I Dream Of Hello

I think there for I am: See no evil...

2011-04-02T06:46:00.000-07:00

Hear No evil
Speak no Evil.

we are still in an

:Empire State of Mind:

Thumbs up to the State.

"Peace and Love state of Mind."

I Love New York

I am driven

2011-04-02T06:38:00.001-07:00

I still have my green card. (UK provisional license) I dont drive, I say.I fly I say.

I am driven.

A passenger. The journey is fun, look out your rear view mirror. Wind the window down, hold your hand out, let the wind lift it and bounce it as the car bounces along... like dots, On a high way. We are moving at the speed of lights. i see lights.

This time I am in Chicago. Jason is driving.

Another time it was in the back seat of a Paris Taxi. The best club i went to in Paris.

Pump up the decibles, the drunken girls said, back in a taxi in Birmingham. Taking us to barracuda. For Sambucca shots.

I fully intend to get my pink card at some point. Like i fully intend to actually go up the eiffel tower and the Empire state building next time I visit these city's.

In my eyes there is always a next time, save a little.

Save room.

so here goes. No words. Just look

2011-04-02T06:37:00.001-07:00

AN INVITATION BEHIND THE SCENES...

2011-04-02T06:33:00.000-07:00

I am usually a very private person. I share my thoughts, dreams and photographs. selectivley. A year has nearly passed. I have a lot I did not blog yet. Because there are not enough hours to do all i want to do.

But time can slow down. Time does wait, once you get focussed. A minute becomes an hour... I would like to share the stories, the minutes, and the hours behind my paintings. I want you to see how I see.

"walk a day in my shoes" The world through rose tinted glasses..

I see Dollars continued

2011-04-02T05:59:00.000-07:00

I said Good bye 10 hello 11.

goodbye 10 hello 11.

and so the naughty little black dress, had her time.

Stunning Sights by Helenka Bednar. Words by Helenka Bednar MSN TRAVEL

2011-04-02T05:34:00.000-07:00

MSN TRAVEL

Our planet is home to a fair few stunning sights, but sometimes the prospect of having to elbow all those other tourists out of the way is plain exhausting. Those squeezing past busy commuters on Hong Kong's packed streets would certainly agree, but as of this week there's a much more sanguine option - it has become home to the world's highest hotel. Bringing sweeping views of the city and harbour to your window, it's just one of many hotels offering our kind of lazy sightseeing - others include Uluru, the Venetian lagoon and the Acropolis.

It's possibly the best kind of room service (free, with no annoying disturbances), so check in for 19 of the most magnificent views served up by hotels around the world.

Written by Helenka Bednar, a freelance journalist.
Helenka Bednar, contributor, MSN Travel, Updated: 31/03/2011 15:20
See article for full colour photographs.

http://travel.uk.msn.com/inspiration/romantic/photos.aspx?cp-documentid=155783949

unspoilt snow

2011-04-02T05:27:00.000-07:00

No wee
no pollution
No foot prints

Just fallen
even
Covered
Beautiful

To tread where snow has fallen
and is falling
Covering traces of foot steps once been

Locked out on the roof...
In the cold
Shut out
its beautiful
i wont care if you dont let me back in.
I am happy

i like it out here in the dark

2011-04-02T05:24:00.000-07:00

1984

2011-04-02T05:12:00.000-07:00

I was away for Laura's birthday. Her birthday present is still at home with her christmas present.

1984. we were about to enter my twenty seventh year..

I have spent only my twenty second and twenty third Birthday in England, since my twenty first..

I am a Spring baby, I decided this year is the year it will change. Its good bye new York coming of age, Hello England.

A year went by fast, it doesnt seem like yesturday I wrote back on Macon. I didnt blog for almost a year.

What is personal, Tradgedy, I topic i wish to explore further.. :)

My cat got a new home

2011-04-02T05:06:00.000-07:00

we took the cat for a walk down Broadway lafyette.

Is that Beatrice?
and the keys were placed down on the counter, the elevator was full. My belongings in box's and bags. And the cat was coming with us.

that photograph just reminded me.

"do not put the Gucci on the floor".Alla

New Ice City

2011-04-02T05:03:00.000-07:00

Snow Storm.2010

and it snowed and it snowed and the snow came down.
I decided to book a trip to Old York City. Perhaps it was my goodbye. To the City Once New.

The cold months continued

2011-04-02T05:00:00.000-07:00

Seclusion on ice

Winter has gone Spring is here...

2011-04-02T04:57:00.000-07:00

The cold months.Looking forward.

Love is Brown. Snow. Berkshires Dec 2010. The lead up to christmas.

Right Love. By a wise man..

2010-05-14T04:06:00.001-07:00

Right Love/Wrong Marriage
By Arhata Osho

May 5, 2010
Marriage and love are like a mirage in the desert for all but a few. Men and women don’t know how to love even though they are quick to defend it as not true. Doesn’t take a genius to observe that, if one is insightful. Many say they are married to their best friend but in fact they have no other competitors. People who part, rarely stay as anything resembling ‘best friends’.

The mirage of love or marriage is fueled by ‘biological and emotional’ infatuations which disappear into a memory to be replaced by a co-dependent partnership that has some foggy semblance of love when biology clicks in. Society’s strong, but weakening, voice of ‘marriage for life’ is rapidly becoming extinct. Longevity has nothing to do with a happy marriage, but likely illustrates 2 people who are too dependent on a way of life that is too painful to change. Avoidance of pain is a major reason for marriages staying together.

