best of summer.

                  spring/summer 2015 clothes i rather be wearing;                         labels we should be watching.


public school (Dao-Yi Chow's and Maxwell Osborne)

 

 hood by air (Shayne Oliver)

acne studios

peter jensen

the row ( mary kate | ashley olsen )

I love Sue Heck.

                                                  Sue Heck ( The middle)

After many attempts with multiple subjects, including family, friends, a Red Lobster waitress, and an unfriendly baby; I, unfortunately, was unable to prove my hypothesis. However, like many scientists before me, I refuse to admit defeat. It took Einstein ten years to prove E=mc2, and if it takes me that long to prove smiling is contagious, then I am up for the challenge, for I believe there are some things that defy logic.

French anatomist Duchenne wrote that joy is expressed on the face by contraction of the muscles but it can only be put in play by the sweet emotions of the soul.

And Duchenne had a whole smile named after him. Think of the smiles over the years that have inspired a whole world to happiness: Mona Lisa's, Justin Bieber's.

 Some might laugh at me, I know, just as they laughed at John Gurdon. He was told in high school that he would never be a scientist. He just won the Nobel Prize. I guess it just proves that being dismissed by people who think they know better is not an obstacle to winning a Nobel Prize. So I will continue with my research, one smile at a time, until I prove that smiling is contagious, 'cause I don't want to live in a world where it isn't.

Sue Heck, The Middle

poeme

 

                             casley legler

           isabella blow

She came from a distant land, a land of fantasies, of music and of fairies;

She stepped into another land by chance, no one spoke her language, no one understood the words she said, 

all she had in her heart was love but they didn’t like the way she was , her beauty was too much.

she was different,  they tried to break her soul, they ignored her offerings of love ,

 she never stopped giving, she never stopped loving, they hated her more;

she hid her tears with smiles covered her wounds with kindness, after all not everyone understands a fairy,

they wanted to see her  death and gone; one day when everyone was asleep she flew away to a place where all fairies disappear.

fairies  

amy winehouse

thoughts

escape method

  



                          riding with the lord
                               mark ryden



have you ever been faced with a situation where everything around you is going wrong? relatives dying, someone you closely know got cancer, natural calamity, another bomb dropped in Iraq and so on.
have you ever been confused about what you feel, because you feel nothing? neither the news on BBC or your heart seem to speak to you, but you feel guilty that you do not feel, what do you feel than? what do you fall back on? 

                               bambi 
                         (toystory series)
                              oleg dou

they say we all need to get real, face issues and understand them, be more sensitive, but is that the best option there is? is there a plan B? i would like to think that there is, i believe we all have a castle inside our heads, where fairies dance and flowers sing, will you be silly enough to take a walk? maybe you can cuddle in between google and youtube (like i do) or meet me.

peter jensen

spring|summer 2015

some things i like

           


                 Top 5 songs on my playlist
       ( and should be on everyone's playlist, if not. )

1. take your time - Sam Hunt

pick up line/pick up song, will work like a charm.

2. dancing on my own ( Robyn's cover )  - Calum Scott 

everybody has felt this way at least once. 

3. scars - James Bay

you don't need a reason to like him (really).

 4. the one - Kodaline

this one is dense, in a very mushy, gooey way.

 5. true romance - Citizens!

for all you crazy lovers. the video is insane.

poeme

you helped me find what i have lost,
things i never thought i would find.
the things i lost in the war,
i found them in your eyes.



never thought i could feel this feeling again,
that lost loving that i lost; now i've found.
your words don't say anything much,
but your eyes stare deep into my eyes.



even your ugly is beauty to me,
and the smell of your sweat wakes me up.
while i die slowly in your arms,
your poison erase all my demons past.


Revival