IO Echo - "Stalemate"
They have been my go-to band these past couple of weeks. And even though “Ecstasy Ghost" is the song that usually puts me in the perfect mood, I felt like sharing this one today.
Spring is here. I don’t dig.327 listens
to resolve nothing.]
I only want to walk
a little longer in the cold
blessing of the rain,
and lift my face to it.
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
— T.S Eliot - “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”
Emmy Rossum photographed by Sam Jones for her 2013 album, “Sentimental Journey” . Source:emmyrossum.com.
Emmy Rossum - “These Foolish Things (Remind Me of You)”
I cannot believe I didn’t know about this woman’s latest album (Sentimental Journey) until now. She just made my night. Her whole take on the project overflows with nostalgia for the first part of the 20th century.
— Friedrich Nietzsche
People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up
And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.
— Rosie Scanlan, “On Missing Them”
Audrey Hepburn photographed in her suite at The Ritz in Paris, 1964. Photographs by Angela Williams.
“I just remember Audrey Hepburn in Paris in a huge room, at The Ritz, full of roses. She was wearing Givenchy, the lights were low. She sparkled through the chandelier.” - Angela Williams