a love poem

Riding, riding, up and down the hill,
Sweaty palms and slippery feet,
Thinking about the turns of the day,
Whilst the sun sets beyond you.

Reaching the top of the peak,
A beautiful view awaits you:
A Christmas tree amongst a cloudy sky,
Let's hope it doesn't rain.

Spiraling down the path at speed,
Tripping around the twists and turns,
Reaching a flat smooth surface,
Making time to fly.

One last look at the night -- and your
Journey's begun.

i'm not sure

i love the stacked, high sculptural shoes. they're incredible, like construction sites and collages.

imagine wearing them with all-black clothing-combinations: just amazing. black as chic and elegant; a blank canvas, as Pernet says. And the shoes are the artwork.

only for special outings though. imagine wearing this to a class though, even a lecture. it would be stupid, and maybe a bit funny.

but i wish i could wear some. for now, i'll stick with brogues and boat shoes, keds sneakers.

x.

Today's the day

Currently rearranging rooms.

5 minute wonders

What do you think?