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arik levy. this is the structure of my heart.

tube socks and leopard print

leilanni. it's short for 'tube socks and leopard print.'

lemuse

le muse. the fabric of our lives.

roversi your thinking.

paolo roversi. if i lived in an italian vogue fairyland, he would be my biographer.

moonmilk and more

artist of the year ryan mcginley. roller skates make the best nude accessory.

the noon's repose

(Poem #9) La Figlia Che Piange (The Weeping Girl)

Stand on the highest pavement of the stair -
Lean on a garden urn -
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair -
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained suprise -
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

So I would have had him leave,
So I would have had her stand and grieve,
So he would have left
As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised,
As the mind deserts the body it has used.
I should find
Some way incomparably light and deft,
Some way we both should understand,
Simple and faithless as a smile and a shake of the hand.

She turned away, but with the autumn weather
Compelled my imagination many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
And I wonder how they should have been together!
I should have lost a gesture and a pose.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight, and the noon's repose.

-- T S Eliot

graffiti tufts

sorry it's been so long. winter was stifling. on a lighter note, check out the textures here. hand spun wool yarn. i love it when an artist is meticulous.