Saturday, April 24, 2010

maroon vamp

three-set of pom pom rings i made last night

Friday, April 23, 2010

treasure hunt

yesterday i went to a very large antique shed near my farm and it was full of the most amazing old furniture and bits. i was in there for two hours and still didn't get to see everything...

kangaroo fur coat i bought $20 (don't hate me emerald it died of natural causes)

i had to have - "the last supper"

and this w.e. the local and annual garage sale day is coming up in my area and you recieve a map to all the participaing houses. im going to have a field day!

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

the most excited dandelion in the field

packed my whole room and loved possessions into boxes, i feel like a dandy lion that has been pulled from the ground and knowing all my things are safe and sound at my farm waiting for me hidden like treasures for a good 6 months.. a little kid has just blown all my dandelion feathers free into a big open field that is the world.. ive never felt so free.. will be so much fun when i unpack it all next year, and who knows where i might be unpacking it, a new space, a new canvas, so exciting.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

under my skin

season 3 of skins is my latest fad, i never watch television but i wouldn't be surprised if i didn't realise two days had passed when watching this gold.

banana & a cigarette for breakfast


breakfast: when you sleep you fast from food, and the word breakfast means break the fast.

for the love of hoarding

teapot night-light my friend ali bought me the other day - "it had your name all over it"

hoarder - a person who accumulates things and hides them away for future use.

i cant be a hoarder then.. because everything i find, buy, recieve as a present, or choose to keep when i cant bear to see it be thrown away, is on display in my room. touche'

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

little punks

two boys who live in my area and their best friend who goes everywhere with them, black headed python

Monday, April 12, 2010

the smell of old books

i found this poem in an old book (hood - first series), with gold trim, edges dried by the sun.

it was a young maiden went forth to ride,
and there was a wooer to pace by her side;
his horse was so little, and hers so high,
he thought his angel was up in the sky.

his love was great tho' his wit was small;
he bade her ride easy-and that was all.
the very horses began to neigh,-
because their betters had nought to say.

they rode by elm, and they rode by oak,
they rode by a church-yard, and then he spoke:-
:my pretty maiden, if you'll agree
you shall always amble through life with me."

the damsel answer'd him never a word,
but kick'd the grey mare, and away she spurr'd.
the wooer still follow'd behind the jade,
and enjoy'd-like a wooer-the dust she made.

they rode thro' moss, and they rode thr' moor,-
the gallant behind and the lass before:-
at last they came to a miry place,
and there the sad wooer gave up the chase.

quoth he, "if my nag were better to ride,
i'd follow her over the world so wide.
oh, it is not my love that begins to fail,
but i've lost the last glimpse of that grey mare's tail!"

Saturday, April 10, 2010

he who watches over cuba street

dark beauty

smoke bubbles

smallest wine bar

king of the bongo

flowers in bed

kate alison, a girl i met recently, has the most amazing voice and has never had a music lesson in her life. she writes her own music, and has taught herself to play the guitar and sing. this is my favourite one of her songs.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

it's a place we will come back to


no roofies, but i will still rape francescas convertible

quirky cottage at my farm - the outside painted cream with red trim

diving into the toilet

white wash bathroom

from our vegetable garden

ethical deer on the wall above the fireplace

black is beautiful

this candle i just made is humungous and you cant see in this poor light but its as black as black and coffee-scented.. smells like roasted coffee beans mmm

yesterday i spent the afternoon making black miss dior perfume scented candles, the light and phone camera are poor, but seen by the naked eye these are as black as night.

Monday, April 5, 2010

i know a girl with a golden touch, she's got enough, she's got too much

imogens margiela rings - pinky ring missing

fiona had too many keys so...

divine intervention

this butterfly flew into my mums car at my farm and landed softly in the back seat where it stopped moving and died. butterfly effect.

present for papa

coat hanger and keyboard keys - valentines day gift

Sunday, April 4, 2010

happiness and harmony

waybuloo is a kids show that i came across this morning when my little brother was watching tv and we watched it together and didnt say one word through the whole episode. it puts you into a sort of trance, into a magical land called Nara, inhabited by adorable animated characters called piplings.