Some images that have been sitting on my desktop.

love lost keljet remix by the temper trap

Wow—school begins and it's like I have zero time for anything else. 

It's been exactly one week of winter break, and I feel like somethings wrong because I'm not 

doing homework. This is a strange feeling. Even though I came out of first semester 

with one or two works that I'm happy with, a good senior review, and surprisingly good grades, I feel

 just okay. Actually I don't know what to feel about school, because I'm too excited to move in 

to my new studio. No more commuting! Yes! Sleeping in past 12pm is also really nice. 

Except today I woke up at 4pm—that's not okay.

I guess all this extra time means more updates on my blog even though I'm pretty sure 

no one reads this—that's okay, this blog is for me anyways.

via stockholmstreetstyle

These three are perfection to me.

timing is everything by garrett hedlund

I never thought I would like country music, but this song, I really like. Amazing how he had to learn how to sing for the movie.

I've been thinking a lot the past couple of weeks. This has been lingering on in my mind for quite some time now–I've just been brushing it off 

because I don't want to face it. Now that I'm in my last year of college, it's all I can think about. I'm really enjoying all the things I'm learning about 

graphic design, I really am. I'm just not sure if it's what I want for the rest of my life. 

I also tell myself I'm only 21. I am practically a baby if I compare it to the life ahead of me. My first choice (major) does not have to be my last. 

I know and hear more than half the people in this world did not settle on their first choice. My ideal life plan was to go to college 

right after high school, graduate from college and get a job in my degree, and live happily ever after. But I'm slowly starting to think there's 

gonna be a long pit stop along the way. You know, to see if I'll enjoy doing something else for the rest of my life. 

Oh and dropping everything and running away to Europe for a year or two would be a dream! that I might just have to do.

These are just my thoughts for now. Maybe they'll change a couple of months from now. I just hope I get some kind of amazing epiphany,

because I really need it.

Sighhhhhhh I feel so much better that I've yakkety yakked.

Born Into Brothels

I recently watched a documentary called Born Into Brothels about children of prostitutes who live in the red light district of Sonagchi, Kolkata. 

A documentary photographer, Briski, befriends the children, giving each of them a camera. The children learn to take photographs, viewers watch what a 

normal day in the red light district is like, and Briski continues to help the children by trying to place them into schools. 

This is a good documentary. I loved it when each child talked about their life and thoughts on various topics. 

They all seem so bright and mature for their age. And even though they just began to learn photography, I was surprised to see how 

nice their photographs were. They'd capture moments in time that I feel many people overlook.
Watch it and you'll know what I mean.

via garancedore

Anja Rubik

Love everything about this look–the denim shorts that are not too short, a simple black shirt, 

the embellished jacket, and the view.

I found this on a random tumblr I don't remember who's.

While reading this, it reminded me of these summer days when I would lay out in the sunlight in my backyard with a straw 

hat over my face and stare directly into the sun through the holes of the weaves and notice how I could focus and blur what I was looking at. 

I'd squint and change my focus as if I was using the macro setting on a camera. It was interesting. I'd also do this with my sunglasses 

on and focus and blur again but this time I'd be able to see my eyelashes in such detail it was weird. I also felt mad for being so

 fascinated, but reading what this person wrote makes me feel like I'm not alone.

yesterday was a lie by telepopmusik

I want to run through that puff of neon with a gas mask on!

dream shoes

icarus by white hinterland

I never thought I would say this, but I like anchovies now–on my pizza!

photo is by Jeff Luker

via sartorialist, zara

I love these pants, but a part of me is scared to wear them because I've often heard they look like grandma pants. 

 If these are grandma pants then grandma pants is what I like. 

I just need to find ones that fit nice on me which means ones that do not make my butt look wonky.

everlasting light by the black keys

The folded pages remind me of the Eiffel Tower, but warped.
Which also reminds me of this time I ate meat and discovered this bone.

