Wednesday, July 29
Tuesday, July 28
Pärlhöns.
Yesterday Sylvia and I played around a bit with feathers and some tar. Here's one of the photographs.
xox
Emily
Monday, July 27
Sunday, July 26
Saturday, July 25
Thursday, July 23
"Then I got and went to the bathroom door and asked her if there was anything I could get her.
'Thank you,' she whispered. 'Just go out and get me yesterday and most of today,' she said. 'I want them back.'
'Is that all?' I said. 'Just yesterday and today?'
'That's all,' she said. 'Thank you.'
'I would if I could, Franny,' I told her.
'I know,' she said. I heard her sinking slowly into the tub.
'I'm okay,' she whispered. 'Nobody got the fucking me in me.'
'I love you,' I whispered.
She didn't answer me, and I went back to bed."
Excerpt from The Hotel New Hamsphire by John Irving, which was part of my summer reading. I loved this part and read it aloud to people several times. Now you got to read it too.
xox
Emily
Wednesday, July 22
Wednesday, July 15
Friday, July 10
Thursday, July 9
I've been in a dryspell lately, due mostly to work. There's just so much to be done before I go on vacation, I don't have the time or energy to put into photography right now. So I browse Yyellowbird's photos instead. This girl is so talanted it hurts.
xox
Emily
Monday, July 6
Sunday, July 5
I've had a flash back to the 90's. I collect old issues of Vogue and my last find was the 1994 October issue: so inspiring! I've also listened to TLC's Fanmail, been invited to a 90's themed party and reminisced about Models Inc. So now all I want is to wear spaghetti strap dresses over tight T-shirts and use too much taupe lip liner again. Lovely.
xox
Emily
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