today i'm listening to: air- playground love
from the fabulous virgin suicides...
an all-time favorite sofia coppola flick.
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loving holten rower's pour series:
"spring-time in florida is not a matter of peeping violets or bursting buds merely. it is a riot of color in nature—glistening green leaves, pink, blue, purple, yellow blossoms that fairly stagger the visitor from the north. the miles of hyacinths lie like an undulating carpet on the surface of the river and divide reluctantly when the slow-moving alligators push their way log-like across. the nights are white nights for the moon shines with dazzling splendor, or in the absence of that goddess, the soft darkness creeps down laden with innumerable scents. the heavy fragrance of magnolias mingled with the delicate sweetness of jasmine and wild roses..."
-zora neale hurston
"we danced too wild, and we sang too long,
and we hugged too hard, and we kissed too sweet,
and howled just as loud as we wanted to howl,
because by now we were all old enough to know
that what looks like crazy on an ordinary day looks
a lot like love if you catch in the moonlight."
-pearl cleage
GUCCI F RTW 2011 (die)
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| if i go missing, you'll probably be able to find me here. |
xoxo. -tory
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