i get by with a little help from my friends.

sometimes all you need is a little lovin from a friend who's been away too long.

What would you think if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm,I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends.

Do you need anybody?
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.

What do I do when my love is away.
(Does it worry you to be alone)
How do I feel by the end of the day
(Are you sad because you're on your own)
No, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, get high with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, gonna to try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody?
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.

Would you believe in a love at first sight?
Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time.
What do you see when you turn out the light?
I can't tell you, but I know it's mine.
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm I get high with a little help from my friends,
Oh, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody?
I just need someone to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
Ooh, I get high with a little help from my friends
Yes I get by with a little help from my friends,
with a little help from my friends

<3 you laulie

walking on a dream.

good food.
good wine.
coloured nail polish.
shoes.

peter pan's room.

good vibes all round in this retro loft up in the sky. x

these feelings won't go away.

i saw a circus.

some days are best filled with random activities.
a game of ping pong anyone?
meet a rasta on the side of the road.
anywhere.
vuvuzela shaped pieces of sea weed along an abandoned beach.
bird watching.
driving roads for the first time.
lighthouses.
an eerie circus on a derelect school field.
blowing bubbles on swings.
camels.
recycled art.
drinks with old friends.
plenty of roleys.
a glass of red.
a toasted zarm.
an english accent.
a retro studio with irredescent lighting.
bongo drums and more red wine.
skating videos and music videos.
the roof of a studio with a 360 degree view of the city...
everybody love everybody.

sowing the seed.

a madder jol i haven't been to in a while. i heart trains. did someone say free beer? a dog in a patterned jumper. i dare you to lick a cactus. and he did. take a sip, look down and the sun is setting in the bottom of your glass.

some free fish eagle anyone?

autumn sun and chilling on grassy banks. business meetings with old and new friends. if you know what i mean. the first band blew my mind. must remember to google their name.

you reap what you sow. we sowed. and it was sensational.

skating on thin ice.

you know you've had a good night when you wake up on the kitchen floor covered in hummus and spooning a loaf of bread. that's a happy birthday to you travys owen. big ups to trav for his really rad printed skate boards that were sold at yours truly in long street on friday night. the man's got style.

floetry friday.

The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

photograph taken in Hout Bay, Cape Town

sunday braai.

there's something so south african about a braai. the smell of lamb chops sizzling away on the grid. some good red wine. autumn sun through the trees. a breeze.

shroom it up with these tasty black mushrooms stuffed with basil, sundried tomatoes and feta cheese. put them on the braai for 5-10 minutes.

girl sees love.

i carry your heart with me
ee cummings

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 the 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)

going places.

a raliway road along the sea. musicians busking old jams on the train. seafood at the brass bell. quaint streets oozing history. a cluttered china shop with rooms of old tea sets. a missed coffee at tribecca bakery. a sweet ride home with perfect light. old friends and good company. sensational sunday.

creative collaboration by dani forword and sam dormehl. pics shot in kalk bay, cape town.

farmyard flamjangling.

a sunday shoot. a derelect farmyard. some vintage clothing gems. a bottle of vino. and some friends.

have a great weekend.

to all my dearest friends accross the world. this one's for you:

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
life to the lees. All times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
that loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vexed the dim sea. I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known---cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honored of them all---
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades
Forever and forever when I move.

extract from Ulysess, by Alfred Lord Tennyson

floetry friday.

the dark and twisted, uncanny and somewhat tormented poetry of sylvia plath...



Mushrooms

Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly

Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.

Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.

Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,

Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams,
Earless and eyeless,

Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes. We

Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking

Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!

We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,

Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:

We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot's in the door.