i know this has been around for some time now. but it's so beautiful. i cry every time i watch it. humanity is filled with such complexity. such love. such hurt. it makes my heart ache and celebrate... all at the same time.
the library of congress has a flickr... who knew? i didn't. but there are these beautiful shots of the 1940s in color and for a time period most often captured in black n' white, this burst of brightness brings such wonderful renewed excitement and giddiness. (at least on my part) here are my favorites! well... so far. with over 1600 to chose from, i have months of beauty to sift through.
p.s. i. love. film.
ok so farming is not that interesting... but oh the sky! it's yellow and green and blue and so wonderful! matching dresses! can i have one? this might be my favorite...
oh i feel the nostalgia setting in. i think sometimes i was born in the wrong decade. i could forgo my cell phone and internet to spend a day in a time where all we could use was film, where it was more common to walk than to drive, where home cooking was an almost given, and where tv was an option instead of given... and the fashion would be an added perk. life seemed so much slower then. simpler. and with that simplicity comes a beauty i think we have somewhat lost in our busy lives. but, then again, i could be idealizing.
“I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do.”
and honestly. i am not sure anymore. because if i can't feel at home here, can i really be at home anyplace else?
this summer has been, well, slightly different than i had originally thought. and that is because i generally have incredibly high expectations for whatever and however i do things. it's a problem actually. but whatever. that is a post for another day, i presume.
this summer was also hard. not hard in the way that i am used to. summers used to be constantly going... back and forth, never stopping. but not this tim. i mean, i could sleep basically whenever i wanted. i could read whatever i wanted. watch whatever i wanted. besides that 16 page research paper in the beginning - i was free to do whatever i wanted.
and i did. and it tasted sweet.
at some points.
but "freedom" fails to find satisfaction when you're alone, i feel.
my family is wonderful. simply wonderful and i love them. with all the understanding i can muster for the word 'love' ("what is love? baby don't hurt me, don't..." sorry. whole new post, i predict). yet, coming back home after three years away... things are bound to change. their worlds can't stop for mine. and they didn't. they tried, but i understood. and so many nights, i spent reading. or sewing (a fine new habit i have picked up). alone.
and i felt strangely foreign in my own house. separated from the other inhabitants... i am rethinking my insistence to have my own space. like a guest. and honored guest, mind you. but a guest nonetheless.
so i am left with this: where is home?
there is this song by edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros. i have been listening to it constantly recently. seems to capture my desire for answers.
sorry for the crappy youtube (butts and such) performance. but internet sucks at my house and it was too much of an hassle to store the song... and whatever. i love her short hair though. if i had a longer face, maybe. but i think short hair would make my face look incredibly round and fat.
it was lonely for a day or so until one morning some man, more recently arrived than i, stopped me on the road. "how do you get to West Egg Village?" he asked helplessly. i told him. And as i walked on, i was lonely no longer i was a guide. a pathfinder. an original settler. he had casually conferred me the freedom of the neighborhood.
with tights and shorts, thrift stores, and flea markets. summer hazes, purple sunsets. and pomegranate martinis with pondering, dreaming, and creating and dance classes. and my new diana camera.
oh and with this song:
Are you late. It's always hate. Troubles in your mind. Take back the pain. We got the rain. Dont know why.
Sweetness comes and goes and I'm always here to stay. Reaching out and find that I'll never bee late. Sweet dogs. Sweet rain. Never come and go. I'm ohh so fine and ready to blow. I'm ohh so fine and ready to blow.
Take back the line. go back - I'm sure. Everytime I want more. Tke back the fruit. I'm here to rule. All the time - I'm sure. Sweet talk. Back clap. Ohh baby. It all make sense. This is how you keep waiting and I dont know why.
Always watch them with bright eyes. Cant you see all is not right . Always watch them with bright eyes. Cant you see all is not right.
traveling wilburys... george harrison, bob dylan, tom petty. roy orbison. what more can you ask for? great men. great song. great fashion. (check out tom petty's hat.) and i love bob dylan's nonchalant attitude. plus, you cannot deny that georgie aged well...
i know i have been posting a lot of videos recently, but i haven't quite found enough inspiration to get myself to write. hopefully it will come soon, but until then... i thought this was interesting. incredible, really.
a wee little band out of england. i actually can't find out much about them. so much so that i have to listen to them on myspace. i got lucky and found them on npr... yes i am that big of a nerd.
here are some shots of my favorite little one ever. she and i spent a lot of time together this year. and i love her. i took pictures of her all the time, but they were always on her parents camera. so. i finally got mine out during a play date, gusied her up, and went outside... only to realize on the way home that i had my white balance and iso settings all off. shoot. oh well. so if the pictures seem a little noisy, that's why. yeah. i am kinda disappointed too, but you live and you learn.
it is definitely summer. going to bed at 7pm... waking up at ten. that's 15 hours of sleep. hmmm.
i find myself often wandering around, lost, confused, wondering what exactly i should do. this new idea of laziness is not sitting well with me. it is shocking, like a bitter taste in my mouth. thank god that work starts on monday. i need a little structure in my life.
maybe tomorrow i will go to the pool.
today i went to the grocery store to buy some food that i could eat. i have been living on apples and fruit roll ups for the past three days. it was about time that i was able to eat some real food. that is, of course, if you call anything gluten free "real." i also finished my room and its nice to have that done. since i left the nest first, my room was taken over by my youngest sister which has, consequently, resulted in no permanent place for me to sleep. so in pay back i commandeered her play room. it's yellow, vibrant, and has three huge windows that let in enough sun to wake you up at seven. (however apparently that doesn't apply to me.) i was able to use my own personal touch and am happy with how it turned out - a nice little home in a house that is oddly so foreign to me. maybe i will put pictures up eventually cause i am quite please with it. the only downside is that it is in the basement, which still freaks me out at night and leaves me with the horrible view of our brick retaining wall and air conditioning. oh well.
i am so excited! i have decided to learn how to sew. often times, i have gone to thrift stores and found AWESOME items and yet didn't buy them cause they weren't exactly what i wanted. but no longer! i am going to "edit" them with my mom's barely used sewing machine. i already found a skirt that needs to be hemmed. oh am i excited! it can't be that hard, right?
speaking of thrifting. i checked out the local good-will and was pleasantly surprised. so much so that i bought way too much. maybe i will start selling online. i have been inspired by the plethora of women out there who thrift and resell. it seems like such an awesome idea. if only i had enough time. hmmm. we will see. i already have some cool items (including some awesome shoes that i would keep for myself if they weren't too small)... i am just trying to decide between etsy and ebay. let me know if you have any suggestions.
i came across his work the other day and fell in love with his use of color and lines. i feel like it is getting harder and harder to be new and creative in photography... especially in the fashion world. but his work was so breathtaking and beautiful. at least to me, and i am no art critic, so take it with a grain of salt. unfortunately, i couldn't post my favorite picture, so these will have to suffice. but still, beautiful. check out the rest of his stuff here and here.
