LXXIX

Write about what you know.
Write about ethnicity, and love, and love of difference.
Write about wrongs and rights and righting wrongs, and the wrongs that are the hardest to make right. Perhaps the ones you can't.
Write about fantasy and make-believe, the things you're scared to think. The things you can't think when you're awake. The things you dream.
Write about what you know so they it can know it you too.

[Image: Rachell Smith for Rhye album cover 'Woman']

LXXVIII

There is only one love language. "Die to self". 



[Words: Christine Caine]

LXXVII

A lifetime is barely enough. 

[Image form personal collection]

LXXVI

“Sometimes, we like to mess with your heads,” announced the promoter, the chatter fading as the audience focused on the stage. Their eyes rest on the girl with penetrant eyes of arctic blue. Standing beside him with an electric guitar, she’s beautiful, a little scary looking and all but aglow with a rare charisma. Encouraging welcoming applause, he concludes her introduction: “This is one of those times.”

- David Morrison

[Image: Kate Moss by Alasdair McLellan for Another Magazine A/W 2014]

LXXV

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]

LXXIV

Life doesn’t work the way people lead you to believe. It’s not always an upward slope. Sometimes there are downfalls. Sometimes there are pitfalls. Sometimes there are plummets back to the bottom where you started. Sometimes you lose your foothold. Sometimes you forget the direction you were heading in. Sometimes you lose the war. That’s how it is. 

But only sometimes. 

And sometimes, you win. 

[Images by Min Nomchong via Summersite]

LXXIII

Hedi Slimane

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

[Images via Hedi Slimane Diary]