call it fantasy

The Prada fantasy look book S/S 2010

I am not at all sure if the Prada fantasy look book is old news,
but these images greet me in my dreams.
It’s so beautifully done,
I sit wistful.

This was posted by Kiwi on the 3rd of February, 2010

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these words are my own

september 4, 2007
dusty memories & inky words; an excerpt.

This was posted by Kiwi on the 1st of February, 2010

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Crave | an excerpt

by Sarah Kane

“And I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy’s and talk about the day and type your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don’t listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you’re sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the the programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts your arse your
and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home and sit on the steps smoking till you come home and worry when you’re late and be amazed when you’re early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I’m black and be sorry when I’m wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I’d known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you’re angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you’re gorgeous and hug you when you’re anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I’m next to you and whimper when I’m not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don’t and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think I’m rejecting you when I’m not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I’d ever reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you and write poems for you and wonder why you don’t believe me and have a feeling so deep I can’t find words for it and want to buy you a kitten I’d get jealous of because it would get more attention than me and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do and get rid of the roaches and buy you presents you don’t want and take them away again and ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking because though you think I don’t mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you and wander the city thinking it’s empty without you and want want you want and think I’m losing myself but know I’m safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don’t deserve any less and answer your questions when I’d rather not and tell you the truth when I really don’t’ want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it’s all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am and try to get closer to you because it’s a beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love I have for you.”

This was posted by Kiwi on the 25th of January, 2010
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Dear Mr. Kost,

Thank you!
Please continue to deliver me more Mohr.
I also adore the rest of your

xxooKiwi

This was posted by Kiwi on the 21st of January, 2010
And filed under cole mohr, Jeremy Kost, Polaroids
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you leave me mid stutter

Dear Boy Face,

You smelt of laundry and cigarettes,
A combination I could not resist.
I wanted to kiss you fingers,
play with your hair,
and scratch at your skin.
Wanting your ripped Levis
and your tongue in my mouth.

Spent my morning listening to Elastica instead,
wait for my phone to skip and buzz.

In other news, countdown to London Town begins.
And no, i don’t mean Ontario.

This was posted by Kiwi on the 20th of November, 2009

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no, seriously.

CRUSH.
still.
always and forever.

photo: Mario by Kate Moss

This was posted by Kiwi on the 7th of October, 2009
And filed under kate moss, mario sorrenti, photography
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exLover

“Good times baby, this is the time
I need to know that your love is mine
Love me up, yeah, reel me in
I’m hooked, line and sinker, she’s my heroin”

I wake up 
greeted by gray mist, and little winged ants attempting to eat through my window pane.
My cat meows incessantly, because she is in heat and we have yet to neuter her or find her a mate. I feel terrible,  and decide to squash these feelings by eating a bowl of  lucky charms.

melancholy

sometimes i enjoy it
it’s days like these that you creep in to my mind
I listen to Stone Roses
stomp about the city in doc martens
legs wrapped in lace, as my garter belt ribbons peek below my denim shorts.
My hair is huge because of the rain, and I picture you pulling at it
the affectioinate way that you used to

and i miss it
you
and rainy days we spent
stomping about this dark sweaty city
eating ramen noodles
beers, tricks, swedish fish
kisses and kicks.

But Dear October
I will put heels on
and feel better.
Watch leaves dance
and change colour.
Before November calls
so cold and bitter.

This was posted by Kiwi on the 28th of September, 2009
And filed under brain mutterings and musings, eslovers, stone roses
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zoolander stylez

cole mohr
doing what cole mohr does
smoking
strutting
and being adorable.

brought to you by The New York Times.
any one else think the Blonde One with the lips is a hottie?

Darling! Let’s be friends!

Sorry it’s a slow Monday
but London Fashion Week has begun!
proper updates, thoughts
and random 90′s music videos
to come.

This was posted by Kiwi on the 21st of September, 2009
And filed under cole mohr, modelizer
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