Love is not an institution, nor should marriage be nothing but. The old ‘love and marriage is like a horse and carriage’ where most horses are donkey’s, and who uses a cart anymore? Learning to love over time begins with the self first and not a ‘fixer upper’ marriage based on manipulation, domination and control. Love and real marriage is not an illusion but to those who begin taking it for granted with limited communication to draw closer to each other. People are a mystery that, when given healthy, deep getting to know more about each other, is as close to a ‘nirvana’ as one can get.

Deepening love eliminates any mirage leaving an imprint of love that follows one throughout life regardless of whether two remain together. Love takes but a moment and those moments multiply to fill one with a depth of self love that is forever enduring in a state of bliss. The one we love translates into a love for everyone especially those who are able to deeply love. Unconscious love and marriage is but a ‘mirage’. Conscious love and marriage is a supernatural state always growing.
Arhata

If you want to read more of his words. You can find him at his blog: ArhataOsho.com
I first came across Arhata on the Venice Boardwalk, I was 21.

New York Dog's

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Purple, New York

2010-04-24T22:07:00.000-07:00

Pink. New York

2010-04-24T22:04:00.000-07:00

Death of the art wall...

2010-04-24T21:34:00.000-07:00

Children have the best imaginations. It took us a night to paint.

The entire apt has now been painted white

Sometimes there are cool things on the floor...

2010-04-24T20:58:00.000-07:00

Crossing the street, coming back from my favourite used Furniture store.(Bob's shop)I looked down and saw this cracked tile. It said wish. I made a wish and picked it up and put it in my coat pocket. It lives in my mom's kitchen now. and when I see it, I'm reminding of walking round New York.

ballons and balls, New York

2010-04-24T20:50:00.000-07:00

Current Obssession

2010-04-24T20:34:00.000-07:00

Aplliques. Sailors. Tatoo. Old school. Thrift stores. Garment District. Gold buttons. Quarters

After my spreee, in the Crosby street, Housing works. On $1 Blazers.... I am very excited to customize them. Buttons have been removed... and I bought a bunch of patches in the Garment district.. Let the playing commence!

Become Your dream

2010-04-24T19:48:00.000-07:00

I love the hidden little messages you see on the street.

What other people write

2010-04-24T19:41:00.000-07:00

Lower east side, Manhattan

Sister Act

2010-04-24T19:40:00.000-07:00

It's that time of year again

2010-04-24T19:17:00.000-07:00

When the sky is blue, blue. The grass is green, green. And all I want to do is be outside. In a little secret garden somewhere.

Found Words

2010-04-24T14:52:00.000-07:00

I found this on the floor at the 34th St, Hearald Square, Subway station. I could see a piece of crumpled white paper, with writing on it. My curiosity got the better of me, I had to know what the paper said. I was glad I picked it up.

We met Ola Lola

2010-04-24T01:41:00.000-07:00

Sitting on her throne in Lower East Side.
www.olalola.com

Meet Laura

2010-04-24T01:37:00.000-07:00

I think sister's are so important. I have two.I love them both so much. I'm grateful that I wasn't an only child. I love sisters.

Back on Macon

2010-04-20T10:34:00.000-07:00

My family so kindly came to visit me in New York, over Spring break.

April 8th, was my brothers 16th birthday and later in the month my 26th. (I was told it's my golden Birhtday, as I turn 26 on the 26th.)

My parents do not travel often, my mom was never a huge sun fan, preferring to holiday in England! English summers as a kid were great. A little bit of Lands End. Cornish Pasties. Buckets and spades. Weymouth, Devon, Breen. If there is a beach in England, we have holiday'd there. All packed into the car. I did love those childhood holiday's. We have many a hilarious photo of me, with a whinge face on as some entertainer tries to encourage me to sing, dance or do some other kind of thing other children were more than happy to do.

So my mom booked a ten day jaunt to New York. After I talked them into it, instead of Egypt. Two weeks later they are still here. She said she loved New York, whilst it was a holiday, but now she is a prisoner. As a result of the volcano in Iceland. Ash Victims, is what the news is calling all the vacationers... stuck on their holidays. I'm some sort of perma vacationist, so I see no problem. But I can see where my mother's distress is coming from. She has vowed to never leave England again.Or at least Europe. It's looking like they may be here to celebrate my Birthday also.

We have now moved into our second Holiday apartment. Luckily for us there was a room going in the Macon Street apt, we had stayed in last summer. it is my dream home. It is seriously beautiful.

The saga goes on. They are re-booked on flights on the 21st... if those flights go ahead.. is still unknown. English airports are still closed.

Until then Hello Brooklyn.

My sister called this her bonus holiday. My mother remarked, it's not a bonus when it's costing you. Never the less, we still all have our health. My brother is missing his senior prom. But I reminded him he is making part of history. Not only did he turn sweet 16 in the Big apple. But he is living a part of a huge news event affecting people across the globe. He does not care, he wants to be there for his prom.

Housing Works Thrift Stores

2010-03-10T18:40:00.000-08:00

are great...
How did I not discover these Thrift stores before. I accidently stumbled upon the spring fever events, whilst browsing online for furniture in New York.

www.shophousingworks.com

I got some treats. Two Marc Jacobs coats. One Pink Barney's Trench (only $50) and much furniture. In fact too much furniture.

