Secret Alphabets.

I was nicely told earlier today that my hair looked like it's got fine golden threads interplaited in it.
Today: bleeding bruises, patience, watercolour hair, late mornings, Cashmere club, Secret Alphabets.
Some work in progress:

Fun is A Relative Concept

Time is being as relative as and everything seems to be fuelled or killed by my mood swings, random ideas or tunes that appear in my head or I come across. What feels nice. As nice as the smell of this odd candle on my desk, Anna Ash'es vintage melodies and the bubble scent of my Aussie shampoo. My hair is a bit shorter again and I feel free and independent with my shoulders with no weight on them.

The money resources I'm in possession for this month allow me not to go to the Goodwood vintage festival at the end of the month or take a random trip to Brighton, but pay my rent, some milk for tea and go to the post office once in a while, but I can't complain. And since Fun, as Alex Noriega puts it, is A Relative Concept, ( his work is freaking fantastic by the way, I love every single card, http://stuffnoonetoldme.blogspot.com) shall this week be full of drawing (I need to finish 2 illustrations for a book by the end of Saturday, and 1 piece of work for a vintage shop by Thursday), some website-building, some reading ( I thought I'd read every day to be a smart individual, the choice of today is between the Count of Monte Cristo or the latest Vice I haven't read yet?), some crafty stuff, like dress making, tea drinking, listening to Kasabian's latest album (I might have developed a bit of addiction there) and may be rewatching some of the Nouvelle Vague films.

Men in Wicked Shoes.

Now when I listen to my Dead Man's Bones playlist, I immediately have the days when I was working hard on my EA Poe project (with real dedication) running through my head with all the visuals of late nights, silence, lacy cigarette smoke, loads of line drawings and painting the tombstone and the smell of acrylic paint, loads of ghostly shadows on the walls of my room when I couldn't fall asleep, two men I know in person which wear awesomely wicked shoes, my greyish blue roses pattern skirt, the decadent walls of the corner of my "poe cabinet" space and definitely everything tinted with the sounds of the "In the Room Where You Sleep" and "Werewolf Heart" songs. It feels like I actually used to live in that House of Usher I drew, with the dusty moonlight through the stained glass Gothic revival windows, gloomy hallways, little disappointment and minutes of magic, the velvet arm chairs, mosaic floors and spiderweb-work decorating the gutter edges.