things i'm in love with

after a(n extra) long weekend at wanderlust whistler, and a few crazy weeks with work, and home, and lots of things happening with friends, and all of those things that get in the way of luxury time - what i call those moments in the day we get to spend alone, doing our own thing - i've succumbed to a summer cold. after a quick haircut (which - as i strongly feared, makes me look older than i am), and a quick peruse around my fave shop in vancouver, i finally headed home.... admitting to myself i needed to be in bed as much as possible.
and although you'd think bed would provide ample time for internet wandering, i spent most of it eating soup, blowing my nose, watching archer, and just feeling a bit sorry for myself.
so, without further adeui, things i'm in love with this week. (other than kleenex, soup, archer, and feeling a bit sorry for myself).

outrageous beauty in painting form, by meghan howland. 

haunting photography - reminiscent of the virgin suicides - by hannah kristinametz.

this quirky and weirdly beautiful video by vance joy that reminds me so much of a wes anderson film.

that's it for this week. oy vey. have a good one.

currently listening to...

in
I hope you find what you're lookin for when it all comes runnin down I hope you find it painted black on your window, or the lips of your lovers frown. Cuz if it dies in cold, when the clouds start to roll. Is it then that your soul, starts to bleed? Have you ever seen the President who killed your wounded child? Or the man that crashed your sisters plane claimin he was sent of god? And when she died in your arms, late that night in the dark, did you pray to your God to come home? Cuz it ain't fair to say, that these tracks are the same. Chorus: So god if you can hear me crash this train. said god if you can hear me crash this train. 
Now a note to the President, and the Government, and the judges of this place. We're still waitin for you to bring our troops home, clean up that mess you made. Cuz it smells of blood and money across the Iraqi land. But its so easy here to blind us with your "United We Stand" and it ain't hard to see that this Country ain't free. [Chorus] To the mothers and the fathers who done the best they could. Raisin' youngins in a messed up world, it ain't so understood. So I'll cover my ears, and my eyes, pretend that loves the same.
Cuz with one courts signature, it all becomes erased. And it ain't hard to tell, when its love we sell. [Chorus]