Monday, February 28, 2011

Sunday, February 27, 2011

effeuille-moi le coeur


effeuille-moi le coeur
je me ferai fleur
et tu seras jardinier
effeuille-moi
au lit de ton jardin
je voudrai vivre l'éternité




Thursday, February 24, 2011

Monday, February 21, 2011

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Monday, February 14, 2011

♥ Ophelias ♥



I've always been obsessed with Ophelia, I can't help but feel her presence sometimes
and then there is nothing else to do but draw her



Sunday, February 13, 2011

♥ a valentine story ♥








If I had to tell you a bedtime story, my darling, it'd be the story of lily and fawn; how they met and how they kissed, how lily was born into the world out of seafoam, how the sky bloomed into white blossoms when mama held the tiny bud in her arms and how fawn was born with dark sad eyes, with his legs all crooked and his brittle bones shaking. It'd be the story of you and I because it's the only story I seem to recollect whenever someone asks. Our story is one of blurry dreams and broken mirrors, ophelias blinded with melancholy and glass slippers tearing through delicate feet. It's about you and the devilish grin you've perfected into a smile that melts me into pools of flora and honey, it's about me and my lamb clothes hiding the wolf, it's about us and the terrifyingly beautiful thing we've been together. Never let me go, my dearest, never forget my name, the sorrow and the overwhelming joy you've brought into my life. Come, my lovely ghost, with your bloody hands and your sailor eyes and wash me ashore, crush me with the weight of your love, keep me, steal me, lay down beside me and listen to my story, it's about you and me, lily and fawn, let the love bleed, let the love bloom...

with undying love..

c*

Thursday, February 10, 2011

♥ dreamy girl ♥


daily doodle

♥ suzanne ♥


If you have ever listened to Françoise Hardy's cover of Leonard Cohen's song Suzanne, you'll understand this...



Une blessure étrange dans le coeur


Tuesday, February 8, 2011

♥ daily doodle (part 2) ♥



Today I was listening to Françoise Hardy's Soleil, so I made a little doodle of her










I also had darling Frida Kahlo in my mind..



Monday, February 7, 2011

♥ daily doodle ♥


"here, here, don't cry little love"

If there is a pencil or a pen on my hands, I'm probably doodling, it's almost a reflex, something that is stronger than me. I've always doodled, since I was very small. All my school work and sometimes even tests were covered with tiny doodles and sad-eyed girls..


"heartache goes well with roses"


"kitten eyeliner"


"...and the things she dreams she'll tell no one"

Saturday, February 5, 2011


Lovey-dovey-silly-me, most mornings fly out the window as I get lost in the memory of your deep dark fawn eyes, that big Italian nose I like to surround with my rosebud lips leaving lipstick stains on your face…I think of you day and night darling, when I go to sleep and when I close my bedroom door, because if I lived in dreams, I would lived with you. All these housewife dreams haunt me wherever I go yet the only reason I am not your housewife yet is because you do not have a home, you see? We are both tangled in this life, with the most precious music playing in the background but without dancing shoes. I have always been the same, swan, pearl, lily, lover yet you’ve become so many different things in front of my eyes, it’s hard to keep track anymore… You’ve come blazed in gold, armful of flowers and treasures like a thug; you’ve come with blood-dyed hands, covered in war wounds, to lay on my lap and be healed and taken care of like a child. Ask me to fix a life that has no possibility of being mended and I will dive for the sea and bring home the pearls. If there is something I’ve found out being with you is that I am fucking restless, fearless, I’ll crawl through mud, I’ll walk the extra mile, I’ll cry and I’ll whine but I’ll always get my way. if I ever had to murder someone in your name, I’d be damn sure the weapon could never be found and If I could ask for one thing in the whole wide world is for something, someone to protect me from what I want because I know it’ll be the death of me. Lovey-dovey-silly-me does not believe in happy endings anymore, I just get by hoping one day I can find a way to outlive the madness and stay, stay wherever you are, for the longest time, without ever dreaming of running away

(haunting photograph by Allison Scarpulla)