SKETCHBOOK: THE FRUIT OF 40,000 YEARS

For those of you who can't get past my doctor's handwriting (and most days, I can't decipher it either), the handwritten passage is from Look Homeward, Angel, and reads:

The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cut-purse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.

- Thomas Wolfe

HYPERCOLOUR BADLANDS

Images from Spell and the Gypsy Collective's amazing new lookbook (please, stop sending me broke!), the beautiful, rock-n-rollin' mind of Amanda Leigh Smith, here, and the wilds of Pinterest.

This is summer sunshine warming your hands // this is the strongest whiskey raising your heart // this is humid nights under the stars // this is hypercolour hallucinations and cosmic storms in dreams // this is the next step //