We are the music makers. And the dreamers of the dreams.

Marc by marc Jacobs silk shorts.
H&M striped top.
Steve Madden taupe suede platform boots.
Vamp Chanel lipstick.
Freshly cut bangs.

Yea. It's a good day.


Love,
Jen


VIII

'cause she's a crueller mistress.

Im apologizing in advance to my roommates for the overload of Florence you will have starting now....if there is such a thing. I cannot express how much each video strongly supports my need to go shopping with this woman. She's absolutely mesmerizing.   

While "What the water gave me" is my favorite of the two songs for the moment, "Shake it off" is undeniably visually stunning...maybe due to the fact that the wardrobe screams Tom Ford, teasing tattoo glimpses are present, and gypsy tendencies among high society bring a fulfilling sense to the song. 

I need say no more.

Love,

Jen

VIII

therapy.

I need some Doc Martens.

Any people willing to contribute to this special, life changing cause, let me know asap.

My fall wardrobe will appreciate it significantly.

Many thanks.

Love,

Jen

VIII

pearls.

Evelyn Mchale, Robert Wiles, 1947

At first glance, the shot above is beautiful.

Yet, then the eye adjusts increasingly, letting details come alive and comprehended. What could have been mistaken for glimmers of a liquid metal material are finally seen in their true form; shattered glass on a dented car. Her pose is no pose at all, just what gravity decided to leave her body as once it was done with it. She holds tight to her pearls as a sign of everything she wanted, but didnt feel she rightly deserved. At 23, Evelyn McHale leapt off the Empire State Building to fall 1050 feet to the ground...and for what?  

Did it change her family? Was a valuable lesson learned?

Or was she to be a muse all along? The center of an art student's inspiration, a symbol of fragility at its best, or even a tribute to a death that achieved beauty beyond its average measure...

At first, the shot is beautiful. Yet, with a second take it becomes even more so.

Evelyn. I hope you found it.

Love,

Jen

VIII 

Blur your eyes, watch the streetlights become hundreds of ghosts going home.

World, stop spinning... for I cannot hold on any longer.

Let me exist without you.

Let me free.

Can I exist without you? Can I float holding hands with cosmic fires in the depths of the above?

 Can I lie in the fields of light without worries and doubts?

No, no I cannot.

So world stop spinning...

or I might just have to adjust.

Love,

Jen

VIII

lift a rock and i am there. split a piece of wood and you will find me.

Perhaps he is within us. Or maybe we learn to find him within ourselves in times of true strength...we learn to adjust and deal with the obstacles that confront us because we finally believe we can. Our souls experience a "divine" power drive it through farther and farther away towards a side led by enlightenment.
At times Ive doubted whether ive ever felt true faith inhabit my heart; I know I have certainly envied those who have had their lives genuinely led by it. But then again, envy cannot go hand in hand with faith, perhaps that has been one of many mistakes.
Perhaps...it is that "perhaps" has more power than you believe you give it. It can take over and quite simply, just limit your abilities for the fear that embodies you is all that the world can see. Its all YOU can see..thus, its all He sees at the moment. Until you say "perhaps" no more..He wont see the potential. You wont see it.

I'd like to take hold of a star now. I'd like to let the fire burn the palm of my hand with its intensity, while being certain that there is no way I will ever release it.

Clams Casino is my new addiction. Perfect for writing, painting, walking, thinking, breathing...think u guys get my point. haha ;]



Love,
Jen


VIII

its 10:18.

"You were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. But the way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew."

Love,

Jen

VIII