Saturday, 8 August 2009


by D.H. Lawrence;

I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A bird will fall frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.

Right now, the city is alive all hours with festival insanity, and I want to look like what would happen if this look had beautiful illegitimate feral offspring with this one.
Or perhaps just this;

(found here)

My new flat is lovely, by the way.
Fireplaces, a secret room, walls the colour of lemonade and hardwood floors...


Svenske Floyd said...

Congrats to the new crib! May we see some pics?

Joanne said...

Your new flat sounds so nice! Great pic! Love those floral pants and hat! So cool! :)