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Polaroids are like photographic crack to me. Quick snaps, not meant to take themselves seriously, or try too hard to be a masterpiece...they just are. It's all about little moments. Or the big moments, depending on what glass it is for you. They seem very personal to me, like it could very well be someone's diary in photographs.

I think I might use polaroids for my wedding photos {in addition to the glossy masterpieces}. Also, when I graduate from Grad school, I'm definitely using polaroid to make that day extra surreal.

I happened upon a 20 pack on ebay for only $19.99. That's the cheapest I could find. I'll post the snaps as soon as they come.

Now, to choose a moleskine for them....

Cara Moleskine

{I love Moleskine}


was a huge journalizer when I was younger. All of my books were more like journal's moonlighting as scrapbooks, and visual collages. Lately I've been getting back into it.

Nothing makes me feel more artistic, and more like a writer than a fresh moleskine. Any moleskine, size or shape. I just purchased this small unlined notebook a couple of weeks ago, and I'm already going crazy pasting photographs from urban outfitters catalogs, and drawing instead of finding the photo equivalent.

I feel like the allure behind these Moleskine's that so many artists have used, fuses present artists together. I often look at Moleskinerie, a website dedicated to showcasing moleskine artists, diarists, and slapstick journalizers like myself. It's such an inspiration, and just shows you never have to write on lined sheets, or compose paragraphs, or even write anything. But its about imprinting yourself in the page. These notebooks leave room for you to draft your stories, and imprint it with who you are. Sometimes it makes me think that someone else might read it, and maybe be inspired by it, so why not treat your regular day like its special because you're breathing and you didn't have to be.

Also, you might notice that my title is in welsh. I think I might have a reason to learn this beautiful language because I found out yesterday at seven a.m. that I've been accepted to Bangor University in Wales to complete my Master's Degree. I feel like I am on a cloud, or even intoxicated with jaded green absinthe. I thank God for this victory, really. But an entire entry on this is coming up soon!

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Nail Varnish- Sephora by OPI: Colours {arm candy, what a broad, 212}

Cupcakes: MAGNOLIA

I spent the day sauntering through Midtown, past Rockefeller Center and millions of bead and fabric stores. The fall weather had that certain whiff of holiday spirit looming.  There's always something special about being anywhere near Rockefeller Center during the holidays, almost magical...even with rude pedestrians barreling into you.

I picked me up some cupcakes, and some sick nail varnishes from Sephora.

Then I came home and pilfered through some of my Great Grandmother's jewelry. She was so beautiful, and classic!

It was a pretty perfect day all around.

I Heart DIANA

These photos were all taken via my lovely Diana Dreamer. My second set, and I couldn't be more pleased. My first set were characterized by wraiths materializing out of black and white smokey cloud cover. Really, not too pretty but I give myself the benefit of the doubt. 
One day, I just decided to drag Ash {my sister for all intents and purposes. Cousin is too light a word}, around her neighborhood. Like the trailblazer she is, she was all for it, helping me to find places with the best light, or intrigue. I have more, but I loved these the most.
I can't wait to get better at it, because as mind numbing as it can be sometimes to have to wait for pictures to develop, in an age where art can appear in blinks, the surprises you get when you finally pick up your prints are wonderful. I encourage everyone to get at least one camera that forces you to have pictures to develop.