Swept away.

This story from American Vogue November issue, styled by Grace Coddington and photographed by Patrick Dermachelier, is beautiful. I find it romantic yet a sense of sadness upon it, a longing for something, a sort of reality escapism. But that's only my point of veiw.

Pictures: The Terrier and Lobster.

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Your city lies in dust.

"We found you hiding, we found you lying

Choking on the dirt and sand

Your former glories and all the stories

Dragged and washed with eager hands

But ohh oh your city lies in dust, my friend"

Siouxsie, will always be an inspiration, an icon and a truly unique artist.

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Sadness and happiness, equals?

Sometimes I wish that I had something interesting to write about, I envy people (not always), as I see it, they have these extraordinary lives, that I don't get slightly close to. I want to feel that "happiness", although I'm also very pleased that I don't all the time. As it comes to me it's important to have both sides, if you don't know  sadness. How do you know feelings of happiness? For heavens sake, does anyone in this era live happily ever after? If they do, please tell me about it. I would like to hear your point of view, telling me I'm dreadfully wrong in not always endeavoring for that feeling of utter hapiness - all the time.

Maybe sadness is a blessing, yet a curse, as well as happiness is likewise, Taking myself as an example, can experience happiness as a dreadful emotion as it can be the most wonderful in it's fullest. Happiness and sadness can't live without each other. Is there even a hint of beauty by being able to have it all?

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