I also popped into the Crosby street store... just to have a second look. and thank god I did. as the store was having a major blow out sale. In preparation for there Spring Fever event. All clothes were $1. I spent $33. I dragged my bin liner full of stuff all the way home. I am now the proud owner of many a second hand blazer. it's a good job I did not get to the store at opening time. Word on the street was that one women got 99 items.

Who said New York was not cheap.

I adore Thrift Shopping. It brings me so much more pleasure than buying brand new things. It is more than just the price. I have no qualms at wearing somebody else's old duds. A habbit which horrifies my mother.

Spring Santa

2010-03-10T18:36:00.000-08:00

TREE

2010-03-10T17:13:00.000-08:00

I have started to paint on everything with acrylic paint. I love it when things you would not deem beautiful are made into art.

I do not love big huge American 4X4's Jeeps, whatever they are. But the tree makes this car special.

I walked passed a mini skip the other day, that had been wallpaperered. Beautiful. Who did that?

Woof

2010-02-20T19:41:00.001-08:00

Walked down by the water, in williamsburg, Brooklyn. The park was just about to shut. But the guy let us in. Stodd looking at the water. This bench made us giggle, with its extra bit on the side.

Photos from New York

2010-02-19T07:07:00.001-08:00

It's great when you wake up, and you actually remember a dream. Dreams are so often forgotten. Never realised.

Don't honk

2010-02-19T05:53:00.000-08:00

would it be New York without honking?

my Favourite shoe man

2010-02-18T19:20:00.000-08:00

Thursday

nothing

2010-02-16T13:32:00.001-08:00

can ever be kept secret

Real Fur & Elvis Presley

2010-02-16T09:51:00.001-08:00

I was headed to Ave A Flea market. But it doesn't exist no more. So I wandered around, popping into various 99c stores, something about them draws me in. Then I stumbled on this beauty of a store. Urban Jungle. It really is what dreams are made of. Or atleast my kinda dreams. Fur and old stuff. Not only was the changing room, I changed in full of these Elvis snaps, but they had rails upon rails of fur coats. Prices varied. I finally decided upon a beast of a coat. Real fur. For $30 dollar. Made me real happy, and most likely look real insane whilst wearing it. It malted on my red heart bag, as If I have a dog. But you really cant put a price on happiness.

Red

2010-02-16T09:47:00.000-08:00

I am addicted to..

2010-02-16T09:38:00.001-08:00

Take one boiled egg
some spinach leaves
Black pepper
a few pinches of salt
a big tomatoe
Olive oil
FETA CHEESE

TOSS IT. You get my new addiction. I have eaten (some variation of) this salad every day for a week straight. I added some tuna yesturday just to mix it up a little.. but in the future - I'm going to stick with the more is less option. Scrap the tuna

Play

2010-02-16T09:31:00.001-08:00

watching the snow fall down. eating Strawberry Pop tarts dipped in milk. The milk makes it.
it's too cold to go out and play..

Black Snow

2010-02-16T09:23:00.000-08:00

It's too cold to play out

Valentine

2010-02-14T16:21:00.001-08:00

Cure Thrift Shop

2010-01-21T03:29:00.000-08:00

http://curethriftshop.com/

To throw or not to Throw?

2010-01-21T03:06:00.000-08:00

I am a bag lady, if ever I saw one.

We had new neighbours move in next door, a young couple, they came round to have a nose at our loft extension. The girl looked in my bedroom on the way up, and gasped. "My God it's like an Aladins Cave."

and that it is. But there is a difference between treasures and hoarding. I do border on the obsessive hoarding side. I do not like to throw anything away. My art teacher at school, used to drill into us to collect everything. Magazines, sweet papers, anything you think you mite need. One day. One day mite be ten years from now, but you never know. If there is a ribbon, on a box of chocolates at christmas my mom will say. "Sarah do you want this?" Of course, I always do. I am a proud collector of junk. The other thing I do- is buy things, I have no idea what it's use will be. Such as a hammock I once bought with my younger sister.

When it does get too much and I am forced to throw things away, I have been known to exit my room with many bin liners full of stuff. But to enter the room again, you wouldn't think it.

Today is one of such days. I barley shop any more. I learnt that there isn't really anything I want. shops, and magazines just try to trick people into thinking they want things. Now I play the game of picking things up, and one by one putting them down. I am a believer that you should only buy things that you love. Truly love. If you think it is ok, don't bother. You must love it. Did it speak to you? No? Put it back, and walk away.

I am an ex shopping addict. 2010 is still all about thrifting. On a recent trip to the high street, my mom laughed at me as she caught me twisting my neck to look at the charity shops as we walked past. They are the only shops that speak to me. One woman's junk is another woman's treasure. Often it is still junk. But occasionally you can find a beauty. My new favourite is Cure Thrift shop 111 E 12th Street New York.

http://curethriftshop.com/

Can a Leopard change it's spots?

2010-01-20T08:05:00.000-08:00

I know the difference between right and wrong. I just always chose to do wrong.

When faced with betrayal and heart ache and anger. What follows will never be easy or straight forward.

That episode, is now as much a part of who I am as any other. The good and the bad are what makes us. I try hard to forget that some thing's ever happened. I'm good at forgetting. I know that I am only human. And in being so I am far from perfect, perhaps as far as you can get from it.

