Monday, 26 March 2012
... at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then...
Orange tinged streams of glittered sun light the way for a perfect morning.
The day starts crisp with a bite.
And quickly fashions into delightful.
The bright cafe echoes with many a voice, chairs are squeezed in tight.
Handbags heaped and more coffees and cameras then one would care to count.
Each girl with something in common… can you guess?
Friday, 23 March 2012
Fluttering around our fairy's nest in her favourite dress. Made on a whim a few years ago, she is the prefect floral sack. Fit for every occasion and creating the wonderful illusion of effort where there is none. While editing these photos L could not chose between black and white or colour, and so, you have the two. More often then not we find wishes of double the L's swimming through our heads, but I'm sure it would end up being more trouble then worth.
Right now she is off to meditation and to spend the night at her grandma's, where she will escape into the complete and utter present and then pages and pages of adventures.
Tuesday, 20 March 2012
When you understand that what your telling is just a story. It isn't happening anymore. When you realise the story your telling is just words, when you can just crumple it up and throw your past in a trashcan, then we'll figure out who you're going to be.
Who you are moment to moment, is just a story.
For a more accurate representation of L's night head over to her diary... forget-me-nots
Saturday, 17 March 2012
no matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close...
Sickly sweet strawberry milkshakes and living through others adventures. The first time out of the house in awhile.
Fast forward to walking the alley ways back to the car. Photos taken in the sun.
She decided to try out her new lace house coat. It pulls at the shoulders and isn't quite finished, but otherwise she was satisfied.
Is it still summer?
Thursday, 15 March 2012
Feeling somewhat pretty in flowers and lace. Engulfed in our garden, which grows and changes with the night. Stalks climb, flowers bloom and more and more flora is added. Our little fairy garden is fast becoming an emerald jungle.
Wednesday, 14 March 2012
Sunday, 11 March 2012
It's becoming increasingly difficult, finding the words for this blog. Always and primarily a fashion blog, pictures are easy. But words. Words disappear, fall out of our head. Our want, our need for beautiful prose and our increasing wish to keep our life more private has hindered the usual flow of sentences. How do you readers feel about this? Do you come for the pictures? would you rather more insight to our "real" / "offline" world? Would you prefer our words take on more of a fashion theme? At the moment we are lost.
Oh and on a lighter note, we missed our birthday again. So 2nd Happy Birthday Peanut Moonbeam Knickers!!
Friday, 9 March 2012
Seething heat wave, the sun boils the pitchmen. She watches waves in the air. Wearing a gigantic minty maxi is a comforting reprieve. She looks like a spearmint thick shake walking down the street.
changes happening in everyday life. Once again hindered, the want to update more often falls behind, and for that we apologise.
The passing of L's grandfather jar's her. His death unfair and sudden. She begins to re-evaluate life and the way she see's things. He was the kindest person L has ever met, with not a bad thought towards anybody. While her anger begins to melt away, her sadness survives.