Pamukkale, Turkey

hang on little tomato by pink martini

Marion Cotillard

Loved her in La Vie En Rose and Midnight In Paris.

via lifeofboheme

I want to learn French.

p.s. –

Don't you wish you were sitting in that box? 

Oh the thoughts that'd be running through my mind (not suicidal)!

I haven't seen a good movie in a while until tonight. 

Midnight in Paris was so good in so many ways. The cast, story, dialogue, costume design, and setting was perfect. 

I love it when I see a good movie–one that I get excited about the day it'll be out on dvd, which is rare! 

Thanks Woody Allen for making a film that made my night.

And Sonia Grande for the costume design–the outfits were beautiful.

And Adrien Brody made the film that much more great. 

DALI!

         I am so happy to have my sister back, although I'm sure she'd rather be spending a couple more 

         days in Europe–I missed her so much! These are some sweet trinkets she brought back. These 

         Bueno chocolate, waffle-like candy bars are so good–never had anything like it.

  
         So I've been thinking...

         Is it weird that I have these mind battles that serve no purpose besides making myself think 

         and question a lot of the stuff around me that I know I should feel certain of? One thought will

         shoot a question, then the other fires back with a scenario, and on and on it goes. Then suddenly 

         I throw a grenade at all those thoughts to bring some peace of mind and whip out a magazine
         because I feel like it'll get my mind off the serious stuff and on to some fun stuff–which won't last    
         very long. Five minutes later I'm sitting on my chair, subconsciously staring at whatever is in front
         of me, drinking my soy latte with absolutely no thought besides–wow this soy latte is good.
         Then random stories pop into my head. Ones that I like, which is probably why they find a way to
         loom back in to my mind when least expected.

Like this one:

        My dad went to the grocery store (alone) to buy something. Let's just say it was tape even though 

        it probably wasn't–I just need an object to name because I don't remember what it is that he bought. 

        He walks to the express line. He's next in line and steps forward to purchase his tape, but sees the 

        cashier walk away from the register without a single word. My dad is a patient man so he waits,

        with not a single clue where she went, but assumes she had good reason to briefly leave. There's 

        about six people behind my dad. Everyone waits. The lady comes back with a folder and begins  

        flipping through it, murmuring to herself. My dad sees that its a coupon book. She finds the coupon 

        she was looking for, takes it out of the sleeve, and cuts it. This is all happening while six different 

        customers are in line. She still doesn't say a single word to my dad. She then proceeds to scan the 

        coupon. The coupon she scans doesn't seem to change the price of the tape. 

        Now, what was happening was that my dad's tape was on sale, and the cashier remembered there 

        was a coupon for that tape. So she went to get the coupon for my dad in the hopes that he could 

        save an extra $2.00, even though the sale price had already been accounted for when she scanned 

        the item. The fact that she took the time to grab the folder, skim through it, and cut the coupon out 

        just so a customer can save $2.00 more while there're waiting customers was beyond sweet. My 

        dad was extremely taken back by what had happened. Most people could care less but she cared. 

        Genuine people like her make me smile. I would have liked to know what her name was, but 

        unfortunately my dad didn't read her name tag because he was probably still processing what 

        just happened. He sincerely said "thank you" and walked away.

        I know this may not have struck a chord with you as it did with me, but little gestures like that make

        up for a large percentage of the bad in this world I see, hear, and read. To know there are good  

        people is priceless.

DO GOOD, FEEL GOOD.

I like the word quaint.

Been setting my pandora radio under Billie Holiday non–stop. 

I turn the volume low just to make me feel like it's playing on a record player in some far off distance, maybe another room, while I do what I do.

organic shapes

First photo is by Jula Mint. I love her eye for capturing quite yet responsive but ulterior moments.

If I could, I would be there.

nocturne op.9 no.2 by chopin

Sipping on a home made soy latte while listening to King of Limbs and browsing blogs–my kind of night.

Not Many Kingdoms Left by Jeff Luker

These are my favorite spreads.