I have gotten to a point where I can live with myself. And I am no longer beating myself up for what I did. As there is no use to. I dont like what I did. But I did it. I accept that. I also still believe that I do deserve a happy ever after. Previously I had thought I didn't deserve one. But since I feel the change in me, and am living changed. I think it is safe to say leopards can change their spots. This leopard has.

I guess until next time.

A Chocolate Kiss

2010-01-17T13:02:00.000-08:00

Quality street wrappers, taking photographs with my sister, after Christmas.

Moments

2010-01-17T12:45:00.000-08:00

'The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome , indescribably magnificent world in itself.'

Henry Miller

Someone told me once that I walk too fast. I found him to walk too slow. He told me I was missing so many things along the way. I pointed out all the little things I noticed with my eagle eyes, at my high speed.

I have learnt that you can be rich in so many ways, but poor in time. To be rich in time is the greatest thing. To be able to take time out, to sit. To read. To look. To appreciate. Time to do all the things you want to do. But too much time is not good either, you can get lost in it. Time should not be wasted.

I will continue to take in the sights through, my little hurried, skip walk. I took this photograph, walking round NY, even at high speed, I always notice random little things, that often make me smile. From time to time I'll slow down.

Raoul Vaneigem

2009-11-11T06:48:00.000-08:00

The work of art of the future will be the construction of a passionate life.

Raoul Vaneigem- From The Revolution of everyday Life.

THE FASCINATION OF TIME
The impossibility of realization:

People are bewitched into believing that time slips away, and this belief is the basis of time actually slipping away. Time is the work of attrition of that adaptation to which people must resign themselves so long as they fail to change the world. Age is a role, an acceleration of `lived' time on the plane of appearances, an attachment to things.

I look forward to winter walks..

2009-11-04T08:46:00.000-08:00

in the Lickey Hills with Laura. The Lickies have always been one of my favourite spots growing up in Birmingham. It takes me back to childhood...days out climbing the hills and walking through the woods. It was the ultimate adventure land. Then on the way home we would stop at the penny arcade. I would save up all my coppers. I was a whiz at the two pence machines. I'd always say last go last go....then a bunch of coins would come crashing down. But I always learnt to quit when I was ahead. I never left empty handed. Las Vegas with the quarter machines was never quite the same. Cant beat the Penny Arcade.

So yes I am looking forward to getting back home to England after three months in New York. Catching up with the family. Hitting up the Lickies Christmas day...

Here are some of Lauras photographs...from our last day out there.

Laura

2009-11-04T08:22:00.000-08:00

This is Laura my little sister. Whenever I say little sister people presume I mean a child. She's twenty three now. I've known her all her life, which makes me happy.

Whenever I tell people about Laura, I tell them how I know you cant choose your family, however you can chose who your friends are. Laura's way more than a little sister she's my best friend too. I know that I am blessed to have her as a sister and a friend. The first time I went to New York, was with Laura. She was seventeen and I was nineteen.

I said to a little girl the other day, who was playing with her little sister. (Ages six and four). "Are you two best friends?"
The six year old laughed and said "No silly we're sisters".

I admire, love and respect my little sister so much. In many ways, she's the youngest of three girls, with 2 years age difference both sides. She is actually the oldest. And I can bet that our big sister would agree.

The photo is Laura in reception aged five. It's so funny because the one she had done the year before she tucked in her neck. So my mom called her Laura no neck.And told her the next time she had to stick her neck out. She looks so beautiful, and smart and confident. Just how she was.

Links to Laura's blogs and web site:

www.atribecallednext.com
http://lawbassi.com
http:// flickr.com/photos/ law_b/

a day in Manhattan

2009-10-31T10:03:00.000-07:00

I have been in NY for the past three months now. I enjoyed taking photographs on my friends Nickon D80. Until one day during fashion week, I was sat on a really tall seat, in Bryant park, with the camera on my lap. I needed the loo. A lady told me where there was a bathroom. I stood up pretty quick and excited. The camera and it's not so cheap lense went crashing to the ground. I cried. Because it wasn't my camera and I couldn't believe I had been so careless with it, after months of being so careful.
These are a selection of the last few photos I took...before it was all over.

The two girls second from last picture, are sisters from Brazil. They have their own fashion label, and were showing at fashion week in the tents. I saw them crossing the street to go to Cafe Habana while I was stood outside waiting to be seated to get some real good corn on the cob...

The guy in the Phoenix shirt was reading news papers he found in the bin. The guy in the orange shirt had just put his news paper in the bin. I do love me some recycling.
The world should share more.

The sisters ( i have to find the card they gave me to check out their line) were telling me they love fashion but hate spending money on clothes. Girls after my own heart. I love shopping picking stuff up, and one by one putting it all back down, because frankly I dont need it. Now I only buy something if I love it. If its really special.

My new rule since being here, is jewellery and lingerie. You cant have too much, and it cant be too expensive. My favourite gifts from me to me.

Cat face

2009-10-31T09:56:00.000-07:00

a painting I have been working on...

Jason..

2009-10-20T20:31:00.001-07:00

My friend Jason had these photographs of himself at little school, in his house in Chicago. I loved them so much I have 1999 in the front of my wallet. I'm just missing 2000. He had even cooler ones, but these were the only wallet sized one. i like how his swag has changed the older he gets.

