The world was so recent then that many things lacked names,
and in order to indicate them it was necessary to point - Marquez

Monday, August 23, 2010


A time comes when clothing becomes valuable, when a girl recognizes that to drape and drown in pretty things is to communicate another thing entirely...the ability to create an illusion. To become part of a story, of subtexts, nuances and meanings conjured up from obscure movie moments, well leafed passages in books, your mothers sandals and a lady you once glimpsed from afar.

Youth calls back from tarmac and tyre tracks, trees in summer and the smell of grass

I remember being very sunburnt, gold and about nine, I remember the brown of my knees folded up as I sat on a grassy lawn, with a friend who ate sweets out of a bag and occasionally muttered something my way. I recall it was summer and days stretched well past eight, and because of this we were allowed out, late...

Friday, August 20, 2010

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Sunday, August 1, 2010