Monday, 28 February 2011


That flowery dress was bought for a first date in the summer and worn for the 19th date, and the 34th, and the 62nd...The cardigan is green and red and cream with gold buttons, bought at Barnardo's where I volunteer and where this photograph was taken. Those boots are from Russell & Bromley, my absolute favourites; I had to send them away because their heels are so worn down that they needed to go on holiday. I've been living in that pair of jeans.

Wednesday, 23 February 2011


Hyggelig (Danish)
Its “literal” translation into English gives connotations of a warm, friendly, cozy demeanor, but it’s unlikely that these words truly capture the essence of a hyggelig; it’s likely something that must be experienced to be known. I think of good friends, cold beer, and a warm fire.

(found here)


Monday, 14 February 2011


I know a boy who created an entirely new kind of crystal.
I know a girl who made a New Year's resolution to send more death threats.
I know a boy who is so full of metal that he makes machines go crazy.

Band of Horses - No One's Gonna Love You

You instead of I.

Friday, 11 February 2011

Elle Est

After a double take in Vogue many moons ago, it would seem wrong not to acknowledge little big sister's entry into Elle this month.

Thursday, 10 February 2011


There are bonds that do not break, bridges that won't burn, ties that still bind.

The Middle East - Blood

Tuesday, 8 February 2011


I'm all about the quaint.

Friday, 4 February 2011

Ships & Sealing Wax

Last semester I gave a presentation on necromancy, and this term I am almost certain will do the same for selkies. In books on my course's bibliography, old lectures about St. Kilda, from a collection of Icelandic folktales given to me by my best friend and woven into the sea-sweet film The Secret of Roan Inish...these islanders and water-dwellers, their bobbing boats and fireside stories are seeping into my consciousness.

Letters like these are one of my very most favourite things - from Lenka and Michael, from me, from anyone really. I like to write and I like to receive. Write someone a letter; the time has come to talk of many things, or so a walrus told me.

The past month, Edinburgh has played witness to the kind of glorious sunsets that you wish would last forever. There are skies so beautiful that you almost hate to see them sail away into the west, fading into inky blues and violets and indigos, slipping away like a seal into water.

Thursday, 3 February 2011

Pig Island Letters

It is an odd business, tattooists practicing their art on pig skin.
Odd but interesting and bizarrely beautiful.

"Ride easy stranger
Surrender to the sky
your heart of anger."
- James K. Baxter