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The standard

I like this photo. It was on one of the rolls of film I got developed that had been pileing up. One of my favourite things about shooting film is that it is always a huge surprise when you get the pictures back. Especially since I let mine pile up until there are about 19 rolls. I actually have a collection, some of which must be atleast ten years old, I have been finding in various drawers in my bedroom. One thing you will learn about me I am a hoarder. A collector, a complete bag lady. My art teacher, Mrs Hibbard would tell "us never throw anything away, collect it. store it keep it. You never know when you mite need it for something!" Boy did I live by that. Much to my mothers horror.
I still have all of my old school books...from juniour schoo. i actually recently parted with the maths books..and kept just the drawings and creative writing stuff. I have two suitcases (I picked up with my sister at a thrift store in Orange County circa 2004)- underneath my bed. One houses journals. The other photographs. I have written a journal since I remember. And taken photographs since I remember also. I'm one of the few people who has a record of us in school from year seven to eleven.

So a bunch of the film I got developed came out really yellow. I couldn't tell if it was the film or the way it was processed. it actually looks kinda cool. Like Lomo coloursplashish.

As soon as I get home, and I have some pennies to spare. I'm hitting up a photo lab with my bag of ten year old 35mm films. To see what treats/ horrors I have in store. I'm sure there are ex boyfriends and perhaps other things I may never want to see again. but hey it's all part of the beauty of film.

I hate the instantness of digital, and how the second after you take a person's photo they say "can I see it". I upset people often with my little Nickon when they realise they cant.

America : A beautiful Love affair

2009-10-13T07:57:00.000-07:00

This was a photo of the wall next to our table in this little cafe in Manhattan. There were photos on the walls of all of the celebrities who had eaten there. It actualy looked kind of grotty but it had so called good honest prices.

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I sat in this window, looking out onto the road..and took these photographs. I can remember the apartment, and the size of the window. The little chair with the broken seat part, next to the window. The canvas's ready to be worked on. I remebered the bus to Boston outside. Because I remember noticeing the line of people and wondering where they would be going. But still I couldn't place where the apartment was. I drove by there yesturday, trying to work out which window it was...by the size of them..none of the windows I looked up at looked anywhere near as big as the one I remembered gazing out of, lost in my own thoughts.

I saw the bus to boston again, this time there were no people waiting to get on. This time I saw this view of the street from street level, and I knew I was somewhere close to where that window was.

I looked at an apartment the other week, and the two guys who lived in there (artits), were moving out into a smaller living/working space. I was telling them about this apartment, with the big window, and trying to describe where it was- they knew the woman who owned the building. They said she was a jewish woman, really clever, and that just last week she gave all of the tenants notice to move out. And that now they are all gone. I said I was there..in June.

I loved that apartment.

I am

2009-10-12T13:31:00.000-07:00

I am part child, part woman
I am pretty things and ideas
I am nothing, dreaming of everything
I am lazy days and long nights
Little sleep
I am a soft voice, a whisper
I am come closer i'll show you my truth
I am secrets and walls

Bail Out, 1966

2009-10-12T13:14:00.001-07:00

this photograph makes me smile, I need to get a frame for it. The text at the top tells you abut the photographer, a seventeen year old boy named Stephen. He won a prize for this image.

He spells his name with a ph, the same way may dad does instead of a v. I like Stephen spelled best like that.

Finally developed my ever growing pile of 35mm film..

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here are a few from New York last April/May & June

Becoming my own best friend

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I fell in Love in November

I dont know how flight works. I'd love to meet a pilot

2009-10-11T16:45:00.000-07:00

I have a friend who works by the Hudson river. I was writing on scraps of paper while he was on the phone. looking out at new york, and the water, and appreciating how lucky I am to be here. I walked out on the doc, which was swaying as the water got slight waves. I skipped around, lay on my back looked up at the stars, and took in some really deep breaths. It's really beautiful by the water.

Fortune cookies...

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I was asking myself should I stay or should I go now....
one was my cookie one was his cookie.

I stayed.

Voyeur Part two

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First roll of film from the colour splash camera....

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confused....
dont get high and use this....gives new meaning to double exposure I think I kept taking photos on top of each other atleast threee times..

trying real hard to kick the sun

pink skies

the last time I was in Brook Lyn...

2009-10-11T12:42:00.000-07:00

This is in my sister's apt. She cooked pasta and put olives, with stones in it. We got high, and somehow the olive pips kept ending up back in the pasta. So we kept eating them, they looked just like these other things she had put in there.

Both times I visited Coney Island over the summer, there was freak weather conditions. This day It rained so hard, even my underwear was wet.

The garden is in Brighton Beach, BK, right by where this Millionaire guy built an ugly huge Palace looking house. Brighton will always have the biggest place in my heart.

My friend told me this crazy old woman lives there. Her garden was filled with what looked like things that used to belong in her house, or somebodies house. Things that had been broken or rejected so she re housed them on the front lawn. It was nice. She had broken glass that she had made into a mosaic in the mud. And the mirror said "all we need is love." It was right around the time I did my love trees series of paintings. New love grows on trees. (see my very early posts).

I often think I will be a mad old lady. perhaps alone. I can see myself having a garden like this. It was very thought out, and kinda crazy at the same time. But she had placed everything in it's own little spot. She had hearts and love seats down the side of the garden. To her, i know it was beautiful.

Thankyou for Brighton Beach, and showing me the old lady's garden

So bright out my eyes hurt

2009-10-05T13:08:00.000-07:00

Autumn without a doubt is my very favourite time of year. I love fashion, Autumn is fashion. There isn't a more stylish month. You get to wear layers, and when you get a great sunny day like this one, its a great surprise and you get to take the layers off.

