"the mere sound and serious exuberance of the music is all he cares about"

Lets Twist Again...

what a wonderful lady...what a wonderful skirt..

Full Moon Thoughts

I dream of others believing in my kind of romance. A melody of enjoying the moment then storing it like memories and dust. I want to get completely carried away in the moment and have a romance that lasts a song, a dance, a night..

some kind of romance...

I live in my mind. A world full of fantasies, crushes, photos and memories.. a world where i need music to survive.

the world through my eyes...

happy in our make believe

...and we could find new ways of living

the children of the summer's end

a day of a beyond inspiring mix of dazzling individuality, indulging tunes, brilliant artists, a shared passion and endless kodak moments.... i found myself eating daisies

who- will get me to a party?
who- do i have yet to meet?
you- you look a bit like coffee
And you taste a bit like me
How- can i keep me from moving?
now- i just need a change of scenery
just listen to me I won't pretend to
Understand the movement of the wind
Or the waves out in the ocean or how
Like the hours I change softly slowly
Plainly blindly oh me oh my

well the night was falling as the desert world
began to settle down
in the town they're searching for us everywhere
cause we never will be found


touch, we touched the very soul
of holding each and every life
we claimed the very source of joy ran through
it didn't, but it seemed that way
I kissed a lot of people that day


someone passed some bliss among the crowd
and we walked back to the road, unchained

i can't describe what it is about this photo that i find so intriguing... its the ultra cool "i dont give a shit" vibe that it seems to send to me. the posture, hair, cigarette, light denim jacket- they all portray a confidence that i think most of us could carry off so easily as this punk.

I might just get up and dance
Or buy some acid-wash pants
When you don't care then you got nothing to lose

And I won't
Hesitate
'Cause every moment life is slipping away
It's ok

The very name "sequin" is derived from the Arabic "sikka", meaning coin. In thirteenth-century Venice, the public mint was called La Zecca and the French altered the Venetian word to sequin, both the Turks and Maltese had gold coins called sequins.

Sequins are worn to dazzle and captivate all those around them with the glare of crystalline light.

Forever in Vogue.

children of elsewhere

you can bump and grind
It is good for your mind
Well you can twist and shout let it all hang out
But you won't fool the children of the revolution

elsewhere

under the milkyway tonight...

Just as you take my hand
Just as you write my number down
Just as the drinks arrive
Just as they play your favourite song
As your blather disappears
No longer wound up like a spring
Before you've had too much
Come back and focus again

Oxford St, Paddington NSW

she moves in her own way..

come together. right now. over me.

Cavill Ave

Black Market Rhythm Co.

Sydney- Cargo Bar on Darling Harbour

A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together,chasing the moonlight..


i hope this blog enables you to be inspired, encouraged and content.

much love x