witches and wardrobes

(ref. Luella F/W 08 & Rodarte F/W 08)

on candystripe legs the spiderman comessoftly through the shadow of the evening sunstealing past the windows of the blissfully deadlooking for the victim shivering in bedsearching out fear in the gathering gloom andsuddenly! a movement in the corner of the room! and there is nothing i can do when i realise with fright that the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight

my inspiration and romance wall

and my HEARTBEATS xox

(ref. the worldwide web and its wonders)

SATURDAY NIGHTS AND NEON LIGHTS

frolicking...

Jean Paul Gaultier

Vivienne Westwood

Ann Demuelmeester

Givenchy

after a heart starts to break... i find myself trampsing around a worldwide universe of inspiration, running away from reality and not wanting to return.

Layer upon Layer of Charles Anastase

how wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully pretty!

i heart rodarte s/s 09

The crowd on the street walks slowly, don't mind the rain Lovers hold hands to numb the pain, Gripping tightly to something that they will never own


Source: Vogue.com

Wonderland of Inspiration

Source: Oyster Magazine

Listening to: She Wants Revenge

A wonderland of inspiration and the industry of cool.

....

Zac Posen

Y-3

Diane Von Furstenburg

and so S/S 09 fashion weeks begin...

alexander wang & erin fetherston- grunge meets a dreamlike existence... what a wonderful state of mind to be in!

Summer Skin

I don't recall a single care, just greenery and humid air...

haven't laughed this hard in a long time
better stop now before I start crying.
go off to sleep in the sunshine
I don't wanna see the day when its dying

i fear losing memories
i fear liking a pop song

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
Sylvia Plath

i wonder...

for now i like running away to our world of words and notions..you interest me and im not sure if i even know why.
i think i know what i cant have but perhaps that's because i don't want it...i like holding your hand and dreaming...a non existent reality where our hearts are warm, tummies filled with butterflies and useless words of romanticism are wasted between each other.

i dont want to think to much but rather stay in this haze of heartbeats, it could be perhaps a love affair..