Reach for the stars

Bela Borsodi

Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast...

Merry Christmas

@ Bukanova

Let's Go Walkin' in the Rain

Droplets of rain part as you walk through them in the 'Rain Room', a new exhibition at the Barbican, by art studio Random International You can experience the surreal, as 2,500 litres of water fall around you at 1,000 litres per minute while you stay dry

I seated ugliness on my knee, and almost immediately grew tired of it.

Loving a bit of knee detail on these tights, hitting just the right side of quirky.

Work as if you were to live a hundred years. Pray as if you were to die tomorrow.

BOY

Can't work out if these Boy London hats are the greatest thing I've seen in a while or if they'd look best on a skip rather than my head?

Dance Like Nobody's Watching...

It's Mostly True...

David and Goliath

David Kukla's wonderful juxtaposed works make me want to run into the desert and just enjoy the lonely beauty...

It's Always Been You

Aloha!

Poland isn't normally the 'go to' place for innovative fashion, but hip sweater brand 'Aloha From Deer' is changing that!

Graphic printed sweats are one of my favourite things (just behind ice cream) so I'm on the phone to the shipping company as we speak...

The earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair

Graffiti in the Netherlands

Eliminate any last resistance

I was alone, face to face with the sea

Discovered a wonderful new artist, Januz Miralles. By blending digital technique with dripping paint, Miralles evokes a dark and disturbing tone

What is the use of a book, without pictures or conversations?

Jump a Bit Higher...

Position of the week

Wet paint

Pay attention to signs

Watch Me Closely

Lay down, lay down, and wait like an animal

If you go into the woods today...

Lora Zombie

Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life

Created with dust collected from the streets of lower Manhattan in the aftermath of 9-11:

True Wisdom is not like the tree; 

The mirror bright is nowhere shining;

As there is nothing from the first,

Where does the dust itself collect?”

 Xu Bing - Where Does the Dust Itself Collect (2004)