Paris

In my head
I am always in Paris

Parisienne.
M.

prince rama

This is insane(-ly good).

New age glitter madness from Brooklyn.
I mean, just listen to this song.
This makes me want to dance on a meadow, naked and glittery.
With horses, at dawn.
And I don't know.
Flowers in my hair.

And I mean, really do that.
Really do that.

Prince Rama - "So Destroyed".

DANCE YOUR SOUL OUT.
M.

bare

I just don't have the vocabulary to talk about how much I like this image.
I like how dynamic it is, the light and shade and the black-and-white-ness of the image.
It is bare and powerful and naked and cold and explosive in its warmth at the same time.

Great caption, superb shapes.

Bare.
M.

monday

Here's one for Monday.
Strictly Come Dancing is keeping me great company. Thankyou, Sky, and thankyou, BBC.
I miss dancing.
And I'm not even going to pretend that I don't want to be on the Estonian version of that, SO MUCH.
But it's there, simmering in my heart and soul and at some point I will attack that plan so hard.
Because that would make. my. life.

Today is for blogging.

Here's to Monday.
M.