Falling behind in what could be

Higher Love. James Vincent McMorrow. Sunny today. Made pancakes (american kind). Ate them with almonds, honey, banana slices and cinnamon. I've already had two cups of masala chai today, also drank coffee. Drew today for the first time in a long time. Used charcoal and some red. Suddenly feeling more inspired to blog, write and post pictures, but I have to send my mac to some kind of service center first. All the photographs I want to use are there. Everything is there.

I want all that is not mine

Friday morning. Early. Woke up at 7.30am, even though I'm not going to my morning classes today. Coffee with steamed milk and endless moments reading the newspaper (the culture pages) and the zines that come with papers only on friday. Looking through blogs and exploring instagram (a new world of photographs, beauty and fun opened up when I made my account open and began actually using the app), making breakfast smoothie and staring into the grey sky and how the wind is touching the trees outside. Listening to Daughter's new song Smother. Sometimes I live for these mornings and for these songs.

You're so baby

Ok, so I tried to find the recorded version of this song, but without luck, so this live version will have to do. Ariel Pink's has made an amazing cover version of the Donnie and Joe Emerson song Baby. It's the kind of song I want to blast on high volume while making dinner, spatula in hand, swirling around, dancing, moving. 

 Oh, and just a side note. Just started my studies about a month ago, and it's taking up a lot of my time. In many ways I'm feeling more inspired, but in many ways I feel like I'm all emptied out. Just not feeling the inspiration I need to use real time on this little blog. But I'll get there again. Meanwhile, I still post a lot on my tumblr.

Back

Ah. This is the kind of dress I can imagine wearing to some dark lit restaurant, my brown locks curled and done 40s style (flowing over my shoulders and back), burgundy red lips (just the same as tint as the wine that'll be consumed that evening), nicely made up eyes (a cross between smokey and a modern cat eye flick) and a subtle, knowing smile directed at the handsome man across the table from me. Ah, again. The back of that dress is amazing.

All mine

My friend played this old Portishead song one thursday afternoon, and it's just so good.

Made in

I can't believe I just stumbled upon American Apparel's tumblr. It's a dreamy place for lovers of their clothes, such as I. I die over their lawn tanks, their denim, their headwear, their sheer jersey muscle tees and their high-waist denim shorts - I die over all their items.

If these items could make their way into my closet:

1. Dark Wash High Waist Cuff Short

2. Baby Rib Crop T

3. Sweater Knit Pencil Skirt

4. Poplin Mid-Length Tie-Up Blouse

5. Stretch Bull High-Waist Cuff Short

6. Interlock Running Short

What I'll do

I saw this series of photos by René Groebli here, and I absolutely love them. Oh, the white shirt, the stockings, the little night slip, the sleeping back, the haircut, the whole setting and feeling. I felt like these photographs would go great with King Cole Trio's What I'll Do. I was right!