Un pájaro de papel en el pecho
dice que el tiempo de los besos no ha llegado.
My answers are inadequate
To those demanding day and date,
And ever set a tiny shock
Through strangers asking what’s o’clock;
Whose days are spent in whittling rhyme–
What’s time to her, or she to Time?
But who could bear to know which stars were already dead," she thought, blinking up at the night sky, "could anybody stand to know that they all were?
Could anybody stand to know that they all could be?
Still playing catch-up. Paris and Berlin were exquisite, and now, I’m running around with back-to-back-to-back-to-oy events with Tinsel for the next two months. Bananas. Not going to lie, though. It feels incredible (and frightening?) to have a successful business in this city.
Working on uploading photos from the big camera (And my lens broke halfway through Paris! The horror.) as well as trying to sift through iPhone photos and such.
Also in the works: a big Tinsel rebrand! Gird yer loins. It’s going to be H-O-T. Making selects from all the events this year, and I get inappropriately giddy when I think of what Q4 and 2014 hold for us. Tinsel, rinse, repeat.
Meanwhile, the lovely fam-reeh is in town, so all this will have to wait. Mama Bear and Papa Bear just happen to be the two cutest people on the face of the planet.
So much love. So much love.