blazing summer cold coffee

i've been listening to this song a lot recently and it fits a lot with the aesthetic of this post and is really calming

so you guys should listen to it while reading this for max coolness (and maybe listen to it again if you like it to appreciate the genius of the lyrics that seem like they started out as poetry)

Artist Moved To Despair by The Grandeur of Antique Fragments by Henry Fuseli.

I'm not really sure why but there's something weirdly fascinating about art being beautiful enough to make someone so emotional. It probably has to do with art being a reflection of human emotions that most of us can't really express and we're so shocked when we see something that simply conveys the way we feel. (i refuse to proofread that sentence because i'm so confident in the fact that all of my thoughts make some sort of sense)(but actually- did that make any sort of sense?)

Prada fw 2010 (via Style.com)

very strong Grandma Jetson vibes

Tavi Gevinson for Shop Ghost

marc jacobs fall 2010

jonathon saunders menswear

untitled by sophie van der perre (flickr)

i was so inspired by all this that i got off my lazy butt to take some outfit photos!

*closeup of the neck situation* 

the main reason why i chose to wear that dress is because of the neckline that

 kind of folds over itself like some sort of turtleneckscarf but also like

the boa constrictor i keep that gives me my warmth and eternal youth (i'm actually in my 70s)  

*HUMOUR??*

sweater: unknown (i'm such a mess that i just discovered this inside my hovel/bedroom)

brown polka dot dress: childhood

mesh dress worn underneath: thrifted

sweater: Marshalls

red patterned shirt (underneath): childhood

jeans: thrifted

mesh dress (same as above)

i am madly deeply in love with the mesh dress if you couldn't already tell and i'm probably going to wear it everywhere everyday for the rest of my life (with small alterations to hold the broken hearts i'll collect throughout my life- of course) *din in sound as the audience faints collectively at my wit and charm* but it will definitely be featured in future outfit photos. The only thing I really need is a nice (read: cheap) black dress to wear underneath the mesh, so if you've seen one, let me know.


did you guys like the song or the outfits and do you have any recommended jamz that are on the same vibe as "coffee"?

-=-

kanyinsola

chunnel (old vibes, old poetry)

---stuff i wrote a while ago but never published because BBC America distractions. ---

//
. weird light brown
. deserts
. insects
. dramatically cut hair
. change
. haze
. wes anderson movies
. animosity
--

001. 

i knew from the moment that you left

i would have to fall in love with

the dust you left behind

from the living ghosts in your eyes

fingerprints waxing and waning

 

002. 

your presence was a whisper

that left me feeling like a thunderstorm

to this day my hands are cold from the storm

i am shaking

i am shaking

i am shaking

i am shaking

and though i can still feel you

slipping through the lines

that weren't there

5 years ago

my bones cracking from the weight of you and me

003. 

5 years from now 

i will see you like a rose in the fall

i will forget my reflection in the sunset

and remember how to find it in the glass

i want to hear glass break

am i still beautiful

if i forget to check in the morning

004.

skipping work and lunch and people and breathing and homes and houses and hands and holding

to water you through 

the winter

i will see you

fall in love again

and forget that winter comes every year

i can make it through this one

if i remember the day

you breathed  life into my lungs

like fire

but called it  love

i can forget

the third degree burns 

surgeon general warning

i can stay afloat in a desert

005.

if i forget that once upon a time

in a land far far away

i had fingertips 

i won't long for the 

touch of

hand holding hand combat

006.

my tomorrow 

is a straight line staring down at me

i will long for tomorrows

and days afters

and days afters

and days afters

and for the thought of 

springs in the never-ending winter

007.

i will pull myself together

remake my suit of amore

out of gravel and bent

truths

like wire hangers teetering unsure

hands gripping tables 

sitting on the edge

to find a sense of balance, i have to remind myself

that it's the entire world spinning slowly spinning out of control

and not just me

008.

you wlil speak flowers and poetry into hope shaped crevices

to calm the tide inside me

and i will confuse a single star for the night sky

--

so, what do you guys think of my **poetry** (i'm trying to write a lot more this summer) and comment if you'd like to see more or some slam poetry and constructive criticism would be cool (woahhh alliteration- is this a third grade english project or wut??). also- there's a poll in the sidebar about the ~future~ of this blog that you should really check out

//

kanyinsola

* none of the photos in this post are mine and i will probably get around to sourcing them eventually sorry.