Pockets full of stones

 

To listen: Florence & The Machine - WHAT THE WATER GAVE ME

“When the Day of Judgment dawns and people, great and small, come marching in to receive their heavenly rewards, the Almighty will gaze upon the mere bookworms and say to Peter, “Look, these need no reward. We have nothing to give them. They have loved reading.” 

Potser Virginia Woolf s'havia cansat fins i tot de llegir quan el març de 1941 es va summergir al riu Ouse amb les butxaques plenes de pedres sense cap mena de vacil·lació, fins a ofegar-se. Fa poc que he redescobert els seus llibres (estic tornant a llegir Orlando). És difícil no fer-ho després de la vibrant cançó de Florence and The Machine (sí, aquesta pèlroja de gran personalitat que sembla una musa prerafaelista grunge), que per mi ha sigut una de les millors d'aquest 2011 que s'acaba:

Oh, my love, don't forsake me.
Take what the water gave me.

Lay me down,
let the only sound
be the overflow.
Pockets full of stones.

 Jaqueta de pell Mango (old)

Faldilla vintage

Mitges Asos (FW 11-12')
Diadema H&M (old)

Sabates La Redoute (FW 11-12')

At last the secret is out

 

To listen: Carla Bruni - AT LAST THE SECRET IS OUT.

 

At last the secret is out,
as it always must come in the end,
the delicius story is ripe to tell
to tell to the intimate friend;
over the tea-cups and into the square
the tongues has its desire;
still waters run deep, my dear,
there's never smoke without fire.

Behind the corpse in the reservoir,
behind the ghost on the links,
behind the lady who dances
and the man who madly drinks,
under the look of fatigue
the attack of migraine and the sigh
there is always another story,
there is more than meets the eye.

For the clear voice suddently singing,
high up in the convent wall,
the scent of the elder bushes,
the sporting prints in the hall,
the croquet matches in summer,
the handshake, the cough, the kiss,
there is always a wicked secret,
a private reason for this.
                            (W. H. Auden)

Vestit Pineapple (?)

Mitges Asos ( AW 11')

Bolso Luna Llena (old)

Sabates La Redoute (AW 11')

Winter winds

 

Song of the day: Mumford and sons - WINTER WINDS

Un dia, fa molts i molts anys, en una visita excepcional, el rei Alfons XIII va pujar per aquestes escales. No sóc gaire mitòmana, i molt menys monàrquica, però em resulta divertit i curiós fer les sessions de fotos en llocs que temps enrere han tingut una significació molt diferent, i que els seus aristòcrates constructors mai varen pensar que acabarien servint d'escenari a una blogger aficionada.

Els fantasmes d'aquells aristòcrates decimonònics em miren per les finestres. Encara hi són, (muts, pacients, orgullosos) per molt que hagin restaurat mínimament la mansió i li hagin pres l'aspecte amenaçador i lúgubre dels palaus abandonats. Sembla que el vent fred que bufa i que em fa tremolar el provoqui la seva ira al veure com la seva mansió és ara objecte d'aquestes frivolitats (que si el vestit blau marí i el jersei vermell, el mocador de puntets negres al coll, que si les sabates de color de sorra...També una diadema amb un enorme llaç vermell que m'he acabat traient)., però m'agrada pensar que encara que s'escandalitzin els diverteixo. Benvolguts fantasmes, d'ençà que van marxar els paletes, m'estàveu esperant...?

A long, long time ago, king Alfons XIII came up this stairs. I don't tend to adore old legends and I am not a monarchist girl, but it's pretty funny and curious doing my sessions in places that years before had a totally different meaning. It's sure that it's aristocratic builders never thought that their magnificient houses would be a stage for a amateur blogger.

The aristocrate phantoms are looking at me throught the window. They are still there (silent, patient, proud), however much now the mansion has been restored, although it's ancient menacing and dismal appearence has been taken.

It seems that this cold winds that makes me shiver are "only" their anger. The navy dress, the red cardigan, the foulard, the brown shoes...And also a red diadem with a big ribbon that I ended up to take off. What a frivolity! But.. I like to think that, although they are shocked, I entretain them.

My dear important people's phantoms, did you wainting for (someone like) me since the bricklayers left?

Vestit  La Redoute

Cardigan Pull & Bear

Bolso  Mango

Mitges Asos

Sabates Pull & Bear

The melancholy days are come

 

Song of the day: Johnny Cash - HEART OF GOLD

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear.
                          (William Cullen Bryant)

Vestit Zara (old)

Mitges H&M

Cinturó Mango

Sabates Pull & Bear

Bolso Parfois (old)