Things That Inspire

Bon Duke : The Erjonas
In collaboration with Prabal Gurung

Shia LaBeouf x Sigur Rós

Vids courtesy of Nowness
Phots courtesy of my Iphone


-MC 

The Lumineers

Lets just call a spade, a spade, I love Indie-Folk music.

Toss in some well written lyrics, and I'm hooked.

 It's totally the Sasky girl in me.

And besides I am allowed to miss home now and then.

"Ho Hey"

"Stubborn Love"

"Flapper Girl"

"Flowers In Your Hair"

When we were younger we thought
Everyone was on our side
Then we grew a little bit
And romanticized the time I saw
Flowers in your hair
It takes a boy to live
It takes a man to pretend he was there

So then we grew a little and knew a lot
And how we demonstrated it to the cops
And all the things we said
We were self-assured

Cause it's a long road to wisdom
But it's a short one
To being ignored

Be in my eyes
Be in my heart
Be in my eyes ai yai yai
And be in my heart

So now I think that I could
Love you back
And I hope it's not too late cause you're attractive
And the way you move
I won't close my eyes
It takes a man to live
It takes a woman to make him compromise

Be in my eyes
Be in my heart
Be in my eyes ai yai yai
And be in my heart




Special thanks to Rat for sharing your exceptional taste with me, yet again.

-MC 

Beautiful Garbage

Some people say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

What do you think? 

Ciao

-MC 

Bimba & Lola

About two weeks ago, I decided I needed to purchase a new bag in order to properly fulfil my role as "Nanny". I needed one that was big enough to fit Kleenex,  five different varieties of snacks, my one litter water bottle, three juice boxes, stuffed animals and hand sanitiser. In addition to my personal effects.

I ended up with a mustard canvas tote, from Bimba & Lola. Which will double as a nice school bag, when I return home. Since Nannying is a labour of love, my (non existent) disposable income is minimal. So, I have to be frugal (such an ugly word) when shopping. Don't look for the tote on the post, its to boring to make the cut. Big Sigh**

Anyway, have a peek at a few of my favourites from the collection.

Lets have a chat about these mint green metallic shorts shall we?

 [ Click Here To See The Website ]

Ciao Darlings

-MC

Tidbits from Big Red

Watching, but not waiting [Pontifex Maximus]

I could be your greatest bridge builder.
Your Pontifex Maximus.

Over everything the light caresses and everything the darkness covers.

My bridge can carry you to the other side

Over the deepest crevasses and poisonous waters
Over the densest of jungles and ravenous beasts

My bridge would carry you to the other side

Where I will be sitting, but not waiting.
Watching you play with your matches.

Careful,
Careful
Now.

"Well what is on the other side that is so great anyway?"
You shout to me from across the ravine.

"Nothing" I reply smiling crookedly to myself

 Because I know you wont believe me,
 Even through its completely true.

So I sit, watching, but not waiting.

-MC

A human like bird

The bars of my cell are thick 

And most likely made of steel.

But I'm singing

There are no windows and no light.

But I'm singing

There is no door, and keys don't exist.

But I'm singing 

Like a dove

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, 

you make me happy when sky's are grey..."

Surely I've gone insane...

Because love is for crazy people

But then again maybe, I'm a bird?

"So I hung my head and I cried, you

 are my sunshine my only sunshine..."

-MC

That stranger who smelled like a thousand nights and a million mornings

When you smell a lovers scent in the street, don't close your eyes.

Not even for a second

It's not them, they are not there.

As you do your best to gasp for fresh air, in the monsoon of memories now flooding your senses

Just remember, 

That smell is not him, his, or yours

Anymore.

[But man did that stranger smell good]

-MC

Father Time 

Waltzing on crumbling ground, I gaze into your eyes and see the most amazing worlds
You whisper me a kiss goodbye as I begin to crumble too.
A million pieces.

By the time I un-crumble myself and when I want to makes angles
You wont be waiting, because you don't deserve to be.

I weep in the arms of Father Time, but he says nothing and
I receive no consolidation

He smiles like the devil and takes a long drag on his pipe.
Silently, petting my hair

Feeling mocked and naive, I retreat into my blankety darkness
Where I can peacefully
Wallow in my humility

Plus five, minus five
We always said

-MC