I have practically lived in that pair of leggings. The crotch is so hideous. I hide it with long tops. I'm a sucker for comfort. Whenever I put on my jeans, they come right back off. John captured the crotch here just great.

A Clove in Union Square Park...a great place to just sit. and Be.

Flea Market Day

2009-09-17T09:23:00.001-07:00

I found this drawing of my mom in a flea market in Manhattan....it was so weird. Thats her. I dont know who drew it, or how it got there.

It was actually my dad's fifty-something birthday (early Sep) when I spotted it, so it would have made a perfect gift, but I didn't buy it or even check how much it was. I showed the photos to my younger sister she thought it was hillarious (due to the shocking likeness) and said I hope you fucking bought it. Thats amazing.. I'm going to go back to see if i can find it

Chai Latte...always hits the spot

and then the rain came down...and it was time to find some place warm to play

I dont know who works in here...

2009-09-17T09:04:00.001-07:00

Little Office Manahttan

Chicago

2009-09-17T08:33:00.000-07:00

Love on The Road

People..

2009-09-15T09:06:00.001-07:00

I saw him sat outside this great flea market..
I asked him if I could take his picture. He said yes. I reckon he mite get it alot.

The President will be here in five minutes

2009-09-15T08:20:00.000-07:00

I was sat in a little park by west fourth street, reading my book. American Eve. I saw this guy with an amazing lense on his Nikon D80 camera I couldn't resist but to ask him if i could have a look through it. He was from Germany, travelling alone, said his girlfriend couldnt afford the trip or get the time off work. So we spoke cameras and lenses and New York.

Then he said "did you know the president is supposed to be here today?" I said "here here, West Fourth Street?" He said "i guess". I didn't know.

Then a bunch of school children came running down the street follewed by teachers. Holding signs with Obama and yes we can. They all crowded round the street, waiting. So me and the camera guy decided to cross the street to get some shots and wave hi as Barak drove past.

I keep finding myself in the right place at the right time, and for the past two days decided to travel light without the heavy Nikon D80 I'd been carrying around. When something like this happens you always get that oh man if only I'd had my camera. But then sometimes it's so nice to just be there.

There was this one guy that I can only describe as very English. The most Englishman I have ever seen. I'm English but this guy was movie English. He had grey hair, looked super cool, was wearing a suit. And was pretty annoyed when he was told he had to stay put and couldnt cross the street. The police officer said you have to stay there the presidinet is coming in 5 minutes. In the most propper English accent I ever heard, he said The President? He cared way more about crossing the street. After about ten minutes (the president was late yes...) people only a few of them, were really complaining about wanting to get on there way and didnt like the fact the presdient was stopping them cross the street. This same police officer says in to the crowd, suddenly everyone wantt to get to work.

Then somebody spotted a little old lady with one of those pushing trollies who had some how managed to escape the barriers...and this officer shouted get that woman on the side walk. I was having fun. The kids were having fun.

And in no time...cares and bikes and cars and more bikes, all ever so important looking all came cruising down the street. I was on somebodies shoulders. I was waving and clapping with everyone, and the cars kept coming. I guess so no one knows which car he is actually in.

So that was my a.m.

Later that same day i had another oh i dont have my camera moment, and only actually noticed because i saw so many people taking photos in this persons face. I was walking with a friend straight into Sex and the City's Miranda Hobbs. It kinda happend in slow motion but fast. She was reall small and pretty nothing like the way she looks on the tv. Then a little further down the streeet we saw Samantha. I love that woman. At 50something she looked like a teenager.

I'd just had the best fish adn avocado and tomato pasta for lunch.
ps

The President?

Mirrors

2009-08-05T17:22:00.001-07:00

Atlanta April 2009 ,The Licky Hills and an old womans garden Brighton Beach Brooklyn

R.I.P Fisheye

2009-08-05T16:15:00.001-07:00

Plastic Dreams

Tried to put film into the fisheye the other week at my sisters graduation...but the camera wouldn't accept the film, or the other three I tried in it. That little plastic camera captured some good old times. Here are a few from New York and Toronto, last year. I heart toy cameras

Trading Places

2009-08-05T06:22:00.001-07:00

The Graduate

2009-08-05T06:08:00.001-07:00

My big sisters little boy at my little sisters graduation. It really doesn't seem like yesterday that my younger sister started the same secondary school as me...

Man Ray

2009-08-02T15:57:00.005-07:00

Marquise Casati 1922

Le Violon d'Ingres 1924

I decided to do a project on surrealist photography for my art GCSE, as everyone else just looked at Dali paintings. I used my sister as the model, and tried to re-create some of these photos. Only problem was her boyfriends at the time hated them...well hated the fact she had done them and people (my art teacher) would see them. So right before I was ready to submit my work, she tried to make me take the photos of her out, which was basically the project. I won in the end, cos she had already posed for them and they were mine.

Lee Miller

2009-08-02T15:45:00.001-07:00

Lee Miller by Man Ray

I Promise Myself- Christian D. Larson

2009-08-02T15:24:00.000-07:00

To be so strong that nothing can disturb my peace of mind.

To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person I meet.

To make all my friends feel that there is something worthwhile in them.

To look at the sunny side of everything and make my optimism come true.

To think only of the best, to work only for the best and to expect only the best.

To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as I am about my own.

To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.

To wear a cheerful expression at all times and give a smile to every living creature I meet.

