Mysticism, at its finest.

On tuesdays, wednesdays, saturdays, Somedays,

the unspoken words of our unrequited characters crash

into the hard wood.

The speakers scream

mouthfuls of ceramic tiles painted blue and green --

spilling into lagoon at the center of it all.

And when the statue melts into the pediment

of your collared colloquialisms,

I'll mark it on my calendar,

and dance to the sound

of your hair being brushed and

your fingers praying for Magic.

On the Morning of My Release

And the wood cracks and cracks and snaps and

when the leaves begin to fall like splinters of themselves

I miss what was

When the green light is new it rises and lifts and applauds

our youth and hair and skin

And in that moment you looked so gold

Truths were told and folded and beholded

when the sky was something grey like a wolf

that only wanted to sleep, not eat

And inside wanted outside with the tag out

but you'd fix it for me

because I'd fix it for you

Bill Evans "Waltz for Debbie"

Do You Fancy Yourself a Patriot?

The Fourth of July was the best day of all the summer days, and I'm feeling rather nostalgic. The light was the kind of light that renders skin a beautiful glowing gold and warm. Here are are my favorites.

The Sweet Smell of Old Dreams (and Pretty Soaps)

For a few short months during high school, I was desperate to go to school for Package Design. My dream was quickly replaced with my forever and always obsession with Public Relations. Still, I can't help but swoon when I stumble upon a beautiful packaging job. 

My newest crush is on Lollia, an absolutely gorgeous Beauty Goods and Handcrafts brand that sells with Anthropologie. I cannot stop obsessing with how beautiful their wine bottle bubble baths and quaint little perfumes are. (Not to mention, they all smell absolutely otherworldly.)

Sweet Bobby Zimmerman at His Most Charming

This is the most delightfully endearing video I've ever seen of my dear Bob Dylan. The world would be a much different place without him.

Francophilia

In celebration of Paris fashion week (and my college student ill ability to afford Paris on a whim), I decided it was time to invest in a little nostalgia, and dig through my photo albums. These are a from a family vacation a few years ago, but they're helping to remedy my New England cabin fever. (For now anyway...)