enjoy the silence.

hey there, phoebs.

i am currently rocking out to a mix of crystal castles + depeche mode on grooveshark, so i'm feeling moody and darkly glamorous. feeling, not quite being, seeing as i'm sitting here in very mismatched pajamas, glasses, and with my hair looking like a piss-poor version of shakira's in the 'la tortura' video. #sexual.

i just sent my resume off to the woman at the philly art museum, so keep your fingers tightly crossed that something positive may come out of that rather fragile limb. i've been feeling a bit uninspired as of late (as evinced by the write-up i submitted to my time out editor, who promptly rejected it and told me to rewrite it). i've been consuming massive amounts of literature this summer, and my mind feels so flat and calm, like a lake that so perfectly reflects the sky that gravity, physics, and all other natural laws are utterly suspended by the sight of a perfectly inverted world. i am the looking glass; i haven't quite sorted which side i'd like to tumble into in a windmill of angular elbows and knees.

in the meantime, here is a photographer i think you might like (provided, of course, that you don't already know him): david hamilton. see ethereal fairy-images above. he's evidently been slammed for the pornographic nature of his images. little do those carnivorous critics know that even girls place lolita on a flower-laden altar for background noise, rather than direct emulation.

i've also been amassing a folder of inspiration for life & living, namely our apartment for what will be a very glorious senior year. i'll share them with you at a future date.

i hope all is going well today. xx.