long gone

sing a siren song, because i am evil

nearly every evening at 11pm, John Schafer on New Sounds has his way
with me. this lonely sunday evening full of work is no exception.
i was slain the moment i dialed in, which was a couple minutes late.
maybe i'm feeling melancholic but the new sounds immediately sparked
my interest. here is the podcast of the show i listened to. it is all about music
inspired by Homer's Odyssey and the Isle of the Sirens. i mean, simply brilliant.
i'm searching for a mp3 or video of the Laurel MacDonald Sirenaria piece
i fancied. this particular song reminds me of when i was quite young and
my family and i would drive back home to Iowa after visiting St. Louis in our
old school blue Mercades and we would listen to Hearts of Space. learning
to chill with music at such a ripe age. it also seems fitting because i put a
mermaid sticker up by my night light in the car. i recall being quite upset
when the wheels were sold because i was so fond of the sticker.
i had quite a kinship with it and used to talk to it and the moon as
we would drive along through the night. little kids are the coolest weirdos.

i am compassion and i am cruel

thunder perfect mind crossed my thoughts today.
sometimes there is need for a bit of nostalgia.
and i dream about finding the lip print dress.
and to dance in it to smoky jazz in berlin.
(travel need addition: trip back to berlin in 2010)
thunder perfect mind, jordan and ridley scott for prada, 2005

those faces, they remember

this face i'd seen so many times

sat across from and shared with

watching emilia, she is always thinking

her hair back in braids, whitened now

she is mostly quiet but always thinking

i try to convey how my time spent with her those six years ago was so influential to me

i hope i did somehow

i attempt to explain in broken italian how i was nostalgic for her fig jam

and i made my version in her honor and now i make it every autumn

people here, remember me when they see me

that is a strange feeling

that they remember when they see me, until they see me they have forgotten

iranian mountain boots

the moment i saw these at the end of summer they informed my nostalgia for the

sight of my fathers old climbing boots and his cliff side tales in his high climbing days in iran.

a bit climber speed lacer and a shade stiff militant. so in turn, familial associations influence purchases.

leather boots by ld tuttle and screenprint by idle^kings

 

mon coeur perdu

i lost my heart...

locket and i'm crushed.

the one that i have fondly worn for years.

in a fit of stress and missing deadlines it fell off my person

and its nowhere to be found.

i swear to all the greek gods, once it saved my life.

i was riding my bike in italy and was hit with a jagged glass bottle in 

what would be the base of my neck

but my heart was there and the glass ricocheted off it.

leaving me stunned and slashed neck free.

i swear it. it had a dent in it to prove my tale.

it looked like this...

i could replace it with many life savers...

tom binns multi heart locket necklace

full to the brim

today, i felt brief nostalgia for this proenza schouler spring 2007 collection

and the take on the zorro hat, consider this foreshadowing.

exquisite jam for nice poets

last august i became wildly nostalgic for my italian mum, emilias' fig jam

so i searched and researched and came up with my perfect fig jam for nice poets.

2 pounds of fresh juicy figs (i like black mission)

about 2 cups of water

1 pound superfine (caster) sugar

juice and zest of 1 lemon

large pinch of cinnamon

clean and boil ball jars

clean, trim and chop figs

boil water, add sugar, stir til dissolved

add figs, lemon and cinnamon and cook down, stirring quite often

i prefer to cook it down to about a quarter of its mass

fill jars, put lids on and boil again

enjoy with fancy butter and fresh bread

ojos de los gatos

the perfect eyeglasses. marni. i just want to look like my mum 

when she was eight and had cat eyes.

bones and tangerines.

prada autumn 2008

the raddest colour combination in ages. hit it early for spring 2008. makes me nostalgic for 

when i wanted to dye the underside of my hair the shade of bone nude. but ended up with

blood red instead. all is well, as i'm still connected to my association with blood and bones. 

thanks to emily for that.

red sand/black sand

as of late i'm feeling nostalgic for the time in these photos, in santorini, greece.

the ocean and its colours. more on this and the film xxy.