philter \FIL-tur\, noun: Some things you can feel coming. You don't fall in love because you fall in love; you fall in love because of the need, desperate, to fall in love. When you feel that need, you have to watch your step; like having drunk a philter, the kind that makes you fall in love with the first thing you meet. It could be a duck-billed platypus. -- Umberto Eco.
Friday, 27 August 2010
Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
Summer is where the girls go barefoot and their hearts are just as free as their toes... Summer 2010
Wednesday, 25 August 2010
Monday, 16 August 2010
♫ weather wise, It's such a coo coo day ♪
Its a perfect summer day today, i've been dancing around to Frank Sinatra songs allllllll day and singing along (on my own in my pyjama's) I'm feeling all nostalgic and slightly lovey....
Pack Up Your Troubles and Smile, Smile, Smile
Camper love, how i long for a splitty.
*sigh... How i long for a bit of campervan love. It is my mission in life to own a duck egg and cream Volkswagen splitty and have my own wendy house on wheels. How i'd love to travel the coast, footloose and free for the whole 6 weeks of my summer break. She could be sister's with Lulu, my VW Harvest Moon Cabriolet Beetle.
Happy Birthday Camilla!
Thursday, 12 August 2010
Scenequeen : Audrey Kitching.
The wonderful wizard of oz...
Now you may all have seen that your Google bar might have changed today, and if you were observant you might have caught dorothy and her chums skipping up the yellow brink road to the Emerald city. Google is celebrating 71 years of The Wizard of Oz, the musical classic. So here are a few magical pictures that i wanted to celebrate with you...
Alfred Lord Tenneyson's. The Lady of Shalott
The Lady of Shalott ballad... it has always been something my heart finds its way to most years of my life, normally when im feeling a tad sorry for myself *sigh* (like tonight) I think we all feel like this a little sometimes... Locked in our mundane lives, forced to do what we must, longing for forbidden fruit, and well, as for lancelot, will he ever come? and if he does, he's normally too flippin late!...
p.s. I wish someone would do some amazing lady of shalott shoot, my heart bleeds for someone to make such images from something so beautiful.
p.p.s. follow this link {here} to hear Loreena McKennitt sing the poem. mysteriously magical. (she only sings some verses)
Summary: The Lady of Shalott is a magical being who lives alone on an island upstream from King Arthur's Camelot. Her business is to look at the world outside her castle window in a mirror, and to weave what she sees into a tapestry. She is forbidden by the magic to look at the outside world directly. The farmers who live near her island hear her singing and know who she is, but never see her.
The Lady sees ordinary people, loving couples, and knights in pairs reflected in her mirror. One day, she sees the reflection of Sir Lancelot riding alone. Although she knows that it is forbidden, she looks out the window at him. The mirror shatters, the tapestry flies off on the wind, and the Lady feels the power of her curse.
An autumn storm suddenly arises. The lady leaves her castle, finds a boat, writes her name on it, gets into the boat, sets it adrift, and sings her death song as she drifts down the river to Camelot. The locals find the boat and the body, realize who she is, and are saddened. Lancelot prays that God will have mercy on her soul.
The magical poem is just a click away... {here}
(too long to fit on the old blog)
Tuesday, 10 August 2010
The Sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.
I went to my local coast line today, rainy old morecambe bog, i mean bay. maybe not an ideal coastline of your dreams but still... i find some aspects of the bay quite quaint and retro. Morecambe houses the wonderful art deco midland hotel, if you ever get chance to visit here (maybe once in your lifetime) stay at the midland, you'll be presently surprised with how wonderful and magical it is inside and out.
Monday, 9 August 2010
Summer of Love
I found this shoot via ruffled blog linked from the working class magazine. I love how summery and vintagey it is. clap clap.
Monday, 2 August 2010
Sunday, 1 August 2010
Lets play pretend...
I love Lissy Elles shoots, magical and childlike, it takes me back to my youth when all i did was make den's with my bedding and mum's clothes maid, make up stories and dress like a princess, ahhhh... how i miss those days.