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.

After dreaming about going to Bruxie for weeks and only being able to look at photographs and imagining what I'd order when I do get there, I finally went this weekend!

It was good.

I know it's a typographic rule never to underline, bold, and italicize all at the same time–according to Ellen Lupton, but Bruxie was that good.

Lines galore–this video is great. Couldn't help but think of Flavio Samelo's work.

Ahh, nothing better soothes the soul than a photo of a creepy blonde–jk, this white room does!

via various blogs

These two photos are different in many ways, and I like them both equally. I often wonder how we can be so attracted to things polar opposite from each other, but we just are. 

What is it that catches someone's attention? What is it that draws each of us to things we're drawn to? 

I know it's a matter of taste, but where does that taste value originate? How do we grow to like the things we like? I know it has to do with a part of our childhood and exposure to different things at different moments of our lives, but it's just interesting how we all eventually form an interest to things and why we like the things we like–or don't like.

For example, I hated sour cream when I was little. Now, I love it. Same with mustard.

I loved bugs of all kinds–created mini houses for them, rolled slugs in between my fingers because their bodies were so irresistibly soft and squishy, and even put june bugs in my lunch pail to take home only to find out they died from heat and lack of air–now, I can not stand them. 

Bella

Recently watched this independent film directed by Alejandro Gomez Monteverde in 2006 and thoroughly enjoyed it. Watch it!

I'm currently reading The Zahir by Paulo Coelho and love it thus far. 

Do friends say certain things to make you feel bad or dwindle your potential out of a jaundiced eye?
Am I a bad friend for even thinking this?

Or do they do that because they don't want to be happy for you (bad friend) or accept that maybe you are being recognized for the work you've done?
Really makes you sad and look at a person differently just by the response they'll give.

I stay up late and wake up late.

leigh lezark_model and dj

She's so cool looking...

lovely music, lovely video

these three pictures make me happy
via various blogs

The past few days I've been telling myself to be happy. Everything is better when you're happy, especially with yourself. 

Sometimes I forget that simple ideology, and worry excessively over things I don't need to. I need to be more simple but productive.

Summer has come, and I do not want to waste it. Whether I get an internship or not, I'm going to make sure I set goals such 

as personal work, visiting museums, planning out my senior thesis, and of course eating at places I've always wanted to try. 

No matter what, I want to feed as much information to my brain as I possibly can. I will not allow myself to waste this summer. 

Although some days I will sit in the sun and do nothing–I don't consider that a waste–just getting my vitamin D and 

ridding my mind, body, and soul of bad, pent–up stress.

I bought a zine called Not Many Kingdoms Left by Jeff Luker and I love it. I will post my favorite spreads soon. It was also shipped from Berlin, Germany, so I saved the envelope it came in; it's the closest thing I'll ever get to and from Germany for now.

separator by radiohead

King of Limbs is all I've been listening to these weeks

my ideal

i know places by lykke li