Tuesday, 28 December 2010

hard as i try to stay apart from myself, there's something i want...

I want more tattoos!


love these ones from The Haute Pursuit

im also in love with the little bag I got for christmas






Sunday, 12 December 2010

when nothing goes right, and future's dark as night, what you need is a sunny, sunny day...

It's Christmas! alone in my halls cos im still working and everyone has gone home! lots of time to think...
more from if i were a hoarder... and a few cats dressed up - what more could you as for!









x

Sunday, 31 October 2010

It doesn’t always have to be beautiful… Unless it's beautiful.


Opposite Hyde Park, on my walk to Uni




Photo shoot for Sheffield based band Slow Club


Round the corner from where I live in Headingley

Leeds High Street


Leeds Uni


Portobello Road London

These photos are taken by Leeds based photographer Jon Austen.
Katie
x

Tuesday, 26 October 2010

The Hollow Men




We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.


II


Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer --

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom


III


This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.


IV


The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.


V


Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow


Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom


For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper

T.S. Eliot

A year has gone obscenely fast, I dont think i'll ever forget this poem...

rip
x

Monday, 25 October 2010

Je suis perdus et ne souhaitent pas être trouvé...

I want to go back to France! I'm so lucky to go every year with my best ones. I miss Rhi and Paige so much, this summer was my favourite and hopefully we'll be going back next summer!


When we were there we found the most amazing shop in the world! Downstairs there's a huge macaron shop, and upstairs is a vintage boutique.







Katie x

Sunday, 24 October 2010

Of all the people, It had to be you.

These are a few little photos I took of the fields at home before I left! I miss it a bit! I will blog now properly, as i've ran out of money so I need to fill my time with other activities to avoid work and also my laptop has been broken for a week.










Katie xx

Sunday, 10 October 2010

turn out the lights, over and over and over, we'll figure out the rest somehow...

Too busy to blog every day! Leeds is amazing, my job is amazing, the people are amazing. I'm on top of the world right now. These have been a mad 3 weeks and I wouldn't have changed a moment of them. I'm so lucky right now.

COLE MOHR








He is beautiful. Everything is beautiful.

Katie


x