Friday, August 13, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
On the Prowwwl
Kelly Smith is one of my favorite artists and i love her recent work 'On the Prowl'. She does a lot of work with watercolour and pencil which convey very feminine drawings. I especially adore her sketches of designer collections and the beautiful people who walk the shows including sasha pivovarova and natasha poly. Its definately worth checking out her works on her own blog kjsdesign.blogspot.com
Monday, August 9, 2010
Debbie
Over the hills in a weird little land.
Live fairies and goblins with more than two hands.
Some gremlins they say, can come with four eyes.
The dragons can scorch with the simplest of sighs.
The scariest things to people like us, cos nothing can touch them, they're allergic to fuss.
Until their mother appeared, started roaming their valley.
Hiding and pouncing from damp, dark alleys.
No noise, No chewing, No signs of a fight.
Devouring the children with a plate of French fries.
The bitch as she's called in the company of elves.
Brought this tormenting curse upon herself.
She'd been on a bender and staggered home pissed.
Found an eighth and some Rizlas and rolled out a spliff.
Got the munchies and reached for the handiest snack.
She hate her own kids and then spat them straight back.
Forgive me, my beauties, what a dreadful mistake!
The children can't hear her they've gone it's too late.
Live fairies and goblins with more than two hands.
Some gremlins they say, can come with four eyes.
The dragons can scorch with the simplest of sighs.
The scariest things to people like us, cos nothing can touch them, they're allergic to fuss.
Until their mother appeared, started roaming their valley.
Hiding and pouncing from damp, dark alleys.
No noise, No chewing, No signs of a fight.
Devouring the children with a plate of French fries.
The bitch as she's called in the company of elves.
Brought this tormenting curse upon herself.
She'd been on a bender and staggered home pissed.
Found an eighth and some Rizlas and rolled out a spliff.
Got the munchies and reached for the handiest snack.
She hate her own kids and then spat them straight back.
Forgive me, my beauties, what a dreadful mistake!
The children can't hear her they've gone it's too late.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
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