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17.5.12
“... i naturally protested.
i say ‘naturally’ because to protest is so much my nature that it sometimes takes place before i am even aware of it.”
elsa schiaparelli
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16.5.12
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♥
come out tonight in the puddle, splash some love across the sky
just you and i bursting bubbles as the sky is about to cry
when the rain falls there's magic in our lives
when the rain falls we're happy deep inside
when the rain falls it cleans away the corners of our minds
14.5.12
creative recycling
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beautiful shade canopy made of recycled bottles
partially filled with colored water by
designer garth britzman.

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angus and julia stone - for you (down the way, 2010)
if I talk real slowly, if i try real hard
to make my point dear, that you have my heart
here I go, I'll tell you what you already know
here I go, I'll tell you what you already know
if you love me with all of your heart
if you love me i'll make you a star in my universe
you'll never have to go to work
you'll spend every day shining your light my way
to make my point dear, that you have my heart
here I go, I'll tell you what you already know
here I go, I'll tell you what you already know
if you love me with all of your heart
if you love me i'll make you a star in my universe
you'll never have to go to work
you'll spend every day shining your light my way
1.4.12
vogue illustrated
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november 1919 |
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october 1928 |
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february 1933 |
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october 1935 |
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september 1945 |
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17.3.12
"it's an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion
of those who have lost it. but the young know they are wretched, for
they are full of the truthless ideals which have been instilled into
them, and each time they come in contact with the real they are bruised
and wounded."
w. somerset maugham, of human bondage (1915)13.3.12
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