mew mew power.

I'm at Miami Children's Hospital, sitting next to my baby sister. Yesterday, her surgery went very well and she has thus far been recovering at a very rapid pace. I love her so, so much. And though I knew everything would be fine, it is still so amazing to see her here, looking like she does, after what she went through yesterday. We're watching the Hannah Montana movie, getting past the occasional throwing up, and trying not to make her laugh/smile because it hurts too much...but mostly we, Lindsey and I, are just ecstatic with how strong she is and glancing over at her with admiration every few seconds.

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being bitter about not being able to study in Prague this summer seems so far away, because on Thursday my baby sister is having open heart surgery, and if I would have been going to Prague, I would have been leaving today. and that really wouldn't have done. I am nervous, but I know everything will be fine because she is the strongest girl I know. and of course, because we have our own totoro.

she and Lindsey are all the family I have.

mary magdalene

earth i love you

rodarte summer

one goal i've placed on myself this summer is to create some light, gauzy, maybe even floral/lace clothes. skeleton-animal-tusk-bone-white, creeam-puff-pastry-white-and-cream. after reading the biography of Remedios Varo, Unexpected Journeys, by Janet Kaplan, and finding out all about her life before she started spitting out those miniature masterpieces,... as a designer for the ballet, and how she made almost everything she wore, i've decided i've really got to try that out. of course, it'll be a long while before i have even a few pieces of clothing i've made myself that can actually be worn out of the house. in any case, i'm going into this project heavily influenced by rodarte:

spring 2009:

fall 2010:

aaand, i neeed these:

i have a girl crush on karen elson!

pain pangs

and true love waits in haunted attics and true love lives on lollipops and crisps

radiohead

five things

Five things you will find if you open my bag:
1. heart shaped sunglasses
2. mini floral print notebook, gridded inside
3. pink marvy le pen
4. tokidoki lipgloss in strawberry latte
5. hello kitty wallet(and likely another trinket or two of sorts)

Five things in my bedroom:
1. books
2. trinkets
3. paint&pencils
4. kafka
5. dresses

Five things I’ve always wanted to do in my life:
1. make all of my clothes
2. learn to speak cat
3. build a dollhouse from scratch
4. own a strawberry, or flower, or something farm with baby sheeps and cows and chicks
5. travel lotz with my lover

Five things that make me very happy:
1. how well my thesis is turning out*
2. making jewelry
3. fixing anything that I break
4. reading
5. pastries

Five things I’m currently into:
1. sixties girl groups
2. cranberry juice
3. creme brulee ice cream
4. fresh flowers
5. creating

Five things on my to-do list:
1. steeping
2. sweeping
3. sleeping
4. swimming
5. sewing

Five things some people may or may not know about me:
1. I rarely shave my legs, because the hair is soft and blonde and barely visible, so it seems pointless
2. I drink tea every single day, several times a day
3. I prefer wildflower honey above all other honeys, and prefer honey to sugar, but real sugar to any fake sugar, blech!
4. I pray all the time, sometimes just to things, the earth, the stars, the saints, a feeling, some unknown deity
5. I am not religious and do not belong to any spiritual following at all, I am just very superstitious.

survey stolen from nap

pink fashion history beauties

jacket, 18th century

boots by Excelsior, 1868

corset, mid 1800's

this week

i cut my hair:

i wore:

we hung our show:

(my work:)

june second

vanilla scone

mint green tea

raspberries, cranberries

lace the color of a creampuff

little flowers

tiny kittens

pink bows

music notes

shimmering

grey clouds

blue rain

caitlin shearer

cy twombly

siren song

This is the one song everyone
would like to learn: the song
that is irresistible:

the song that forces men
to leap overboard in squadrons
even though they see beached skulls

the song nobody knows
because anyone who had heard it
is dead, and the others can’t remember.
Shall I tell you the secret
and if I do, will you get me
out of this bird suit?
I don’t enjoy it here
squatting on this island
looking picturesque and mythical
with these two feathery maniacs,
I don’t enjoy singing
this trio, fatal and valuable.

I will tell the secret to you,
to you, only to you.
Come closer. This song

is a cry for help: Help me!
Only you, only you can,
you are unique

at last. Alas
it is a boring song
but it works every time.

MARGARET ATWOOD

Ulysses and the Sirens

John William Waterhouse, 1891

Herbert James Draper, 1910

chris berens