catch my dreams

ph: alena chandler

ph: jessica milan

"is the wood's dim heart,

and the fragrant pine,

incense, and a shrine

of her coming? apart,

i wait for a sign."

-excerpt from Chanson sans Paroles by: Ernest Dowson

can you still remember?

"That kind of tenderness couldn't be permitted to last. Nothing that beautiful could live long. It wasn't allowed. You only got a taste, enough to know what perfection meant, and then you paid for it the rest of your life. Like the guy chained to a rock, who stole fire. The gods made an eagle eat his liver for all eternity. You paid for every second of beauty you managed to steal."

"She'd done it right then and there, killed the thing she loved. She was only trying to get him to wake up, wanting him to see what he had driven her to... He should have stopped her. That's all she wanted, for him to stop her, to say she was wrong, to put his arms around her like a man and say that he loved her... don't you remember? She wept into her hands, slow racking sobs made slower by the booze, but no less painful. Why hadn't she stopped that day, why couldn't she have just driven home, they could have had tea, she could have tried to cheer him, ask him something, God, he loved to teach her things... She just hadn't realized how angry she was, hadn't known she could do something so horrible to the boy she loved."

ph: germinal roaux

"She opened the door, leaned in the doorway, sucking in the night air. She gazed up at the stars, which had retreated still higher. We don't know, we don't have problems like yours. He'd loved her, and she'd loved him, and it wasn't enough. She struggled to understand how that could be possible. Love, it seemed, wasn't as big as she'd thought. There were bigger things. She felt her heart being crushed, it was going to pop like a grape. But she closed the door and sat back down at the table."

ph: knj

-paint it black by: janet fitch

mr. someone else

"she's a bush of burning roses."

"she calls to me like moses."

'g' island

yes there is a 'g' island in vancouver. well granville island to be exact. my church is located there, so after church we can walk around and hang out at the market, on the docks or do some window shopping in all the funky stores.

this guy was balancing rocks on top of each other.

the hat shop.

well off to bed.

gotta wake up early to be on set for a movie.

nite nite.

oh yah! and there's fireworks tomorrow.

maybe i'll catch it downtown...

love for different reasons

"People love each other for all sorts of different reasons," Roxanne said... "Most of the time we're loved for what we can do rather than for who we are. It's not such a bad thing, being loved for what you can do."


"But the other is better," Gen said.


Roxane pulled her feet into her chair and hugged her knees to her chest. "Better. I hate to say better, but it is. If someone loves you for what you can do then it's flattering, but why do you love them? If someone loves you for who you are then they have to know you, which means you have to know them."


Roxane smiled at Gen.

-Bel Canto by: Ann Patchett.

return to innocence

a return to what once was.

ph: germinal roaux

a soft smile. a returned glance. a kind handshake.

ph: willa nasatir

a return to yourself. don't care what people say.

a return to innocence.

everytime i hear this song, i get emotional. i don't know why. maybe part of it is because when i first heard this song it was in a wedding for a movie. and another part of it is the title and the man's strong wailings and voice.

do you feel it too?

when a man loves a woman

i am i

"I do my thing, and you do your thing.

I am not in this world to live up to your expectations,

and you are not in this world to live up to mine.

You are you, and I am I,

and if by chance we find each other,

it’s beautiful."

-Frederick E. Perl.

 

 

 

 

aritzia fashion show

i was in the aritzia show last night. it was for fall 2010. it took place at the rocky mountaineer factory. a huge warehouse type of building.

the show was lotsa fun. i luv aritzia. their clothes are always innovative and set the trends. this fall season it was all about tribal and native influences. wind chime and shell necklaces. beaded snap bracelets. moccassins. clogs. slouchy socks under open toe heels. crocheted vests. thick wrap sweaters...

the music was my favourite. they played best coast's (one of the newest and hippest bands, like the beach boys) "when i'm with you," wolfgang's "back to back" (i'm seriously in love with that song), feist's "how my heart behaves" and others.

i didn't take any pics except for 2 on my blackberry. but here are some of the influences from the collection:

i luv the tights. they're so comfy.

the shoes are tennis lace-ups and doc martens.

ankle boots and slouch bags.

fringe vests and doc martens.

clogs.

tribal jackets.

moccasins.

tribal necker scarf.

and...drum roll...a video out already:

too bad they didn't video longer.

i was right after the last girl with red hair.

oh wells...i'll be on the lookout for more aritiza videos.

heart skipped a beat

"sometimes i still need you."

accessorize! accessorize!

i am an accessories girl. defs the opposite of a minimalist. i know the fall season is full of minimalism. i don't know how i'm gonna get through it! haha...

earrings, bags, scarves, necklaces, bracelets, rings... oh the possibilities! it puts a smile on my face just thinking about it. maybe that's why i wanna get into styling.

ph: maniamania dust collection

ph: maniamania dust collection

ph: tash and 'rie at subeez

ps- big job tomorrow! can't wait...

how you are

"'It's just the whole way you're made. What you say - how you walk - the way you look right this minute -' He saw she had melted a little, and his hopes rose. 'Tomorrow is Sunday, and usually I work on Sunday, but if there's anything you're curious about in Hollywood, any person you want to meet or see, please let me arrange it.'

'You're very modest,' she said. 'You always talk about showing me the studio and taking me around. Don't you ever stay alone?'

'Tomorrow i'll feel very much alone.'

'Oh, the poor man - I could weep for him. He could have all the stars jumping around him and he chooses me.'

ph: sarar spring 2010

'I'm a weak woman,' she said. 'If I meet you tomorrow, will you leave me in peace? No, you won't. You'll make it worse. It wouldn't do any good but harm, so I'll say no and thank you.'"

-The Last Tycoon by: F. Scott Fitzgerald.



ps- does this sound familiar, byron?

pps- i'm super stoked for this week. i have some modeling gigs lined up, but will tell you afterwards for fear of speaking in vain.

nothing else

white on white.

nothing else.

with a few accents of gold from the belt,

jewelry and grey studded bag.

i like white.

espesh for summer.

"i wished you never looked at me that way."

"there's nothing else i can say."