amis and fonseca

today I came across this lovely interview of novelist couple martin amis and isabel fonseca, and thought this photo of them embodies my ideal home: a big library, a simple and clean air eclecticity and a gently worn effect. oh, and somebody to love would help, too. 

amis on fonseca:

"I rely tremendously on her beauty. She looks very nice when she's asleep and she wakes with a smile. It's an extraordinary thing. It's very unfair, as all things to do with beauty are, but it's a fact. I rely on it for joie de vivre. It's proof of her equilibrium as well. Your happiness determines your demeanor in the world." 

photo source: english muse

literary clutch bags

 recently, I've been craving over some books in particular. or, as style.com says, “the ‘books’ in question are actually rectangular box clutches that feature hand-knit copies of the covers of some favorite reads.”

I came across these book-shaped clutch bags made with canvas, embroidered and silk-thread, created by charming parisienne Olympia Le-Tan and immediately fell in love with every single one of them.

Le-Tan used  the first edition covers as the reference point, which is amazing in my opinion. the collection is titled "you can't judge a book by its cover", and sold exclusively at colette in paris. got some extra cash? go buy one.

 

beautiful Olympia Le-Tan, posing with one of her creations. love love love.

(photos from dazed digital and beautiful/decay)

the idea of turning an object people carry to be cool into a clutch bag... this is what I call creativity. I totally have my eyes on for whom the bell tolls and 1984.


sometimes you can judge a book by its cover, apparently.

love.

etsy find: sometimes it's just a hat, but not this time

 today I found this on etsy and it made my day.

I think I've never grown out of the little prince phase, which I've been in since the time I was four years old. 

 I quite precisely remember the time a friend of my mother briefly told me the story of the little prince to entertain me on a long road trip. It apparently worked: I found it enchanting, and it encouraged me even more to learn how to read. shortly after I did, she sent me a copy. 

after reading it for the first time, I promised myself never to become one of the adults who mistake a boa constrictor digesting an elephant for a hat and don't even think twice about it.

 after all these years, I still often find myself doing the self "boa-check".

from the Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry:

"[....] after some work with a colored pencil I succeeded in making my first drawing. My Drawing Number One. It looked something like this:

I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them whether the drawing frightened them.
But they answered: "Frighten? Why should any one be frightened by a hat?"
My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I made another drawing: I drew the inside of a boa constrictor, so that the grown-ups could see it clearly. They always need to have things explained. My Drawing Number Two looked like

The grown-ups' response, this time, was to advise me to lay aside my drawings of boa constrictors, whether from the inside or the outside, and devote myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic, and grammar. That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them."

lots of love.

things I love: patrick davy music

I thought it's a good idea to talk about stuff I love from time to time, I'll also add some style element to it :)
today, I'm gonna introduce you to patrick davy, a young musician from detroit.

I don't know much about him- I just happened to run into his myspace about a year ago. it was shortly after leaving my beloved michigan and I had just started school here, in a huge city with almost nobody I knew, so it was perfect timing. I was enchanted by his music, it just grew and grew on me everyday. I am so proud of my discovery, I added one more item to my "soundtracks to my life" list.

he has some pretty mature words to say, yet it's still so young and fresh. you can feel the very distinct kind of gloom almost unique to detroit. it's a lot like an artistic, beautiful heartache.

don't you just love the inspiring combination of a very young person; a blossoming brand new life and the city of detroit; a ghost city, tough as hell, out of hope?
the city's almost like a biblical story, so surreal. so beautifully destroyed.

how amazing and scary life is.

if this sounds good to you, take a a look at his myspace page or website, where you can find his tracks, videos & info.
amongst the songs, my personal favorites are -though I developed a personal connection with almost all the songs over time-  we cannot return and where it began.
what do you think? have I added anyone to the fan army?

lastly, for my blog's name's sake, I made a polyvore set where I took inspiration from what patrick davy music and detroit makes me feel. enjoy!

detroit by popsiclepout featuring Monsoon accessories

stay gloomy, stay stylish.

love.