Rose Fly's South

This is my latest art piece... more experimenting and tinkering... I need to spend more time doing this! Not sure if I like the white background more or less... I tend to always have trouble picking from the variations I make which overall looks better...

Love after Love

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger that was yourself.
Give Wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Author | Derek Walcott

This is the first passage from Time Traveller's Wife which I have just started reading and am already enthralled by only a few pages into the first chapter! I can see that I will be stealing every moment possible to immerse myself in pages of ecstasy!!!

This poem really hits home to me... the power in welcoming yourself home is overwhelming, and yet we wait soooo long to sit and feast on our true selves, as a part of a bigger whole, alone yet not alone at all... seperate yet unified... one and all similtaneously!

I've missed myself lately...

Image Source | Vegas Fang's facebook photo's... I love this photo, it depicts an amazingly beautiful, creative and talented little lady who I admire and am inspired by... and miss seeing as well!
Hope u don't mind Ms Russo... xxx

Dub be Good to Me

Beats International featuring Lindy Layton 1990 smash hit that spent 13 weeks in the charts... and one of my all time favourite songs!
By golly gosh though, wasn't easy finding this clip.
SOS originally did this track, recently slaughtered by Karmah and has been remixed that many times it is not funny! This particular track though is my favourite, and in my humble opinion, the best arrangement, interpretation and production of and oldie but definately a goodie!
Check out Lindy's dancing... soooooooooo 90's just like the leggings and sneakers, with the oversized button down shirt and wayyyyyyy too much bling! it's hard to comprehend that the 90's could actually come back into style in the next few years considering how bad it was!!! haha I'm sure someone will throw a spin on the 90's stylings and rep it radically! One thing is for sure though.... that ain't gunna be me!

Meeeeoooooow

Until yesterday I had a little house guest... a tom named Mr Kitty aka Lil Fucker!
I grew up with cats but I have always much preferred dogs.... but to tell u the truth, any critter that has a bucket load of personality is my type of companion!
Even though Mr Kitty liked to draw blood and notify me he was hungry with his teeth, I miss the lil bastard!
So now I am really fighting the urge to go and buy a dog...
I'll see you tomorrow night for dinner at your new home Mr Kitty.... u better not bite me!!!

The Death of Innocence...

"I felt that this room in my dream had the same feeling about it as if it was a loved one's room who has passed away long ago, the room was normally a forgotten space, a no-go zone full of things that reminded me of my past. The death of innocence lingered and loomed in the darkness.
It was a room in my mind full of memories and emptiness all at the same time.
A trace remained of old mourning and pent up emotion, a strong sense of 'I'd rather forget all about it' that made my heart ache. Like a subtle clue left to say I'd known that this day would come... and I'd prayed that day would be a long time in coming.
Someone had broken into it, letting thick shafts of afternoon sun flood the room, a dark space full of dust, between the cracks of the barred windows and broken door. It gave the room that golden glow full of dust sparkling and reflecting the light this way and that... maybe it was a dark and seedy entity that bought malice and pain to the space... or maybe the culprit was a split personality of my own unconscious creation that had cracked its seal, exposing familiar yet forcibly forgotten lament... yet the cause of the pain was just beyond the reach of comprehension.
Nothing had been taken or disturbed, not even the dust that hung ominously in the room, suspended in animation... yet I felt vulnerable, invaded and confused.
Someone, something, or, more likely, some part of me was trying to air out the space, shed light upon it, cleanse it and transform the energy into something new..."

- An excerpt from my dream journal this morning

Image Source | I Need Chemical X and Something Intellectual

Anja

This lady is just sooo gorgeous! I love these photo's...
Source | Fashion Gone Rogue

The Room

Hungarian fashion/art mag The Room's 10th Jubilee!
I think this publication speaks for itself really... RAD, I'll def be visiting this blog again!!!!

Source | Fashion Gone Rogue

Suspended Animation

Jeff Luker

David Bellemere


Bjorn Iooss

Random CUTENESSSSSSSS

Image Source | Feaverish

Its my blog and I'll post whatever 'the fuck' I like!!!!!

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I'm in a strange mood tonight... not completely sure why.
I figure its probably a few reasons, like... the fact a certain employer completely wasted about 3hrs of my day talking WAY too much about shit I could have been doing! Throw in a little walk down memory lane today after finding a rather special and dear ol high school buddy (fellow teen freak) Nathaniel on trusty old Facebook... which reminded me of the slightly more twisted and... well... lets just say disgustingly offensive pay out fights we used to have in Ancient History! Shit that was just plain WRONG but so GOOOOOOD!!! Suddenly I had a miriad of nausea inducing insults about said employer that I didn't quite think I was capable of producing anymore!
When I look back at the time I spent with Nathan I realised he taught me not to give a fuck about what you say, but say something...express something, feel something... anything... everything!
It reminds me that I never have to grow up... I just have to choose the right time and place for being stupid and grotesquely immature!!!
I can't wait to catch up with that dried up wad of elephant jism whom I haven't seen for about ooooo 14yrs...

ps the images have nothing to do with this post, I just wanted to post them... cause they're rad and for no other reason!

Image Source | everywhere... Viktor Vaultier, Something Intellectual, my image library...and others

True Goddess

Weeeeeee the joy, oh the joy! The goddess power reigns supreme!
Alexandra Valenti... masterful, exemplory, dripping with talent! I love these images, i love the fact that she expresses her femininity through her photography... I love love love everything about it... her posters are cute and kooky in a way I only dream I could express myself in... she honours the goddess not just within herself but within each of her muses, including the men!
I could spend days enthralled by this womans work...

Source | alexandraintheforest.com