It's all about layers, sheer, knit, down, earthy boots, knit over sheer, fur and big scarfs, norway jumpers, 60s shorts, suits and wildness...it's all about autumn.
Monday, June 29, 2009
all about autumn
once there was a white dressed girl...
Once there was a girl, she liked strong coffee, the smell of rain and wore white dresses, always. When she walked outside, wearing a short white dress, take-away coffee (double espresso) in her hands while it was pouring, a man stopped her;
The man was old and wise and he told her all the things of life.
Now she lives a happy and wise life somewhere it always pours and she listens Nouvelle Vague once a week.
by Jip
Sunday, June 28, 2009
the sky children
(This song is so much, it's everthing so i haven't found the right pictures for it...)
A million white flowers in a field in the sky
Seemed to spell out a greeting as the children flew by
A guard in a chariot of silver and gold
Gave the children all tickets, then the story he told
Of a time in the future that was sunshine and flowers
And the children grew sleepy in the sky’s white towers
They dreamed of the story that the guard had displayed
They saw all the wonders, tiny minds were amazed
They saw candy forests and dragons that breathed fire
On all that was evil in the misty mire
They came to the village where the turtles in caves
Made pies for the people and the lemonade
The people lived out by the sea and each day
The seagulls would wake them as they passed on their way
The people were kindly, they would sing to the sky
And each bright new morning, the sun shone from their eyes
The children passed over and all the people could see
As they dived from the sky to the treacle sea
They bathed on the white sand, minutes turned into hours
And the children all giggled and gave each other flowers
The King from his castle came down to the sea
And he spoke to the children so patiently
He gave them small presents and bid them farewell
And the children unwrapped them, tiny silver bells
Their tinkling floated across the island with ease
And it came back toward them on the perfume breeze
They smiled at the tinkling, they gazed at the sun
And they smiled at each other, pretty little ones
A beautiful white horse came down to the sea
And the children all climbed up as he knelt on one knee
They rode through the valleys and high over hills
And they laughed oh so loudly, their fear to kill
They came to a lakeside of deep velvet and green
And they all stared in wonder at its beauty serene
They climbed from the white horse, they watch as it goes
As they stood by the green lake for to kiss their toes
A boat in the distance was suddenly there
Waiting to take the children to anywhere
The porcupine captain said that he didn’t mind
In his coat of black needles, he looked very kind
His crew were six rabbits with fluffy white ears
And the children all stroked them and lost all their fears
They sailed through the sunshine, across the green lake
And they drank lemonade and they ate ice-cream cake
They landed in a dark cave as the boat disappeared
And they all stood in darkness, through the shadows they peered
But out of the blackness shone diamonds so bright
Their tiny white hands shielded eyes from the light
In a pool of quicksilver stood Neptune so wise
And pearls were his white teeth, bright diamonds his eyes
He spoke to the children in a voice of velvet
And he beckoned them to him, in a circle they sat
He told of sky island and of his magic cave
And magic pink seashells to the children he gave
They listened intently as the music came far
From the magic pink seashells and nobody talked
But Neptune had vanished when they lifted their eyes
So they walked from the cave as two kingfishers cried
In the bright shiny sunlight, they got down on one knee
They listened to the sea shells of the magical sea
But the day grew much darker, so they climbed on the breeze
And they floated to the village, and the people were pleased
To see them so happy with their tinkling bells
And the people all listened to the musical shells
But the children were so sad, the time had come to leave
So the people waved goodbye and begged them to believe
Of the wonders they had seen in the island of the sky
And the children said they would and away they did fly
Through the white clouds of no time till forever it seems
And the children stayed children and they lived in their dreams
- Kaleidoscope
Seemed to spell out a greeting as the children flew by
A guard in a chariot of silver and gold
Gave the children all tickets, then the story he told
Of a time in the future that was sunshine and flowers
And the children grew sleepy in the sky’s white towers
They dreamed of the story that the guard had displayed
They saw all the wonders, tiny minds were amazed
They saw candy forests and dragons that breathed fire
On all that was evil in the misty mire
They came to the village where the turtles in caves
Made pies for the people and the lemonade
The people lived out by the sea and each day
The seagulls would wake them as they passed on their way
The people were kindly, they would sing to the sky
And each bright new morning, the sun shone from their eyes
The children passed over and all the people could see
As they dived from the sky to the treacle sea
They bathed on the white sand, minutes turned into hours
And the children all giggled and gave each other flowers
The King from his castle came down to the sea
And he spoke to the children so patiently
He gave them small presents and bid them farewell
And the children unwrapped them, tiny silver bells
Their tinkling floated across the island with ease
And it came back toward them on the perfume breeze
They smiled at the tinkling, they gazed at the sun
And they smiled at each other, pretty little ones
A beautiful white horse came down to the sea
And the children all climbed up as he knelt on one knee
They rode through the valleys and high over hills
And they laughed oh so loudly, their fear to kill
They came to a lakeside of deep velvet and green
And they all stared in wonder at its beauty serene
They climbed from the white horse, they watch as it goes
As they stood by the green lake for to kiss their toes
A boat in the distance was suddenly there
Waiting to take the children to anywhere
The porcupine captain said that he didn’t mind
In his coat of black needles, he looked very kind
His crew were six rabbits with fluffy white ears
And the children all stroked them and lost all their fears
They sailed through the sunshine, across the green lake
And they drank lemonade and they ate ice-cream cake
They landed in a dark cave as the boat disappeared
And they all stood in darkness, through the shadows they peered
But out of the blackness shone diamonds so bright
Their tiny white hands shielded eyes from the light
In a pool of quicksilver stood Neptune so wise
And pearls were his white teeth, bright diamonds his eyes
He spoke to the children in a voice of velvet
And he beckoned them to him, in a circle they sat
He told of sky island and of his magic cave
And magic pink seashells to the children he gave
They listened intently as the music came far
From the magic pink seashells and nobody talked
But Neptune had vanished when they lifted their eyes
So they walked from the cave as two kingfishers cried
In the bright shiny sunlight, they got down on one knee
They listened to the sea shells of the magical sea
But the day grew much darker, so they climbed on the breeze
And they floated to the village, and the people were pleased
To see them so happy with their tinkling bells
And the people all listened to the musical shells
But the children were so sad, the time had come to leave
So the people waved goodbye and begged them to believe
Of the wonders they had seen in the island of the sky
And the children said they would and away they did fly
Through the white clouds of no time till forever it seems
And the children stayed children and they lived in their dreams
- Kaleidoscope
Listen to the spoken magic...
