How did that happen? Summer's imperial war machine melting away into this nearly forgiving fall, days warm and kind yet slipping into cooling nights, and then that shift, when suddenly it's strange again, with each day trying to tell its own story, some mostly grim and filtered grey with others still showing off some sun, and each one with all this promise and capacity for change, bolting cold in the morning but maybe even hot by afternoon, you never know until you're dragging your heavy coat around. And now all the holidays will start issuing their various orders, and all the roads are marked until well into the new year.
C is friends with the fashion stylist Rebekah Roy (left in both pics above) ... one of those people who personify calm and smiling success. On her blog she presents glamour in this very sincere, straightforward way ... whether she's taking pictures of people on the street , talking about stain removers , her favourite videos , or attending some glittering party . One minute she's ruminating on hair extensions, and in the next she reveals how she's been featured on the Vogue UK site. A real disarmer and charmer (and this without meeting her yet, although I feel like I know her because we both did our time in Winnipeg). * * * * * Coming home from Russia, we did many bad things. ; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. In my own life, the glamour is wholly imagined. * * * * * witches, smoke ; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. My second go at this one, and for some reason I'm painting a lot of smoke lately (note to self: tell C that I want to be cremated). *
Just what I was thinking this morning. I didn't even know we were in october already, and have no recall of what I did with september. What are we doing?
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