mr. keats

bright star was beautiful. i was so taken by the story and the cinematography. it told such a stunning story through the beauty of location.
immediately after i got back from the theater i began to obsessively research keats and fanny's love affair. the letters that survive speak to their devotion. passion translates centuries, as they still took my absolute breath away.

"I could be martyr'd for my Religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that - I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet ... My Love is selfish - I cannot breathe without you."

michelle

i'm an addict. a michelle addict. she is the absolute coolest. she is running across the lawn of the white house barefoot. she is double-dutching. she is my hero. get it girl.
a recent op/ed piece in the nytimes called "the magic of michelle" capitalized on the phenomenon that is the coolness of mrs. o. read it, understand that i am not alone in my obsession.
regardless of your politics, it would be impossible to think that she was the definition of chic. right?

londonlondon

i'm alive, promise.

i've just blogging about my london adventures here.

check it outtttt. it's not that i haven't felt inspired, believe ME, inspiration overload is more like it. just finding the management of two blogs, adapting to a new locale, the contemporary art world, and a lack of sleep is a lot to manage. don't worry though, i think you'll find i'm passing with flying colors.

keep checking back. xoxox

who are you

"most people are other people. their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation." oscar wilde

realfishy

this poor brit looks like he's had a very long day. guess this is something i have to look forward to. sardine tube rides. is it strange that i'm so excited about this aspect of city living?
i can't wait to be a crabby londener, stuck on the tube, muttering while i read my copy of the times. only 4 more days!

then again

but, photos like this make it a little sweeter.

one week.

i spent all of last night packing. this is getting very very real. i can't wait and i'm so very very excited, but i'm surprisingly sad about leaving the people i love. i've never been away from them for such a long time. this is looking to be a very bittersweet adventure.