Sometimes (read:often) I doubt my love of costume after being immersed in it so deeply. Then I spend the morning poring over the beautiful costume book I was given for my birthday last year (by many of the good readers of this lj) and all the love pours back in. All the grandeur of early Hollywood and directors and actors demanding costumes be ( Read more... )

So this is where the shipwreck landed me. After years at sea the brave, sad, tired, scared, happy, quizzical, expectant, wishful, terrified, relentless explorer was washed up on the beach of contentment. The perfect calm only broken by the gentle whisper of hopefulness rustling through the trees. It was nothing like her homeland. It wanted for ( Read more... )

I've recently decided to keep a separate blog for my drawings rather than burying them away on friends only lj posts. At the moment its mostly stuff I've transferred over from my lj archive and a few new things I've done recently. If you'd like to look at it just drop me an email (ljname @ gmail dot com) and I'll send you the link. I know it's a ( Read more... )

My mind is so absorbent at the moment. I am devouring books and ideas and music in a way I can't recollect ever having done before. I'm on a slow boil to something fantastic.

*Insert a cute little drawing of a sad girl with black spikey hair jumping though many hoops in a large and chaotic obstacle course.*

I'm trying to help out a friend who is designing a costume for a character who is a man but wears a skirt. I have lots of images in my head of guys who wear skirts but they are people I've known in real life so I don't have any photos to show her ( Read more... )

Today: saw me tackling a double scoop icecream in the sun like a kid at a theme park. Wait I *was* a kid at a theme park.

Tonight: drawing and soaking up new songs while waiting for company to arrive. The way I like it. A little me time, a little other people time.

Quote: "This diary is my kief, hashish, and opium pipe. This is my drug and my ( Read more... )

I have taken to sneaking off from school and going to the ocean. I don't tell anyone where I am going. I just disappear and while everyone else works I soak up the sun, read a book or listen to music. Oh life- you are just too great to spend inside.

A ponder: Whats the opposite of 'surviving'?

Is it living or is it dying? Or is it both? ...in which case living and dying are then synonymous.

Freedom smells like cigarettes and tastes like red wine it feels like a cool breeze through a flimsy dress and today I saw you again and I realised that- as suspected but not quite believed- you are not immune from getting old. I wish we could time travel so 24 year old me could meet 27 year old you. Or maybe 10 year old both of us. Anyway time is ( Read more... )