alicante by jacques prévert

An orange on the table

Your dress on the rug

And you in my bed

Sweet present of the present

Cool of night

Warmth of my life.

jesus is a rochdale girl by guy garvey of elbow (live session video)

broken fall: geometric and organic by bas jan ader

illustrations by frank chimero

small and interesting touches by paul smith (video)

less more by moritz resl

via con me by paolo conte

inventory magazine by ryan willms

keyhole sunglasses by ralph lauren 

more planes by jeffrey milstein

bright soles by jil sander / kg by kurt geiger / grenson

divorce dwarf by the museum of broken relationships

sex. lubricants for her and him by coco de mer

All this moaning about Valentine's Day annoys me - why not turn it into a sex celebration instead, and really just enjoy yourselves (or yourself)? Pretty simple, no? 

a lover's discourse by roland barthes




The Ghost Ship


errance  /  errantry


Though each love is experienced as unique and though the subject rejects the notion of repeating it elsewhere later on, he sometimes discovers in himself a kind of diffusion of amorous desire; he then realizes he is doomed to wander until he dies, from love to love.

for your lover, give some time by richard hawley

planes by ozant kamaci

almost blue by chet baker

denim umbrella by tenue de nîmes x london undercover

sauvignon blanc by cloudy bay

very light and summery. love the label. and i mean LOVE.

ne me quitte pas by jacques brel

foreplay. massage oil candle (ginger & date) by jimmy jane

'never give in--never, never, never, never' by winston churchill

breakfast by jacques prévert


He put the coffee
In the cup
He put the milk
In the cup of coffee
He put the sugar
In the café au lait
With the coffee spoon
He stirred
He drank the café au lait
And he set down the cup
Without a word to me
He lit
A cigarette
He made smoke-rings
With the smoke
He put the ashes
In the ash-tray
Without a word to me
Without a look at me
He got up
He put
His hat upon his head
He put his raincoat on
Because it was raining
And he left
In the rain
Without a word
Without a look at me
And I       I took
My head in my hand
And I cried.