Soignee Little Things

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Mon, 20 May 2013 00:13:43 +0100

saveflowers1: Art by Frank Cheyne Pape (1916) RUSSIAN STORY...

Fri, 10 May 2013 09:25:36 +0100

saveflowers1:

Art by Frank Cheyne Pape (1916) RUSSIAN STORY BOOK.

fyowls: Wild long eared Owl chick by Paul Miguel on Flickr.

Thu, 09 May 2013 23:14:51 +0100

fyowls:

Wild long eared Owl chick by Paul Miguel on Flickr.

http://apps.warnerbros.com/greatgatsby/avatarcreator/us …a...

Thu, 09 May 2013 22:22:20 +0100

http://apps.warnerbros.com/greatgatsby/avatarcreator/us

…allegedly this is me.

John Newman - Love Me Again (by JohnNewmanVEVO) Nice.

Thu, 09 May 2013 12:00:49 +0100

John Newman - Love Me Again (by JohnNewmanVEVO)

Nice.

omgthatdress: Dress Pierre Balmain, 1956 The Kyoto Costume...

Tue, 07 May 2013 13:07:10 +0100

omgthatdress:

Dress

Pierre Balmain, 1956

The Kyoto Costume Institute

omgthatdress: Court Suit 1810 The Metropolitan Museum of Art

Tue, 07 May 2013 11:32:22 +0100

omgthatdress:

Court Suit

1810

The Metropolitan Museum of Art

journaldelamode: Daphne Groeneveld by Mariano Vivanco for Muse...

Tue, 07 May 2013 11:17:48 +0100

journaldelamode:

Daphne Groeneveld by Mariano Vivanco for Muse Magazine

fyowls: Wild.. by Glifford on Flickr.

Tue, 07 May 2013 11:17:39 +0100

fyowls:

Wild.. by Glifford on Flickr.

prettycolors: #659fb8

Tue, 07 May 2013 11:17:32 +0100

prettycolors:

#659fb8

HOT NEW LOOKS FOR S/S 2014!!

Tue, 07 May 2013 11:10:08 +0100

HOT NEW LOOKS FOR S/S 2014!!

wgsn: Denim jacket? Dye effects? Neon? Check, check, check. See...

Tue, 07 May 2013 11:02:09 +0100

wgsn:

Denim jacket? Dye effects? Neon? Check, check, check. See what else is trending in-store with our womenswear S/S 13 mid-season deliveries report.

WGSN store shot, Rokit, London

oh jesus fucking christ, did they raid Clarissa Explains It All wardrobe department or something?

They’re removed the bloodthirsty lines from this, which I...

Mon, 06 May 2013 22:53:00 +0100

They’re removed the bloodthirsty lines from this, which I think might be removed from more modern versions because of the very Jingoistic nature of them:

Her sword is girded at her side, her helmet on her head,

And round her feet are lying the dying and the dead.

I hear the noise of battle, the thunder of her guns,

I haste to thee my mother, a son among thy sons.

…it still made me cry, though, and made me think of waving to England across the North Sea from Sweden because of:

I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above,

Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love;

The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test

I heard my country calling, away across the sea,

Across the waste of waters she calls and calls to me.

fairy-wren: Costa’s hummingbird. Photo by papatheo

Mon, 06 May 2013 21:12:20 +0100

fairy-wren:

Costa’s hummingbird. Photo by papatheo

Photo

Mon, 06 May 2013 19:16:31 +0100

Photo

Mon, 06 May 2013 08:12:48 +0100

shit sweden what is this bright stuff, woah. There’s...

Sun, 05 May 2013 15:15:52 +0100

shit sweden what is this bright stuff, woah. There’s several burnt crispy swedes outside, as that’s what us northern europeans do at the first hint of sun.

aronmel: “Nice, France” by HGruber on Flickr. aaw yiss. First...

Fri, 03 May 2013 12:52:05 +0100

aronmel:

“Nice, France” by HGruber on Flickr.

aaw yiss. First hit for “Nice, France” on the Tumbles and it’s showing the place I will be staying at. It’s the yellowish building on the first row if interested.

"After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: If anyone in the vicinity..."

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 21:45:52 +0100

“

After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

”

- Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via oliviacirce)

fairy-wren: Long-Eared Owl. Photo by Pepijn Hof

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 20:13:48 +0100

fairy-wren:

Long-Eared Owl. Photo by Pepijn Hof