To give so much time to improving myself that I have no time to criticize others.

To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

To think well of myself and to proclaim this fact to the world, not in loud words, but in great deeds.

To live in the faith that the whole world is on my side, so long as I am true to the best that is in me.

My dog is a rabbit

2009-07-31T17:04:00.000-07:00

A dog has no use for fancey cars or designer clothes and big homes
A water log stick will do just fine
A dog dont care if you are rich or poor
Clever or dull
Smart or dumb

Give him your heart
and he will give you his
The End

"My dog's a rabbit"

A Very English Summer

2009-07-31T08:23:00.000-07:00

Having spent the spring in New York I am currently enjoying the English summer time. My English summer started with a BBQ at Jims house. An 8am swim at a Lido in London Fields. The Local Natives first UK tour (old friends from California) I took a roll of film this weekend that I am still waiting to develop..the contents is a mystery...(to me that Is the beauty of shooting on film)..combine that with K cider and the mystery of the photos taken is multiplied. I love a surprise.

LATITUDE FESTIVAL JULY 2009

Eyelash

2009-07-31T06:30:00.001-07:00

An eyelash had fallen on to his cheek
I took it on my finger tip and said blow it,
now make a wish..
and secretly I wished he wished for me

Amsterdam

2009-07-31T03:08:00.001-07:00

I'm gonna write you a letter
I'm gonna write you a book
I wanna see your reaction
I wanna see how it looks

From way up on your cloud
You're never coming down
Are you getting somewhere?
Or did you get lost in Amsterdam?

Don't you know me? Don't you know me by now?

2009-07-30T18:02:00.001-07:00

Macon Street

2009-07-30T17:35:00.003-07:00

i-pod shuffle always throws up some treats. (Although I haven't put anything new on my i-pod in years. I thought I updated it before NYC to discover all of the new music remained on my computer and none of it made it to my i-pod.) But sometimes you pick music to listen to on purpose....This is the result of getting hypnotised by old Cavil At Rest songs....my very favourite band from California. Brings back memories of the drive to Vegas and Leeann chucking the CD out of the window for having it on repeat (there were only 3 tracks haha)

We found an art shop and got some water colours this was our first art exhibition. Theme = Love tree's. Our street was voted Greenest block in BK. Let the love Grow

Have I been a fool?

2009-07-30T17:22:00.003-07:00

We made amends but nothings mended
As what I gave can not be mended
I led you on but leadings wrong

I made a meal of it and stumbled
We both knew that my cookie crumbled
I led you on but leadings wrong

A kiss is just a kiss
I think that's what fools say
But that is what this is

Have I been a fool? Just say,say, say
Have I been a fool? Just say
Have I been a fool? Just say
Have I been a fool? Just say

You made a mountain of a molehill
Well that's what I will tell myself still
I led you on and leadings wrong

I made a meal of it and stumbled
We both knew that my cookie crumbled
I led you on but leading's wrong

A kiss is just a kiss
I think that's what fools say
But that is what this is

Have I been a fool? Just say, say, say
Have I been a fool? Just say
Have I been a fool? Just say, say, say
Have I been a fool? Just say

I've been told I'm cruel
Due to what I do
I've been told I'm cruel
To you

Have I been a fool? Just say, say, say
Have I been a fool? Just say
Have I been a fool? Just say, say, say
Have I been a fool? Just say
Have I been a fool? Just say

This song came on my i-pod shuffle whilst I was painting and hanging out with my sister. I love the way certain lyrics speak to you.

I dont think a kiss is just a kiss. I went to a party with someone I was seeing, a few months back. We still clearly like each other. This guys friend kept saying how gorgeous I was. he asked me in front of the guy I was with if he could kiss me....

A kiss aint just a kiss..

You're Crazy

2009-07-30T17:20:00.003-07:00

La La La

You're crazy, hey, hey
You know you're crazy, oh my!
You're fuckin' crazy, oh child
You know you're crazy
Ay,ay,ay,ay,ay,ay,ah,ah,ah,ah, yeah!

Clown

2009-07-24T12:40:00.001-07:00

Because it was polaroid I really wanted to get my jump right. I very nearly broke my face coming back down. But it was my best jump ever.

Prospect park,Coney Island Spring 2009

The Worlds Greatest Lie

2009-07-09T16:18:00.000-07:00

"It's a book that says the same thing almost all other books in the world say." continued the old man. "It describes peoples inability to choose their own destinies. And it ends up saying that everybody believes the worlds greatest lie."
"What's the worlds greatest lie?" the boy asked, completely surprised.
"It's this: that at a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what's happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. That's the worlds greatest lie."

"Why would a king be talking with a shepherd? the boy asked, awed and embarrassed.
"For several reasons. But lets say that the most important is that you succeeded in discovering your destiny."
The boy didn't know what a person's "destiny" was.
"it's what you have always wanted to accomplish. Everyone, when they are young, knows what their destiny is

"At that point in their lives, everything is clear and everything is possible. They are not afraid to dream, and to yearn for everything they would like to see happen to them in their lives. But, as time passes, a mysterious force begins to convince them that it will be impossible for them to realize their destiny."

(The Boy wanted to know what the mysterious force was)

"It's a force that appears to be negative, but actually shows you how to realize your destiny. it prepares your spirit and your will, because there is one great truth on this planet: whoever you are, or whatever it is that you do, when you really want something, it's because the desire originated in the soul of the universe. It's your mission on Earth."

