Heartbreak Hotel…

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

…Or when your heart sinks 6 miles, to the bottom of the ocean.

“you look like you’ve been for breakfast at the heartbreak hotel

..your waitress was miserable, and so was your food…”

What a genius film. Adam Sandler can be funny after all. As Director, I mean.
Alex Turner should quit the Arctic Monkeys and only sing on his own.
Great Music. Colors, Dreams,Humour.

I am not drowned people.
I am working on things.

to come soon….

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My heart is an empty room

Wednesday, March 2, 2011



burn it down, until the embers smoke on the ground
and start new, when your heart is an empty room.


This is my favorite Agent Provocateur Set from the AW/2010 Private Tapes Collection.
Coat: Zara
Bracelet: H&M
Shoes: D&G

Pictures by Lian Ray

It is wicked like a cute-nurse dress-up,
or a private waitress,
but for me there is something so Moulin Rouge about it.
A modern interpretation of classical Elements
and the game between cute & kinky that I love the most.

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maybe baby

Monday, February 28, 2011


I am a Mister Brightside-Girl.

My eyes hurt from the light coming out of this door
that country behind it is beautiful,strange and so cruel.
My lungs wouldn’t catch no oxygen there, I wasn’t told.
I was crawling up the stairs to that Party You fooled.
You invited yourself, your foot in the door.

Didn’t you hear the music is outside?!
Oh, I  made you deaf and myself cry.
Stuffed Feathers in your Heart & Ears.
What silly bird. It learned now how to fly!

The old lake is frozen up, covered with glistening shades.
It’s all shiny new -still fragile to break,
but as the cracking gets stronger,
the fear just fades.

Leave the bags up there in the dark,
Come chase the dancing kids with me down in the yard!
Their heels are cracking, soon they’ll grow old.

There is never a halfway passage,
No Maybe Baby, you haven’t been told.

I am running down the stairs towards the sun,
close the door behind you, this isn’t fun.
I wanna dance with you and walk on,
I look in one direction where I know I belong.

I am a Mister-Brightside-Girl.

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