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Beautiful things don't ask for attention. 

There is a truth I will teach my daughters. There is a song worth singing. 

[Images compiled by Sibella Court for The Lane]

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Hedi Slimane

Killer lines. Unexpected angles. Black-and-whites. Rock star sensibilities.

[Images via Hedi Slimane Diary]

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ANONYMOUS.

 

A little bit in love with these shots by Purienne for Zulu & Zephyr's new collection. The emerging label impressively toes the line between tropical luxe and Australian nonchalance - but its the way that Purienne shoots women and the gaze that really gets me. 

A running theme in my consciousness right now. You'll see. 

[Photos from Wolfcub Chronicles]

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Less than one month until I can tick one of the most magical places on earth off my travel bucket list - MOROCCO.

There is nothing I could say to express my level of excitement, wonder, thrill and joy.

[Images: Adrian Morris, ShineByThree]

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In honour of post #50 - one of my all time favourite photographers Akila Berjaoui.

Some home-turf shots from this usually more European-Summer-dreams inclined Aussie talent. 

[Images: Akila Berjaoui]

XXXII

Scott Schuman's black and white candids part II.

XXXI

LOVING the black and white candid's Scott Schuman (The Sartorialist) is doing at the moment.

XXII

Days like these lead to

Nights like this leads to

Love like ours

You light the spark in my bonfire heart.

People like us we don't

Need that much just some

One that starts

Starts the spark in our bonfire hearts…

(Source: James Blunt, The Lane)

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"The more digitally dependant we become - and today we really are, we like to press buttons - I think the more craftsmanship is celebrated."

"Imagination and problem solving are a really big part of great work, there are no great artists who don't solve problems. Often it just comes down to finding the most beautiful solution."

- Heidi Moore-Gill, Vogue Australia Oct 2013

The most editorially enthralling issue with such on-point content I've had the pleasure of devouring in a long long while.
Cheers, VOGUE
- S

(Images: Fashion Gone Rogue)

XVI

If ever I've stopped dreaming I've stopped living.

I dream because dreams are the predecessors of life’s most beautiful realities.

I dream because there are those who do not know that it is within their possession to dream; and to know but not do is worse than not to know at all.

Dreams are wildfires. They are lily of the valley’s growing through the cracks of a devastated, deserted earth. They are stellar constellations hand-picked and hand-placed by a celestial, eternal, everything deity. Dreams are higher than hope, deeper than desire, stronger than steadfast, headier than the highest intelligence or loftiest philosophy.

Dreams are more. They are exponential. They are high, and mighty, and good, and grand, and everything, and all things, and always and lovelier and lighter and brighter, and better. Dreams are the cornerstones of heaven. They are not to be bought and sold. They are to be trod lightly around, placed in delicate jars of glass and copper wire, hung upon high places and strung with lights of a golden hue. They are to be toasted with good wine, and celebrated with good food, and thought of, and gestured toward, and unashamedly proclaimed in the midst of friends and foes alike.

They are everything.

Dreaming is everything. When you dream you have everything, are everything. Only you can take that privilege away. Only you can lock it up tight. Don’t, dear heart. Don’t fret. Don’t lock. Don’t hide. Dream. 

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"'Cause a little bit of summer's what the whole year's all about." - JM

(Images: ShineByThree, Unknown, Cass Bird)

XI

i carry your heart with me

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. E. Cummings

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"Maybe I could stay a while... I'm talkin bout all of the time." 

- 'A Face to Call Home', JM

(Image: Nirrimi)