Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping...
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
Through The Woods I Have Wended
Wee update for those interested:
This Fever That Keeps Troy On Foot
For spring I would really like a pair of KronbyKRONKRON shoes. I just love all the colors and architectural elements that goes into each beautiful pair. Sadly, I think the price is quite unattainable at the moment. Perhaps I should just buy more paint pens and go wild?
Thou Art To Me A Delicious Torment
Antique malls aren't the ideal location to find vintage clothes, but hidden between odd chairs fashioned from horns and utensils you can't even begin to identify, you might just find an amazing vintage shoe with a spring for a heel or a sequined cap with antanae-like attachements. They truly put the "hunt" in vintage clothes hunting, but it is an enjoyable way to spend the day when the weather's nice and you've got a willing companion. Despite my recent adventures into half a dozen antique malls in a single day I have only aquired two vintage hats and neither are pictured below. What I really would like to discover is a vintage globe at a reasonable price, but those are few and far between...
Midas Is King And He Holds Me So Tight
I only discovered Florence and the Machine the other day, because while I've heard her mentioned from time to time I never made an effort to actually give her a listen. I can be oddly resistent to new music without any logical reason. Watching Rabbit Heart was a bit of a revelation for me; it echoed my visions of Ruth St. Denis and secured my growing passion for a pastel, gothic wonderland.
photos of Rabbit Heart video by Alex LakeHer Heart Is Black But Her Eyes Are Blue
Inspired by all things mystical is driving my wardrobe in a slightly new direction. This neoteric style is exemplified by my second headpiece by Paisley&Brass, a triple strand wonder aptly titled "the royal gypsy." It is difficult to put to words what is mostly instinctive choices, but perhaps modern, minimalist gypsy would be an accurate characterization of the mood I am attempting to evoke through clothes. Suitable since I planning another move this summer, although the destination is still unknown. Pushing myself style-wise is this black, lace Cheap Monday dress from Revolve Clothing; the perfect modern, gothic dress for a wandering spirit.
What Ghosts There Do Remain
Ruth St. Denis has become my new obsession; I'm in awe of her grace and envious of her elaborate costumes. Ruth was a pioneer of modern dance known for her interests in exotic mystiscm and spirituality. One of her major techniques was "music visualization" and she was known for mystique and the school she founded with her husband in 1938; Martha Graham was one of her pupils.