"Even when all you want to do is travel? Or marry the daughter of a textile merchant?"

"Yes, or even search for treasure. The soul of the world is nourished by people's happiness. And also by unhappiness, envy and jealousy. To realize one's destiny is a person only real obligation. All things are one.

"And when you want something all the universe conspires in helping you achieve it."

"People learn, early in their lives, what is their reason for being," said the old man, with a certain biterness. "Maybe that's why they give up on it so early, too. But that's the way it is."

Tooth paste kisses

2009-07-09T15:51:00.000-07:00

Cradle me
I'll cradle you
I'll win your heart
with a wit woo
pulling shapes just for your eyes
so with toothpaste kisses and lines
I'll be yours and you'll be

Lay with me, I'll lay with you
we'll do the things that lovers do
put the stars in our eyes
and with heart shaped bruises
and late night kisses
devine

Pleasure Tears

2009-07-09T14:08:00.000-07:00

When I walk I skip
When we kiss we dance
When it rains I stay dry

When my tears fall, it's not sadness
there pleasure tears

My skin is warm, but it tingles at his touch
The hairs on my arms stand up
He is making me come alive

Last April- Union Square

2009-07-09T08:45:00.001-07:00

I went to New York for my 24th birthday. To meet my younger sister who had been studying in Toronto for the year..
We arranged to meet up at union square park...it was not succesful. I was in one park, and across the street is another smaller Union square Park. She was in that one. We both thought we were right,and were both annoyed having had to wait for the other. She thinks I always leave her waiting...she's kinda right. So this time I made sure to be early. Ended up taking a bunch of photos while I waited.

Later on we went to Central park. I was wearing my favourite long dress from H&M it drags on the floor and collects the dirt. BY the end of the day my feet were black.

Thsi year in New York, an exact year later, I saw the same man, that I saw that day. I named him the eskimo man, he was sort of dressed like one it was a boiling hot day. He was dressed the same a year later. it's funny how you get to see familiar characters in new York, i have noticed that this time round especially. I guess everyone has their ahunting grounds..

This guy in the photo is not the eskimo man incase you were wondering...

The Garden is our beach

2009-07-09T08:32:00.001-07:00

I like Summer alot. I wish that I could always have a six week summer holiday. Personally I prefer the Spring time to summer. I was a spring baby, and I've always found Spring quite magical.

Each time I leave England and then return, I'm always struck by just how much I do love English Summer time. It's all about the back garden.....Parks, beer gardens, Cider and summer dresses. England really does look good in Summer.

Love Saves The day

2009-07-09T08:26:00.000-07:00

I'd wear your black eyes

2009-07-08T18:12:00.001-07:00

I'll always be by your side
Even when you're down and out
I'll always be by your side
Even when you're down and out
I just wanted to be your housewife
All i wanted was to be your housewife

I'll iron your clothes
I'll shine your shoes
I'll make your bed
And cook your food
I'll never cheat
I'll be the best girl you'd ever meet

And for a diamond ring
I'll do these kinds of things
I'll scrub your floor
Never be a bore
I'd tuck you in
I do not snore

I'll always be by your side
Even when you're down and out
I'll always be by your side
Even when you're down and out
I just wanted to be your housewife
All i wanted was to be your housewife

I'd wear your black eyes
Bake you apple pies
I won't ask whys
And i try not to cry
I'll always be by your side
Even when you're down and out

I'll always be by your side
Even when you're down and out
And its nearly midnight
And all i want with my life
Is to be a housewife
Is to be a housewife

'Cause it's nearly midnight
And all i want with my life
Is to die a housewife
Is to die a housewife

By Your Side CoCo Rosie.

Read with eyes closed

2009-07-05T17:42:00.000-07:00

Maybe with my eyes closed
My heart was closed
Because I couldn’t see the truth

I opened my eyes
Things became clearer
I finally could see the truth

Now with my eyes open
My hearts open too

Open to heart ache, open to loving
Open for me to get hurt!

It took me to see me
See who I was, see where I’d gone
To be able to see a way back

But now things are brighter
Everything’s clearer
And I think I have fallen in Love

Swinging

2009-07-03T05:24:00.001-07:00

Jumping Jack Flash

2009-07-02T18:11:00.000-07:00

Felt tip pens make me happy (click Jack to enlarge)

Mother Toilets..I'd say!

2009-07-02T18:05:00.000-07:00

Ian Stevenson's Mother toilets. These are the mother of all toilets,i wana pee here bad! There is nothing I love more than discovering a toliet with the most fun and funny stuff written inside it. Just to make you smile/ laugh while you go. I think that this is genius.

Wash your hands

ps. maybe you have to see more to agree so here is one more.

ROAR ! what lady wouldn't crack a smile after seeing him under the sink

Don't Go

2009-07-02T17:57:00.000-07:00

I loved him.
It was the first and only time I had experienced love at first site. It was instant. I was ready to give everything. I was selfish and I didn't care who I hurt. I wanted him. His love was all consuming wrapping me up like a blanket. I couldn't even see anybody else. Was there even any body else in the room with us, ever? I think we just saw each other.
I loved him.
He loved me back.
He'd say dont go.....
and I knew he meant it

Never were there truer words spoken!

I saw this picture and saved it for him as his wall paper on his lap top.

Do all good things have to come to an end??

Part of Ian Stevenson's Mother Toilets project.