a very similar place medically. The truth is that it's hard to constantly care about another person's pain, simply because it is not a presence for ourselves. This is why so many people are starving and dying of cured diseases. We cannot feel another person's physical experience. But we have found traits like empathy in ourselves to help bridge these gaps. I am one to believe in evolution and that we have adapted with particular features for specific reasons. There is a reason we strive to understand what other people are going through and I think it is to break free of our own physical experience to alleviate another's. Step Grandfather was trying to share how he felt about such a physical isolation and truthfully I found these words a odd source of inspiration.

Its not that nobody cares, it's that we are all grappling with this physical confinement. Though some are forced to recognize their constraints early and in a brutal way, perhaps all of us dream of our body dissolving in the air and that barrier being swept away by the wind.

Contemplative,

L

To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June

Girl Crush of the Month. Who am I kidding? Of the Year. I could never tire of Betty Draper's wide-eyed naivetes and tea dresses. This week has found me obsessed with everything January Jones, and I've come across many editorials shots such as these that I love.

Casie

When you're sick on a Sunday...

Who was it that said that love conquers all?

Camera Obscura concert tonight! I have been waiting 5 years to sway in a sweaty room full of strangers to their melodic tunes! Pictures and Details to follow...

with love,

Casie

We're back and we're tightening our bra straps!

Seriously, if you want to take an outfit to the next level of fierce then tighten your bra straps. Instant boost!

I'm living it right now.

L