I’m tempted to blow up this picture and frame it.
Yes several hands groping a woman in bed CAN be seen as a little creepy…but also adorable n’est-ce pas?
Just another day in the life of Miss Greta, one I’m hoping to emulate soon/every day of my life.
Nothing like spending an entire day with full-fledged street photographers to reduce your ego to the size of a peanut.*
Not that I minded one bit, its been a while since I’ve had time to wander the streets, pondering the A to Z of composition, without being consumed with guilt. Workaholics anonymous should come knocking any minute.
Then again I think can safely conclude that my creative Kool-aid has been drained.
Waxing lyrically about the fine art of tea drinking will do that to a person!
*if you choose to believe my ego was once baby P.HA.T.
Or so I continue to tell myself..
Even after thumping my head against the wall attempting the rock star pose yesterday; cue awkward glances all around.
Things have been going so swimmingly lately(life and yoga wise), I may have forgotten I am NOT in fact a bird of paradise.
Still, nothing wrong with a rush of blood to the head when you try something you are truly terrified of and walk out alive to tell the tale!
Every now and then I come across an image that makes me pause whatever insignificant Google search I was in the middle of, and just stare, unashamedly..with googly eyes too.
Benn makes a pretty obvious (read swoon worthy) choice for Tod’s No_Code campaign wouldn’t you say?
The Fonz would definitely approve!
..”dream in them and wear a pair in so thoroughly that they become a worthy portrait to your timely steps“- Jefferson Hack
I spent most of the weekend in an 8×6 inch bubble and I never once burst out/bust a move? That whole thing about no man being an island has always made as much sense as a Taylor Swift love song.
So I put my faith in the man and googlebot (sadly at 1am last night) and discovered those wise words date back to the 17th century.
Back when life expectancy was a whopping 36, and women were publicly flogged for unspeakable crimes..
Taking part in politics and such.
Long-awaited, soon to be cherished by all. My little black book of all time favourite places, also known as my e-hood, goes a little like;
1. A well traveled woman- filled with endlessly inspiring snapshots of her adventures; I truly am in awe of this woman!
2. What Katie Ate- food, glorious food. Oh Katie, I think love you.
3. Decade Diary
4. Garance-you better believe I’ll be giving this woman a hug when we eventually meet.
5. Jak&Jil- went up the hill and became a mountain of inspiration.*
6. Langley Fox
8. Here I Am- painstakingly honest and beautifully written.
9. Gala- radically dancing to the beat of her own drums. Hey Gala, will you be my guru?
10.Note to Self- many less eloquent notes to self have been written by moi.
The common denominator here is simplicity. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been visually (not to mention emotionally) assaulted by flashy graphics and unnecessary pop-ups. When in doubt, please just let your content speak for itself.
* something about writing this is making me question my sanity
This just about sums up my entire week.
Just as a door slammed firmly shut in my face, I happened to stroll by one or two left ajar.*
I’m somewhere between smug and elated to have discovered my superpower is resilience. Enough said, as it turns out the powers that be actually peruse this blog and I could be shooting myself in the kneecap if I went into detail.
In other news, Ms Jolie will forever be my heroine for making such a life changing choice. Taking matters into her own hands may have been a bold choice, but it was mighty smart one too. I kid myself into thinking I make fearless choices in my life, but the truth is, if faced with the same agonising fate, I would definitely choose the pollo route.
*ten rupees if you can spot the joke