Saturday, June 27, 2009
speech ballons in the wood. call into question. the trivial things of life.
Flowers aren't banal.
Forest aren't banal.
Cardigans aren't banal.
Or are they?
Friday, June 26, 2009
woodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwood
woodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwoodwood
By permanent repetition you can fall asleep...
by me.
///
two pieces of art=a part of art.
two pieces of art=a part of art.
intellectual highlight
''Anonymous said...
you are ugly
boys think im pretty''
I'm amused.
Wow! Now I'm really impressed by you.
Darling, a young, strong and clever woman doesn't need to give a fuck about the view of any boy. That's really seely.
you are ugly
boys think im pretty''
I'm amused.
Wow! Now I'm really impressed by you.
Darling, a young, strong and clever woman doesn't need to give a fuck about the view of any boy. That's really seely.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
lumberjack meets equestrienne meets existentialist meets plaid dandy meets art student meets a strange stranger...
H&M again.
Any favourites?
Anything ugly?
make art not war
Tomorrow: Big art project. No plans (only the plan to do art).
It's like speaking even though you know that you can't but you know it's totally beside the point. Just do it, don't give a fuck of all those others, the grey army. Make art not war. I'm tired and that's a little cutout of my random thoughts...
It's like speaking even though you know that you can't but you know it's totally beside the point. Just do it, don't give a fuck of all those others, the grey army. Make art not war. I'm tired and that's a little cutout of my random thoughts...
Summer Hours Start June 29th
The Vera Bracken and Brooks Campus Libraries will be moving to their respective Summer hours on Monday, June 29th. These hours will persist until August 31st.
VERA BRACKEN LIBRARY HOURS will now be:
VERA BRACKEN LIBRARY HOURS will now be:
- Monday - Friday: 8:00 a.m. - 5:00 p.m.
- Saturday - Sunday: Closed
- 1 July 2009 - Closed [Canada Day]
- 3 August 2009 - Closed [Civic Holiday]
- 19 August 2009 - Closed [College Day]
- Monday, Thursday: 9:00 a.m. - 12:00 p.m.
- Tuesday - Wednesday, Friday - Sunday: Closed
- 3 August 2009 - Closed [Civic Holiday]
- The Brooks Campus Library is not affected by Canada and College Days.
is it odd or bizarre? is it a big fat cat? is it irony? he knows it...
...'Cause this guy got talent.
Will ''Mr. Fancy Pants'' Bryant...
Hey, it's cause of you,
The world is in a crazy, hazy hue.
Will ''Mr. Fancy Pants'' Bryant...
Hey, it's cause of you,
The world is in a crazy, hazy hue.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Canada Day Closure - 1 July 2009
The Vera Bracken Library will be closed on Wednesday, July 1st for the Canada Day holiday. With the exception of that day, the library will operate according to regular hours on the preceding and following days. The Brooks Campus Library is not affected by the Canada Day holiday.If you want more information on events that are happening across Canada, click here. For a schedule of events in Medicine Hat, click here.
For more information on the libraries' hours, click here.
her tummy tingles, tingles differently than it used to do. it feels like fall in springe and it is the fairiest what she ever felt.
her tummy tingles, tingles differently than it used to do. it feels like fall in springe and it is the fairiest what she ever felt.
1. Girl near the sea.
2. Yohji Yamamoto fw 06
3. Lumberjack shirt and jeans shorts by me.
4. Deer and Kitty.
5. "Cryistal lost in space" by me.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
bella belle /// your tongue is sharp but I miss the taste of it. you said time heals. there's not enough of it...
nat the bat
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Belle Kingston
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Belle Kingston
Monday, June 22, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
reeds swayed by the wind
Im Schilf das weiße, eisige Zischen,
Im Wasser die schwarzen Wolkenflecken,
In meinem Hirn nisten hadernde Eulen,
Mein Blut will sich zitternd verstecken.
Max Dauthendey . 1867 - 1918
Friday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
hey, can't stop my feet. ebony and ivory and dancing in the street.
I totally enjoy this song. Definitive one of the best high spirit songs.
she is feeling better every day. closer by herself, colser by the sky, closer by her dream, closer than she ever thought.
Today is the perfect mood day.
I feel so good, so effortless, so summery.
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009
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