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Thursday, July 26, 2012
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
snow white stills
in keeping with the whole gothic fantasy medieval motif, i loved the look and feel of "snow white and the huntsman", even if the story was a little uneven. whenever i read/see these kinds of stories, it transports me to another world that i so love:
the sets, the scenery, the costumes are amaaaaazing. would love to work on such a story one day in some capacity.
(nyc)
(nyc)
kirsty mitchell
this photographer came out with her work recently. she pulled together a series of fantasy portraits into a book entitled "wonderland", which i can't wait to order. i've always loved stories and art related to anything fantasy, medieval or gothic, so this falls right into my realm.
it took kirsty over five years to shoot these photos, as she pieced together the budget for each photo bit by bit. she did this as an homage to her late mother, who inspired her sense of reality and beauty. love love love it:
p.s. none of these were physically photoshopped in that they are all real locales around her home in surrey, england, with real set pieces. so lovely.
(nyc)
it took kirsty over five years to shoot these photos, as she pieced together the budget for each photo bit by bit. she did this as an homage to her late mother, who inspired her sense of reality and beauty. love love love it:
p.s. none of these were physically photoshopped in that they are all real locales around her home in surrey, england, with real set pieces. so lovely.
(nyc)
eugenio recuenco
have always loved this photographer's sense of light and fantasy, he has a cinematographic feel to his work:
(nyc)
(nyc)
day 198-200
the last time i did, i was SO mortifyingly embarrassed but i couldn't stop laughing hysterically... it involved my sister, meryl streep, philip seymour hoffman and an entire theater full of people... at least everyone laughs till they weep whenever they hear the story too... :D
Saturday, July 14, 2012
when
when was the last time you played a hand of failure
the last time you cried your eyes out in the shower
the last time you said yes
and it shattered your heart
"it is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. the credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again, because there is not effort without error and shortcomings, but who does actually strive to do the deed, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself in a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."
- theodore roosevelt
"citizenship in a republic" speech at the sorbonne in paris
april 23, 1910
(nyc)
the last time you cried your eyes out in the shower
the last time you said yes
and it shattered your heart
"it is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. the credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again, because there is not effort without error and shortcomings, but who does actually strive to do the deed, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself in a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."
- theodore roosevelt
"citizenship in a republic" speech at the sorbonne in paris
april 23, 1910
(nyc)
Sunday, July 1, 2012
it's been awhile...
but i have a really good excuse. i was too busy eating.
for breakfast every morning, fresh fruit at campo de' fiori!
then for a nice stroll in gianicolo, with a sweeping view of rome from the top.
grab a snack at aristocampo in trastevere...
the panini were so good, we went back four times and made friends with the owners...
one day we decided to check out david's ass in florence. michelangelo knew what he was doing.
why are all balconies so charming in italy? i found this one above ponte vecchio.
on that note, even random doors are so beautiful. though i don't know where the doorbell is.
another day, we decided to go to positano for lunch.
where i ate the most glorious homemade seafood pasta ever ever ever. if you are ever in positano, GO. you can find it at buca di bacco, right on the beach. i'm literally drooling as i type this right now.
aren't i an amazing photographer? :) more like, it's hard to take a bad picture of this place.. the sun, the sea, the flowers.. sigh.
the pantheon at night is magical.. something about the fact that it's been standing here, so solid, for so long. that i could stand in the exact same place as past romans, kings, gladiators, slaves, regular everyday people. it encompasses thousands of years of history, was built well enough to withstand all that wear and tear, and has witnessed so many stories played over and over again upon its front steps. i used to come here all the time to write in the evenings. thank goodness the mcdonald's that used to stand right in front of it is gone, that was kind of an eyesore (but i admit that i love their fries.. shhhh.... don't tell the italians!).
the time-old tradition of throwing a coin into the fontana di trevi for a speedy return to rome.
literally translates to "little one, you are mine." italian graffiti never gets old, even when it's just on the side of a trash can. roma, you are mine, as mine as you ever can be. ci vediamo presto, grazie mille per tutti i giorni, la mia famiglia e sempre la belleza...
(roma, firenze, positano, italia)
for breakfast every morning, fresh fruit at campo de' fiori!
then for a nice stroll in gianicolo, with a sweeping view of rome from the top.
grab a snack at aristocampo in trastevere...
the panini were so good, we went back four times and made friends with the owners...
one day we decided to check out david's ass in florence. michelangelo knew what he was doing.
why are all balconies so charming in italy? i found this one above ponte vecchio.
on that note, even random doors are so beautiful. though i don't know where the doorbell is.
another day, we decided to go to positano for lunch.
where i ate the most glorious homemade seafood pasta ever ever ever. if you are ever in positano, GO. you can find it at buca di bacco, right on the beach. i'm literally drooling as i type this right now.
