Oh and one more thing - it was a beautiful- beautiful flight. Believe it or not but it almost looked like it has been painted after Jason Hawkes' photography.
Archive for November 2011
November 29, 2011
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I hold you in my heart
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in
my heart) I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear
No fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
E. Cummings
Here I am, again. Good night England.
November 25, 2011
Little girls in sparkly frocks waving spangly wands, pintsized brothers sporting neat partings and sulky faces; Dad sheepish in velvet reindeer horns, Mum’s Sugar Plum Fairy tiara heading south. It just has to be Christmas and a family outing to The Nutcracker ballet. It is the time of year for Nutcrackermania.
Tonight I'll spend my evening in the opera house with the Nutcracker
Nutcracker costumes shot by Rachel Papo
BACK TO DREAMS BY FACUNDO GARAY
“- Back To Dreams is about the feeling you have when you wake up from one of those dreams you do not want to wake up from, and you try your hardest to go back to sleep in order to continue dreaming the same.“
I've been dreaming a lot recently.
November 17, 2011
I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.
- Audrey Hepburn
I believe as well. Nothing is forever. Especially temporary homes.
Aerin Lauder holiday home, Aspen mountains
November 15, 2011
Dear Henry,
I have just seen our picture – BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S – this time with your score.
A movie without music is a little bit like an aeroplane without fuel. However beautifully the job is done, we are still on the ground and in a world of reality. Your music has lifted us all up and sent us soaring. Everything we cannot say with words or show with action you have expressed for us. You have done this with so much imagination, fun and beauty.
You are the hippest of cats – and the most sensitive of composers!
Thank you, dear Hank.
Lots of love
Audrey
Letter from my mailbox.
I miss my hippest cat.
