three months ago you were like a deer staring at the first winter snow...

(these are not the gin ones yet...)

we paved paradise and put up a parking lot.

well we did. didn't we.

photo by mártin

from a haunted land where nature dances the minuet with people and danced with me in those old bygone days.

i tried out my first film experiment tonight...for the last 2 hours i've been soaking a film

(more of chloe) in a jar of gin. i had to pin a blanket to the window and turn all the lights off and hide in the bathroom under a blanket. then unwind the film pop it in the jar and hide it inside a tea tin...then carefully climb the stairs to the bedroom in the dark and stick it in a drawer. if it works i think i'll buy a bottle of cheap gin as at the moment

chloe's undeveloped face is resting in my finest tanqueray!

gypsy sleep.

when i was a kid and i'd go stay with my dad, i used to meet people who lived in house buses...though in my romantic imagination

they were gypsy caravans....it made a big impression on me. i still remember these beautiful women -one half indian, black eyes and

john lennon glasses. and another with so much red hair. wild curls in the light.

Once there came a storm in the form of a girl...

. she is the muse of the moment.

thursday in the park/sun warms the heart/but not the fingers.

that's my first haiku right there. x

the people are pouring out into the streets like happy drunken toothpaste...

the lovely roses. miss georgina rose, looking like she's stepped out of rear window.

and chloe 'i don't want to go to ballet mummy' rose.

bonjour tristesse

oh jean seberg. just look at her - padding about the french riviera in blue shirts

and swimsuits - being terribly naughty. she's such a joy!

windows.

here is the last of chloe-rose in her windows of light. little chlod. how i adore her.

tiny genius that she is...i also took lots of film and polaroids of her on these days which will appear soon.

the highway bent it's long smooth anchor about my neck...

beautiful doll. sad clown.

chloe-rose.

for an art school project of hers....something to do with self narrative - and smooshing your face against glass...

there were some pretty grotesque ones! this was such a fun day. wet white sheets and french baguettes.

there are some beautifully disturbing ones we did in the shower...but i'm not allowed to show any booby on the blog says chloe-rose. x

"...I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent..."

roberto rubalcava's photos are more than beautiful. they are a dream of life.

today i had my 40th follower x thank you so much to everyone who comes to visit me, and especially to everyone

who leaves me lovely little notes. it means the world. xx misma.