i'm drawn to the blood, the flight of a one winged dove

the sensation of being lost: i took two really long roadtrips through the midwest in april, and i'm still thinking about them. it was around the same time that i was studying  a lot of entomology, and gaining a strange sort of appreciation for the insects that usually make me really uncomfortable.

(odonata via)

i became really obsessed with the endless valleys and plains outside the window, and the general color combination this reminds me of: a faded yellow, brown, and baby blue. the horizontal intersection of a warm sunset with a valley full of flowers. 

or a few days ago when i was sitting on the floor of my room (as a hopeless teen does) and the light was streaming in and bathing the entire place in an orange as deep as the california fruit. i tried to get a picture, but my phone just whitewashed the entire scene. it either mean that i need to learn to appreciate the ephemeral when i can, or that i need an actual camera. 

(death valley)

• the scene in papillon where elsa looks at a mountain scene and says that it looks like it's part of a scenery calendar, and the grandpa replies that it's better than a calendar. 
• it might not be possible to get the same effect from looking at nature pics online bc there's an underlying tone that it's not real until you live it and see it w your own eyes (and even then its being filtered and interpreted). 
• the part in dandelion wine where thomas realizes that he's alive and the whole world seems to be exploding before him
• sometimes the entire world is so vivid and loud and overwhelming it's hard to believe that you're a real part of it all. 

(my dream french home from an old school project via)

there's also the feeling of getting lost, mostly the way its expressed in picnic at hanging rock. the unavoidable mountain faces, the daze of the heat, the physical manifestation of a deep internal confusion. 

(via)

the (metropolitan) yellow sweater , white (elle) sandals and the brown (villager) purse are thrifted, (bdg) mom jeans are uo

thank you! what are you guys feeling right now? 

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kanyinsola 

we didn't realize that we had arrived at high tide

 marathon by tennis

the movie picnic at hanging rock is a really interesting movie about a valentine's day disappearance at an australian boarding school. i'm not a horror movie person, but this was one of those weird psychological creeping ones that i just loved even if i screamed when edith screamed. it's compared to the virgin suicides a lot because of the treatment of teenage grls and the unresolved sinister something going on behind the scenes. 

i have a weird memory of the movie because i watched it for the first time while making a bunch of yellow flower crowns as a costume for a school project, so now whenever i smell hot glue, i think of the movie (isn't science great!). another thing that reminds me of the movie is junya watanabe s2003 rtw (how bad was that segue?) 

   

 

 

 

• the florals and polka dots and airy blues just remind me of the summery innocent beauty that was a main part of the girls' characters. 
• the umbrella hats are reminiscent of the ones they carried to their picnic. 
• there were a lot of parachute straps wrapped around the models that seem like an interesting representation of the way that the girls at the school were confined.
• the backpacks and shoes, and the way that some of the fabrics were hitched up into pants that make me think someone made them when they were forced to climb or run somewhere and physically couldn't do it in their skirts all make me think of like, something frantic or desperate. 

if you guys have seen the movie, please let me know what you thought of it, or this collection's relation to it, and feel free to send me an email with your conspiracy theories of what happened in the movie because i love reading those oh my gosh!

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kanyinsola