You are beautiful. All day you’ve been waiting. You are old. On your knees. All day you’ve been on your knees. I come towards you. I am old too. You fall back. I am trying to save you. All day I’ve been trying to save you. Pounding your chest. Your chest is old. Everything’s slow. Your friends are nice. Mouth to mouth. Your mouth is soft. Everything’s slow. The doorbell rings: a man with a tray full of presents. We trade you for them.

Philip IV of Spain in his parade armour. Gaspar de Crayer. 1620′s

The sleeve of a macramé jacket from the graduation collection of Jantine Van Peski, on day one of shooting for the Novembre #4 feature on the Antwerp Fashion Academy, shot this week in Antwerp by Reto Schmid and Lee Wei Swee.

Looks from the graduation collection of Frederick Hornof hanging at the styling for the Novembre #4 feature on the Antwerp Fashion Academy graduate collections, shot this week in Antwerp by Reto Schmid and Lee Wei Swee.

The gorse is out behind Glencanisp: Mandy Haggith and Jennifer Teets

The hill is a blaze of rapefield yellow,

formica kitchen table yellow,

angry bawling teenage drumkit yellow

though honey biscuit sweet

with pale primroses at its feet

a demure cuckoo across the glen

and dandelions and tormentils below

all yellow, yellow, yellow.

Poem written by Mandy Haggith
Images from Jennifer Teet’s performance at Blondeau, last Friday.

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If the flesh is wholesome 
like a fresh coconut slice
then they are the flesh holes of some
 malnourished art deco bag of bones
that won’t stop at stop signs or a limelight
 or quit the gamble
when they are obviously ahead.

When the oreganos of a Summer morning

shift their aromas into my drugstore sleep, I declare
all my bad behaviors to be an act 
the way a kleptomaniac really wants
the attention of her ex-lover who is out snorkeling

with his latest girlfriend amongst those Miami starfish.

The tropical boys may swish their asses but they

batter the bloated hands that feed them
with their rainbow lips submerged and retarded.

Former Versace Mansion, Miami. Converted into Hotel Casa Casuarina…

JayJay just got that awesome “Sang Bleu” tat by our Homegirl Laura Satana!