Stella

Stella McCartney's beautiful country estate - an Eden reborn.

“I grew up with gardens, but not like these,” remembers Stella, whose family also has a farm in bucolic Sussex. “You can’t plant a pea in Scotland!” she says, laughing. “In Sussex we had a beautiful garden—but it was very different. Ours is a quite traditional English garden. People don’t build gardens like this anymore,” she adds, “and I can see why! They are ridiculously expensive. It’s insane. It’s literally like building a house. But a garden becomes another room, an escape. Being out in a beautiful garden is nicer than sitting in a beautiful room, in my opinion. They bring you so much joy. We recharge our batteries in that environment. You have to feel extremely privileged to have a garden—I don’t take it for granted.

*Read the full article here.

To-do 2011

1. go to New York, picnic in Central Park, stroll in Brooklyn, party in Williamsburg.

2. wear simple jumpers and read difficult books.

3. go to Paris and eat at Montmartre - in the cat restaurant.

4. Learn to play a few tunes on the uke.

5. Do great, surprising things, spread love, make myself breathless.

Film Review 2011, in 6 words

Black Swan: Alpha ballerina turns lesbian and psycho

Touching the Void: Rising from the Abyss when Abseiling

American Psycho: Why did I even watch this?

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I want to watch Sleep Furiously - I long for the countryside, in Wales and Ireland.

Nietzsche: A Letter to His Sister

'Is that more difficult than to strike new paths, fighting the habitual, experiencing the insecurity of independence and the frequent waverings of one's feelings and even one's conscience, proceeding often without any consolation, but ever with the eternal goal of the true, the beautiful, and the good? Is it decisive after all that we arrive at the view of God, world and reconciliation which makes us most comfortable? Rather, is not the result of his inquiries something wholly indifferent to the true inquirer? Do we after all seek rest, peace, and pleasure in our inquiries? No, only truth -- even if it be the most abhorrent and ugly.... Here the ways of man part: if you wish to strive for peace of soul and pleasure, then believe; if you wish to be a devotee of truth, then inquire.'

For the new year: Read lots, wear little.

Play me some

Debussy.

Rêverie

when i am swept away by a deluge of fear and uncertainty i close my eyes and find myself serene and submerged in your lucid dreams.

*Come in

After a rather large hiatus (?writer's block) I decide to come back to visit, to roam, to lurk around from time to time, as much as I can.

We shall see :)