A recurring thought.
It makes me shiver.
It makes me think of all the people that left without giving any of their music to the world. No one told them they could. So they were afraid.
So many beautiful ideas left to float up in the air until another time, another soul. What a loss for world.
It pisses me off.
Independent 24-year-long study shows:
If you can wash your face without the help of a hairband, you are probably sporting a SHORT hair.
However, most interestingly, if you can wash your face without the help of a hairband, BUT need a little help of a shoulders-up-stance, there is no doubt you have a LONG hair.
All hairband users, sorry but you are un-definable.
Resourceful sketch from the research
So for the past couple of weeks I’ve been carelessly frolicking around hand in hand with FOP (what?! he came to visit! really liked my apple strudel!), thinking my online work is a super-secret life of mine, when all of a sudden, this Wednesday evening my friend @sivinjski tweetpics me this:
Pssst… Come closer – I’m going to tell you my secret. I’m a sucker for street fashion. It is one of my biggest Internet pleasures. Sometimes I will go for a quick style-fix and just get lost in street fashion blogs for much longer than intended.
There is one street fashion blog I especially adore, because each and every photograph is so effortlessly atmospheric and story-telling. I don’t know if it’s because of the city’s beautiful streets (tiled sidewalks! tall windows! bikes!), the ridiculously stylish people, or the casual atmosphere, but Copenhagen Street Style rocks some seriously great style.
A couple of weeks ago, I took this inspiration away from my closet and onto my blank paper. Here are two ta-dah!s I wanted to show you: continue reading…
No, not you, my dearest, probably first reader. I want to tell you about an elephant that came the day I finished this blog design. He sat at my desk each time I wanted to write a blog post. He would just take the laptop, doing nothing but blocking my way to the keyboard. I couldn’t write a single teeny tiny “Hello, World!” post or anything. I’ve been ignoring him for weeks, but that is the last thing you want to do, if you want the elephant gone. What you want to do is, find out who he is, and talk to him. Just engage in some small talk and see if you two can find a common ground. So I did that. Ladies and gentlemen, meet FOP – my Fear Of Publishing.