aren't i an amazing photographer? :) more like, it's hard to take a bad picture of this place.. the sun, the sea, the flowers.. sigh.
the pantheon at night is magical.. something about the fact that it's been standing here, so solid, for so long. that i could stand in the exact same place as past romans, kings, gladiators, slaves, regular everyday people. it encompasses thousands of years of history, was built well enough to withstand all that wear and tear, and has witnessed so many stories played over and over again upon its front steps. i used to come here all the time to write in the evenings. thank goodness the mcdonald's that used to stand right in front of it is gone, that was kind of an eyesore (but i admit that i love their fries.. shhhh.... don't tell the italians!).
the time-old tradition of throwing a coin into the fontana di trevi for a speedy return to rome.
literally translates to "little one, you are mine." italian graffiti never gets old, even when it's just on the side of a trash can. roma, you are mine, as mine as you ever can be. ci vediamo presto, grazie mille per tutti i giorni, la mia famiglia e sempre la belleza...
(roma, firenze, positano, italia)
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Friday, June 15, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
day 160-165
i didn't know that a little bit of warm blue water and pink sand could make me so happy... in a carefree environment, everything just flows so much more easily. dreams become so tangible, literally.
(the bahamas)
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Friday, June 1, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
the true story, part ii
the continuation of part i of the true story of jack and the beanstalk...
jack dreaded going home. how was he ever going to explain this to his mother? he had foolishly risked practical realities for the intangible follies of a young man. jack wanted to be somebody, to go places, to have some magic in his life! and he had foolishly believed that it was so easily possible. dejected, he walked home, broken inside.
when he got home, his mother didn't yell at him like he expected. jack's mother understood that he had dreams, for she had dreams too. she dreamed, like every other mother, that her child would grow up to be healthy and happy and successful, cared for with a steady income, a steady partner, and knowing the joy of seeing one's child smile. her heart broke for him though, for she also knew that the kind of dreams he had were only available to the rich.
"i'm not saying that you can't dream jack, or that you shouldn't. a man without dreams is like a fish without water. but there are many paths to happiness and you must learn how to live your dreams out through life's little moments. now, why don't you at least plant the beans? let's see if we can't coax a few seedlings out of them?"
every morning as jack watered the beans in the chilly morning darkness, he tried not to be angry. he tried not to be angry at himself for making such a childish mistake, he tried not to be angry at his mother who was always so kind and gentle and accepting of life's fates, and he tried not to be angry that the other boys in his class got to take the girls to the market where they would buy taffy and flowers together. jack's heart grew bitter at the thought that lia would one day marry someone like tom, who could buy her jewels and pretty dresses and all the pastries she could want.
when fall time came around, everyone prepared for the annual kingdom's fair. every year, the king would open his castle grounds for a three-day extravaganza. villagers would come from near and far, to see the best of the kingdom's goods, be entertained by the best troubadours, and spend time with family and friends. the long weekend's festivities would culminate in a gala on the third evening, which was the main attraction of the annual fair. jack had never been.
traveling to the fair cost extra money, which jack and his mother did not have. it also meant that no one would care for the garden while they were gone. usually, jack and his mother would rest while almost everyone else from the village would leave. the only villagers left would be the other very poor ones, who would also use the fair as a chance to finally take a break.
jack's classmates gossiped excitedly about the fair in the weeks leading up to it. jack tried to ignore the chatter and concentrate on his studies, but it was no good. his heart burned inside to see the kingdom's knights in shining armor, to taste the candied apples that everyone loved, and to smell the air of a market different than his own.
the night before the start of the fair, jack got ready for bed earlier than usual. for the next three days, he would have no place to be, and rather than feeling relief, jack felt even more depressed. suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "who could that be? are you expecting someone jack?" jack shook his head no, he never expected anyone.
it was the baker. "sorry to bother you so late marion, but i was wondering if i could borrow jack for a few days? i have a stall at the annual fair, but my sons are both sick with the flu. my wife will have to stay home to take care of them, and now i've got no one to help me." jack's heart started thundering in his chest.
"i'm sorry to hear that simon. i'm sure jack would be of a great help, but i've got no money to spare for food or lodging." jack's heart instantly grew black. here was his chance to finally attend the fair he had heard so much about, but his dreams were killed before they even had a chance to breathe!
"ay, i realize that. but if he doesn't mind, he can sleep in the back of the bread cart, and while i can't feed him anything else, i can certainly give him enough bread for the next few days. what do you think, son?"
