Ange.

(Girl interrupted) 

Cool cat.

(5 inch and up)

From where I'd rather be.

(T Magazine Travel)

To market, to market.

xo

Jumping from love.

Heartbreaking images of a Chinese bride attempting to jump off a building after hearing of her fiance marrying another woman. After several moments of hanging, the policeman holding her managed to pull her back in.

These brilliant photographs, yet brought on by a disturbing circumstance, reminded me of the power of photography. Able to capture such  a vivid and traumatising situation with a simple click.

You're a festival head.

xo

EV.

What a face.

I want to try it your way this time.

Candy. Love.

LA lady.

Oh Katie.

Habitat.

A few snaps of bits and pieces in my room, my retreat, my habitat.

xo

Chevalier Dove.

(Paul DeLuna)

For the time I stare – I almost dismiss

my creator. Though sometimes I look at

the lone assembly affront – I think

of Dana’s delicate touch.

At times, as I feel the soft wind

pick up its erratic pace,

do I think of its frail heart,

crushed under the shoe. Sometimes the vision of a

chevalier dove, seeming no more than the

size of a thumb in the air, will force me to think

of its origin, before it floats in the breeze

from its warm home. I’ve seen so

few land pure of agent; with its own

authentic and complete way of being.

Now, it moves from its berth on the cold floor

with an alluring beauty, it carries

with the soothing wind. How long before it falls

flat once more, aberrant dissenter?

For moments I stand in awe of its compass –

sweeping to the drum of one’s own

satisfaction and contentment. But sometimes,

watching a soft limb fall, my own

heart skips a force in the aura

of my own nature. How will I know?

I will never know, if at one moment,

I emerge as an ancestor of its being.

But as I watch, I feel my frame intrude

a peaceful state in which all is

acquaint; and a dove on an ice field

of dreams entertains the essence of ruin.