alle lust will ewigkeit.

O Mensch! Gib acht!

Was spricht die tiefe Mitternacht?

"Ich schlief, ich schlief -,

Aus tiefem Traum bin ich erwacht: -

Die Welt ist tief,

Und tiefer als der Tag gedacht.

Tief ist ihr Weh -,

Lust - tiefer noch als Herzeleid:

Weh spricht: Vergeh!

Doch alle Lust will Ewigkeit -,

- will tiefe, tiefe Ewigkeit!"

Aus:

Friedrich Nietzsche:
Also sprach Zarathustra (1883-1891).

Shewolves.

Look at all these fabulous women.
Then rethink (as if you ever really thought about it, did you?) shaving your pits. I mean: Have you even once seen your underarm hair grown out, as god gave it to you? Or are you one of those who started shaving when the first hair appeared at the teen age?

Every girl (and boy) should be free to wear her/his hair as s/he wants it - boldly bushy, sleekly trimmed, shaved and polished. Everyone should deliberately and unaffectedly decide how s/he likes it best. 

Isn't it weird that this free choice has a touch of rebellion to it when you only think it?

If you need to intellectually meditate on this issue, try the following articles:

The first, about a 10 week body hair rebellion experiment, may make you want to try hairy pits even less. It documents and reflects the hostile feedback you may get as well as the norms you quarrel with. From personal experience I can confirm the survey results. But I can also happily report that at some point it magically stops and just a little later, someone who was very sceptical will come up to you and - in the best case - will tell you that he actually really loves your underarm rebellion (ehm, and he might want to lick it too, haha).

The second article is more general, about Stigma and Women's Bodies, such as body fluids, aging etc.

If you need more visual inspiration try the hairy pits club or the swedish movement Ta Håret Tillbaka!

or check out the famous underarm hair of Frida Kahlo, Elizabeth Jagger and Joan as a Policewoman:

I fucking love my kaleidoscope!

Lights shine into my face, --- kaleidoscope colors turn into your face

you're not here, into my haze --- kaleidoscope colors turn into your face

Und plötzlich alles lilablau --- Tiefenrausch

Dem Fiebertraum wieder gegenüberschau'n - zielgenau

Stroboskope: Blitze zeichnen alles kilometerweit-nah, dichter Nebel greifbar, 

Keine Furcht, alleine durch die Lichterkegel-Streitmacht

Hinten und vorn sich scheinbar gemeinsam im Finden verlor'n

Erblinde sofort, treib' im Gesichtermeer

Ertrink an dem Ort --- Und plötzlich alles lilablau

Lights shine into my face, --- kaleidoscope colors turn into your face

you're not here, into my haze --- kaleidoscope colors turn into your face

Von lilablau zu monochrom im Stroboskop --- Von ungewohnt bis unter Strom umgepolt

Sekundenschnelle Bilder flackern, dass sich jede Grenze verschiebt, unendliches Tief

Zu zweit allein in bittersüßen Epilepsien

Weg von dem Beat, nur los von dem Treiben reißen

Schweißgebadet entlang endloser Gänge, Menschengedränge, Hektische Enge

Mit den Händen an den Wänden vorbei --- Und plötzlich alles lilablau

Lights shine into my face, --- kaleidoscope colors turn into your face

you're not here, into my haze --- kaleidoscope colors turn into your face

images by me, my smart smart phone and my wonderful kaleidoscope, lyrics from CASPER: lilablau

wonderfly.

My dad always told us kids, that when he and my mom first dated, they had a walk on the seaside and met >>us<< - in form of 4 wonderful little fireflies.

from digital photo blog found via todayyouinspiredme

Totem.

took this from a book when my sister got her x'th tattoo.

I want one like this (not that 'angry' maybe) on the back of my jeans-jacket.

light.

photos 1+3 by Polina Aronova, 2 by Gia Coppola

For a long time already I wanted to post about araks lingerie. Now I do and I am glad they have sooo beautiful images in their lookbooks (autumn above, spring below).

awakenedaesthetic said - and I take the freedom to just agree - "I don’t think these designs should even be called panties, or bras. Bra: what kind of butchered half-word is that? I think they should be called underpinnings. Something a bit more dignified, classier. A nod to a more elegant world."

photo by Julie Gilhart

Holla die Waldfee.

  i wallow in these photos. 

if the cloth feel like the images look...

 

wonderful wonderful find: partimi

Foxy & Swan & Wisent

These images (especially the fox) by Stefano Unterthiner remind me of the long silent walks I took in the forest near our house when I was young.

I had read the book "Försters Katja" (which would translate as something like: Forest Ranger's Daughter Katja) by Ilse Kitzinger and Katja went deerstalking in the book, which inspired me to do the same. I remember how I was overwhelmed how much is to discover and observe when you just walk alone, silent and calm with your eyes open for what is going on around you, how close you can come to the animals. I guess it was one of those "nature-experiences" that still impress and mould me today.

The book is from 1968 already, my mother read it when she was a young girl and I loved to get all her old books out of the cellar and devoured them! And I will definitely keep them!

Bedside.

The Forest by Leonard C. Mayer

The trees stand tall and stately,
surveying their domain --
The first to glimpse the sunrise;
the first to feel the rain.

(find more than just the first stencer of this poem: here
+ the image is - as far as I remember - cut out from XOXOtheMag (where I also found the wonder machine before) and hangs at my bedside. I love how the flash of my camera adds "sunlight breaking through the branches", haha)

YES YES YES more!

one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. Wouhouu!

Natures kid.

images by Ryan Mc Ginley. visit his website, he has many other beautiful images and a series called "Somewhere Place" that'll make you look forward to mild summernights.

Light, lighter, the lightest.

by Stamo 

I ♥ silk and silk-likefabrics. The simplest cut is soo elegant in a silky version... silk can be everything, sporty, chic, comfy, bright, light. And I can not imagine anything softer on my skin.

Also I have an incredible crush on pink. Wich I don't understand, as I am not a pinky girl, but it always grabs my attention, I can't help it. And I can admit: A bright strong pink on a boyish cut overall or a minimalistic, pure dress, never combined with anything else but black... that IS something I'd really love to have.