"i don't mind! i don't mind at all!!" jack was so excited, even the baker and his mother couldn't help but to smile. "well jack, why don't you get dressed and get your blanket then?"
as the horses trotted out of the village with the bread cart hitched to the back, simon turned to jack and said, "you'll be working all day selling the bread with me, and at night, you'll have to stay up to help me bake and prepare for the next day. no one ever realizes how hard a simple baker works to make money, and now you will find out. but you will have the third evening free. that's when the gala is, and even us workers will have a chance to finally enjoy ourselves. all work and no play makes jack a dull boy, right?"
jack felt his heart bursting at the seams at the thought of attending the gala. who needed those stupid magic beans? all one needed in life was a chance, and jack certainly wasn't going to make any more stupid mistakes like he had before. this time, jack was going to take the sure route to any newfound adventures. his mother had been right - there was a way to live one's dreams through life's little moments. had it not been for one simple stomach flu, jack would have missed this chance at a lifelong dream, but now that he had it, he wasn't giving it up for anything.
to be continued...
(nyc)
jack dreaded going home. how was he ever going to explain this to his mother? he had foolishly risked practical realities for the intangible follies of a young man. jack wanted to be somebody, to go places, to have some magic in his life! and he had foolishly believed that it was so easily possible. dejected, he walked home, broken inside.
when he got home, his mother didn't yell at him like he expected. jack's mother understood that he had dreams, for she had dreams too. she dreamed, like every other mother, that her child would grow up to be healthy and happy and successful, cared for with a steady income, a steady partner, and knowing the joy of seeing one's child smile. her heart broke for him though, for she also knew that the kind of dreams he had were only available to the rich.
"i'm not saying that you can't dream jack, or that you shouldn't. a man without dreams is like a fish without water. but there are many paths to happiness and you must learn how to live your dreams out through life's little moments. now, why don't you at least plant the beans? let's see if we can't coax a few seedlings out of them?"
every morning as jack watered the beans in the chilly morning darkness, he tried not to be angry. he tried not to be angry at himself for making such a childish mistake, he tried not to be angry at his mother who was always so kind and gentle and accepting of life's fates, and he tried not to be angry that the other boys in his class got to take the girls to the market where they would buy taffy and flowers together. jack's heart grew bitter at the thought that lia would one day marry someone like tom, who could buy her jewels and pretty dresses and all the pastries she could want.
when fall time came around, everyone prepared for the annual kingdom's fair. every year, the king would open his castle grounds for a three-day extravaganza. villagers would come from near and far, to see the best of the kingdom's goods, be entertained by the best troubadours, and spend time with family and friends. the long weekend's festivities would culminate in a gala on the third evening, which was the main attraction of the annual fair. jack had never been.
traveling to the fair cost extra money, which jack and his mother did not have. it also meant that no one would care for the garden while they were gone. usually, jack and his mother would rest while almost everyone else from the village would leave. the only villagers left would be the other very poor ones, who would also use the fair as a chance to finally take a break.
jack's classmates gossiped excitedly about the fair in the weeks leading up to it. jack tried to ignore the chatter and concentrate on his studies, but it was no good. his heart burned inside to see the kingdom's knights in shining armor, to taste the candied apples that everyone loved, and to smell the air of a market different than his own.
the night before the start of the fair, jack got ready for bed earlier than usual. for the next three days, he would have no place to be, and rather than feeling relief, jack felt even more depressed. suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "who could that be? are you expecting someone jack?" jack shook his head no, he never expected anyone.
it was the baker. "sorry to bother you so late marion, but i was wondering if i could borrow jack for a few days? i have a stall at the annual fair, but my sons are both sick with the flu. my wife will have to stay home to take care of them, and now i've got no one to help me." jack's heart started thundering in his chest.
"i'm sorry to hear that simon. i'm sure jack would be of a great help, but i've got no money to spare for food or lodging." jack's heart instantly grew black. here was his chance to finally attend the fair he had heard so much about, but his dreams were killed before they even had a chance to breathe!
"ay, i realize that. but if he doesn't mind, he can sleep in the back of the bread cart, and while i can't feed him anything else, i can certainly give him enough bread for the next few days. what do you think, son?"
"i don't mind! i don't mind at all!!" jack was so excited, even the baker and his mother couldn't help but to smile. "well jack, why don't you get dressed and get your blanket then?"
as the horses trotted out of the village with the bread cart hitched to the back, simon turned to jack and said, "you'll be working all day selling the bread with me, and at night, you'll have to stay up to help me bake and prepare for the next day. no one ever realizes how hard a simple baker works to make money, and now you will find out. but you will have the third evening free. that's when the gala is, and even us workers will have a chance to finally enjoy ourselves. all work and no play makes jack a dull boy, right?"
jack felt his heart bursting at the seams at the thought of attending the gala. who needed those stupid magic beans? all one needed in life was a chance, and jack certainly wasn't going to make any more stupid mistakes like he had before. this time, jack was going to take the sure route to any newfound adventures. his mother had been right - there was a way to live one's dreams through life's little moments. had it not been for one simple stomach flu, jack would have missed this chance at a lifelong dream, but now that he had it, he wasn't giving it up for anything.
to be continued...
(nyc)
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
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