///MOLOKO///

You're the first thing/
& the last thing on my mind/
In your arms I feel/
Sunshine/

On a promise/
A daydream yet to come/
Time is upon us/
Oh but the night is young/

Flowers blossom/
In the winter time/
In your arms I feel/
Sunshine/

Give up yourself unto the moment/
The time is now/
Give up yourself unto the moment/
Let's make this moment last/

///FIRE ESCAPE///

Debris with which to play/
Polaroids with an overstay/
Rooftop entrapment, twice in a day/

Cookie sandwich chatters/
The soberist madhatters/
Pensive, posing, climbing down ladders/

A triple nipple re-run/
Double trouble has begun/
Always chasing that single sinking sun/

Her & I, Ixchel & Izabela/
My eyes & her lens foretell a/
Butterfly sparkle & diving bell-a/

///LIGHT///

I see you in a lonely place/
How could you be so blue/
You're still regretting the love you left/
Left behind/
Oh darlin'/
I see you go through your changes/
Sitting alone each night/
Are you expectin' to find the love/
Love that's right/

Well darlin' open your eyes/
& let me show you the light/
Girl you'll never find a love that's right/
Well darlin' open your eyes/
& let me show you the light/
Girl you think you're so wise/
You're so wise/

There are times when you need someone/
I will be by your side/
I take my chances before they pass/
Pass me by/
Ohh/
There is a light that shines/
Special for you & me/
You need to look at the other side/
You'll agree/

Well darlin' open your eyes/

///2008///

This photo is the only reminder I need right now. That feeling is creeping up on me, I can sense it a league away. It's knocking me down ever so slowly, a chain of dominoes slightly glued to the surface. I brought this upon myself.

It's irritating how becoming a Facebook member is inevitably synonymous with becoming a stalker. It's the near-perfect mindless activity to cure boredom. But it sucks beyond words finding yourself unconsciously stalking shit that deeply upsets you.

Fuck masochism, I'm done serving dessert to that bullshit addiction. I used to always say, with utmost pride & seeming wit, that I enjoyed masochistic hedonism & hedonistic masochism. Whothefuck was I kidding, I was intolerably miserable more often than not. This ominous mood slow-motion unraveling at present is tolerable but could easily make a quick u-turn. Everyone could cheer me on in horrified awe as I go off the deep end once again. But I won't let that happen, because it is precisely that which is my new fear: regressing from what I am back to what I was.

Winter 2008

Summer 2010

///CHAPEAU///

Still on the lookout for some proper headgear.

Aki's all, "You postin' slave pics now???"

EDIT: Actually nevermind, I'm over hats & under masks. Though of course the following vintage photographs still remain absolute prime examples of immaculate taste in headwear.
& the planned masked polaroids are yet to come!
..without too much delay I hope <3

///ANARANJADO///

Not sure if I could pull it off [of course I could] but 2011 welcomes it. Deliciously vibrant.
Vogue, J.Mendel, Julien MacDonald, street, Pucci, Karen Walker, & 'o7 memories.

///BEAUT///

There are certain beauties & creative spirits that particularly bring out the writer in me. These, I adore. & I often think about binding a book together that consists only of my conversations with these precious ones. I cannot write like this with just anyone, it takes a certain ricochet of energy for me to get inspired as such. It's not rare, but the possibilities of me coming across said people are scarce enough that my writing only pleases me some of the time rather than all.

This made me so happy. Like I had proposed to someone & was waiting patiently for the response & it was a charmingly detailed description of the word 'yes.' I'm only just beginning to catch up with my dreams.. I don't drink anymore. Spent too much of my time erasing feelings & memories with drinks & drugs. I've missed the sun, I'm starting to spend more time with it now..

///IXCHEL///

I'm not entirely sure why but.. I always thought of you as this fairytale dream-like being. I could never imagine you doing normal everyday people things like driving a car or having coffee at a cafe or shopping in fancy stores. You're just there.. There being beautiful, doing beautiful things. I don't know how you got there but you are.

I guess this is all because I've only ever heard of you. I only know you in surrealistic fantastical photographs & technically you are a dream. A peacefully overwhelming enigma in a clamorous city.

I just spent an entire day & entire night waking then forcing myself back to sleep because I wanted to see what happened next in my unpredictable sequence of dreams.

///HIER UND JETZT///

It's like getting glasses after having been blind & blurred for years.

I remember the days when I was so eager to satisfy you/
& be less then I was just to prove I could walk beside you/
Now that I've flown away I see you've chosen to stay behind me/
& still you curse the day I decided to stay true to myself/

///HSH///

& with Max Richter singing gently
wordlessly from below,
yet further beneath
trucks grunting cars sprinting,
where they clash
an unusual peace

Here is Downtown,
now is midnight,
& I'm home
Home sweet home

///AHDREEAHN///

///FRESH///

I've got steps to take & a ring to keep me clean. I've a memory lying on my back, eyes slit & ears ajar, splashes & shallow falls beyond, a choir of cicadas crescendo & repeat, the rainy season green gives way to a bright bright blue.

Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, doncha know/
Butterflies all havin' fun you know what I mean/
Sleepin' peace when day is done that's what I mean/

& this old world is a new world/
& a bold world for me/

Stars when you shine you know how I feel/
Scent of the pine you know how I feel/
Oh freedom is mine & I know how I feel/