~ Digging deeper ~

BluedoorflowerDigging deeper with a few questions from Style Statement

I love: ideas and images, a warm breeze, vintage instant photography, dreams, proper coffee, perfumes. A day of friendship followed by a few days of solitude. Visiting new countries. Silk quilts. The perfectly-packed suitcase. Old photo albums. Sharing. Reading poetry. Giraffes. Statement jewellery. Heart-to-hearts. Eating out. Staying at home. Being independent. The ocean. Flea markets.

I want to travel: to San Francisco. The desire to go to this city has been such a constant for so many years I’m amazed I haven’t managed the trip yet. Soon…

Philosophy on money: it’s energy that can be used to make your dreams a reality (investing in books, workshops, travel). I’m not particularly interested in material possessions or status symbols, but I am very interested in paying my rent and bills on time and using what I earn to make good things.

One outfit for the rest of my life
: skinny jeans, silk kaftan top, chunky silver jewellery

I find sexy: confidence, height and hairy chests. If they’re wearing dark jeans and flip flops I’m a gonner.

My philosophy on friendship: I’m a loyal friend who needs a lot of space. I’ll always be honest with you. I’ve had to learn to let some friendships go that were bringing my energy down – it always hurts. 

Art that has moved me: exhibitions of work by Tamara de Lempicka, Lucian Freud and photographer Francesca Woodman stick out in my mind. All the rest fades away. I remember my reaction to the Sensation exhibition at the Royal Academy in 1997 was mild disinterest.

Tools of my trade: my cameras, my computers, my notebooks, my eyes.

My inner rhythm: ebbs and flows. I can be very alert in the mornings, and another day it’s the evening.

Favourite scent
: currently obsessed with tuberose.

I nourish my well-being: with plenty of time to read and recharge at home; with water and juices; walks outside with my camera and soulful time with my family.

I feel uncomfortable: when sitting in an office. It never worked for me and I was a lousy employee (in my heart; in the real world I appeared conscientious)

A completely outrageous thing I’d like to own
: a turquoise VW camper van

Very interested in: helping others to look inside themselves to find their true voice; sharing what I know.

A small part of me: yearns to be kissed. Her voice is getting louder by the day.

Creative means to me: writing, sharing, teaching, inspiring, remembering, recording, planning, dreaming.

Sensual means to me
: tactile, perfumed, delicious, luxurious, flirty, confident, womanly, knowing.

~ My mother’s day* ~

Mum_ab
From Blossoms

From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches.

From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the backgroud; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

Li-Young Lee, From Rose

* Happy Birthday, Mum. I love you xo

Mum

~ Brit bloggers unite ~

Emma_dress500[Emma and her beautiful dress]

I do some of my best brain-storming in Starbucks, iPod plugged in, caffeine on a drip and notebook in hand. The iPod not only focusses my mind but also drowns out the cackles and hollers from the teenage girls that sit in packs on the sofas, slurping their frappucinos and hot chocolates. However, if you'd have visted Starbucks yesterday you would have witnessed six thirty-something bloggers sitting in a circle doing a fair amount of cackling and hollering themselves.

Of course, we sounded like a bunch of geeks, talking about stats and comments and Squam; about who knows who, with their strange code names like Dooce and Swirly [sidenote: obviously none of us know Dooce personally]. Sloping away from Jamie's and his impossible waiting times we retired to Wagamama for noodles and green tea; more coffee came later, and a pit stop by the weir for the all-important photoshoot:

Bathgirlies500[Bath babes: Jo, Emma and Penny, Leonie and Megg]

Thank you for a wonderful day, ladies – I'll see you all very soon!