Sweden

My friend Raquel and I are working on visiting Sweden this October. Simply trying to gather some Swedish inspiration. One more thing to cross off the ol' bucket list. I'd like to start attaching visuals to the things I'd like to do and the places I'd like to see. If I had a fancy printer, I'd go so far as to make a bucket list scrapbook. That'd be fancy.


http://lookbook.nu/user/35573-Fanny-M
http://juliaml.blogg.no/



http://lookbook.nu/user/45610-Lovisa-R


http://www.flickr.com/photos/karin_a/2981724994/in/set-72157613589963664/

http://audreyhepburncomplex.tumblr.com/post/506106551

Water for Elephants

My desktop has become too full. Allow me to share my favourite finds with you. <3

this hair is 100% foxy.

i don't remember the seller's name, but I found this via "teacup ring" on etsy.com and you can too!

anthro, of course. i'd kill for these.

Ira Glass. This American Life is now on instant netflix.

http://fallingandbruising.blogspot.com

sisters

http://thehymnforthecigarettes.blogspot.com/

Spring's Approaching Swiftly. Bless the Indian Summer to Come.

I am excited about: bare feet and cutoffs and grandma dresses and drinking tea from jars and freckles and swimming in the river and flower garlands and fireflies!

From top to bottom: Hair b&w, Horse and Field, Watermelon, Iced tea, Festival, Indian Summer, Euphoria.

La jetée

Love this Icelandic girl's fashion. The composition of her style is quite dream-like. I'm quite romanced by the ethereal backdrops. She synthesizes fashion (without taking matters too far) and culture quite fabulously. You can view her lookbook profile here. It's entirely safe to say that I have become quite fond of this lookbook website. I adore the fact that you can browse by country.

Lately

from top to bottom: Fanny and Alexander, photo via Weheartit.com, braid!, three stills from the German film The Edukators, gorgeous bedroom via apartment therapy, the most beautiful kitchen of your life via Weheartit.com, A foxy photograph of Albert Camus.

When exactly is one able to appropriately deem him or herself an artist? Is it the point at which one becomes acquainted with the channel through which one is able to steer society in order that his or her world may be visually interpreted? Is this art of which I make mention not an endeavor to scratch the surface of proclamation by means of circumnavigating language? I'd like to think that an artist resides in every breathing thing-some, more humble. Others, more proud, more productive, less collective, or less aware. In my opinion, art is about gifting those with whom we come in contact a pair of spectacles through which our world can be witnessed to-whether one portrays something cynical, optimistic, or pure is entirely up to the artist. Personality, taste, values, and beliefs all make an irrevocable mark on one's expression. This is the difference that stands between you and I. It is not always a matter of mere talent. My art is my culture, and I do not wish to refrain from making my culture vulnerable.