This is a painting. Yes, that’s right. A painting. It’s by Jason De Graaf and it’s amazing. There was a girl in the year above me when I was at school who painted in photo realism. It’s astounding. I have major art envy at the moment. I’m forever googling illustration and drawing, and then finding gems like this.
Did you see SJP’s house in the Vogue video?
I had to admit that I watched with the mute button pressed. I don’t give a crap about what phone she uses, but house porn is where I’m at and I j’adore her house
It’s right in my sweet spot. Paintings and books lining the floor, lovely architectural details, velvet lounges and stuff. I love stuff. I don’t understand how people can live in a bare space with nothing around them.
This poster has been resonating with me for the past few weeks. Someone sent it to me after some crap went down with past life people and it touched me at a visceral level.
As a result I culled my Twitter, Instagram and Facebook account, and freed up my mind and time. I have a tight circle of friends who know me and get me. As one of them said to me a while ago, after I mentioned we don’t see each other as often as we like, ‘But we don’t need to put any wood on our fire babe. Our embers are always burning.’
Lunch with a dearest friend yesterday reminded me of this. I love you darls, you know who you are!
Fuck yeah. Just because you see each other all the time, doesn’t mean you’re close or that there is something authentic going on. Trust me, I learned that one the hard way. Keep it small, keep it tight, keep it real.
A selfie by Colin Powell. Yes that Colin Powell, He’s dappertastic, isn’t he? Even his lampshade is at a jaunty angle.
And this. This is how I feel right now.
Happy Friday! I’m off to work. xx