Label: Maiami (knitwear label from Berlin) via Fashion Gone Rogue
Model: Josephine Skriver
Photo: Markus Jans for TUSH
Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!
Earth of departed sunset—earth of the mountains misty-topt!
Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!
Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!
Far-swooping elbow’d earth—rich apple-blossom’d earth!
Smile, for your lover comes.
Walt Whitman (via fernsandmoss)
(via cosmic-dust)
Lone Wolf
Dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
How to Break Neko Case’s Heart: Sing “Star Witness” Like Angels
Let’s agree that most YouTube videos of cover songs by high-school students are meant to entertain a small circle of friends and earn derisive snorts much beyond the school grounds. Few are so pure in intention and strikingly beautiful in execution that they break the heart of the original artist.
http://www.nodepression.com/profiles/blogs/how-to-break-neko-case-s-heart-sing-star-witness-like-angels
Words
Axes After whose stroke the wood rings, And the echoes! Echoes traveling Off from the center like horses. The sap Wells like tears, like the Water striving To re-establish its mirror Over the rock That drops and turns, A white skull, Eaten by weedy greens. Years later I Encounter them on the road---- Words dry and riderless, The indefatigable hoof-taps. While From the bottom of the pool, fixed stars Govern a life.
—Sylvia Plath
Leonore Tawney
(via theuglyearring)
(via fuckoff-kindly)
The Truth Will Set You Free
You are the lamp, and you are the night.
This small upstairs window is yours
to look out from, this cot is
for your exhaustion alone; this single
drop of water’s going to cure your thirst forever!
And these four walls belong to the being
your pure light brought into the world,
oh prisoner—
oh bride.
Translated from the French of Rene Char by Franz Wright
Sweet Dorothy, I love you. I hope you feel peace where ever you are right now.
Ruth Asawa, studio San Francisco-1969
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