Billie Summers

'finn'
“Fear no more the heat o’ the sun,
  Nor the furious winter’s rages;
  Thou thy worldly task hast done,
   Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages:
   Golden lads and girls all must,
   As chimney-sweepers,
   Come to dust.”*
Nov 6

'finn'

Fear no more the heat o’ the sun,

  Nor the furious winter’s rages;

  Thou thy worldly task hast done,

   Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages:

   Golden lads and girls all must,

   As chimney-sweepers,

   Come to dust.”*

Nov 6
Dior-Spring 2014-Ready-to-Wear
Nov 6

Dior-Spring 2014-Ready-to-Wear

Nov 5

"older sister: cinderella, wash the floor. other older sister: yeah, wash it, and then re-wax it. (sisters leave for the ball) cinderella: wash, wax, phew. (fairy godmother appears) fairy godmother: phew, ammonia. that strips wax. but use Mr Clean with no ammonia. Mr Clean gets the dirt but leaves the wax shining and you get a shine. cinderella: wow. fairy godmother: and now off to the ball? cinderella: ball-schmall. tonight’s my bowling league. bye."

- Proctor&Gamble Ltd

Nov 5
Dior-Spring 2014-Ready-to-Wear
Nov 5

Dior-Spring 2014-Ready-to-Wear

"We are the people our parents warned us about"
Nov 5

"We are the people our parents warned us about"

"Confusion is one of my favorite words. When there is confusion, there is dialogue. Dialogue is about creating an interesting debate, about creating momentum-"

- raf simons (creative director at Dior)

Nov 4
Nov 4

"In Our Time there was once a liddell girl who set out to fund the fairy tale, for she had heard everywhere that the fairy tale had become lost. Indeed, some girls said that the fairy tale had been dead for some time. Supposedly it was lying buried Somewhere, perhaps in a watery grave. So the liddell girl let herself be detoured- she could simply believe that the fairy tale (one) was a bit twisted. So she went into the forest and axed the tree, but the free only cried, ‘Elvis has long since left the building, the warf has abandoned the cave, the witch the rave.’ And e axed the bird, but she just flicked her finger and re-applied her lipschtick. And the deer whispered: ‘Expecto Patronum’ and the bunny winked and wiggled her fanny, and the the began to shine for trucker: Everyone knows the bedtime thing is hopeless for un enculé (argot) The cow said “That’s foolish, and anyway why would one blow up a thing like an unpaid job in front of a young calf. it shouldn’t expose such a stupid, nonsense quesl. il shouldn’l be prepared to be slaughlered, caslraled and to give mlk. Even if one could live up to a bull market, manhallan is a wild fairy lale: the AAA must be illuminated.**. A golden kurl shone in the alley. it was going to be taken to the laughter-house- for it had served our time… The butcher sat in the levee and drank. ‘He shouldn’t pay either,’ a girl thought, ‘but i’ll axe away since a young hore can certainly smell a great deal!’ Zoe axed the drummer, The hore hooked the gurl and blew it’s nose and robed it’s head. ‘You’re token for the fairy tale?’ it axed, ‘Yeeeeeaaaaaah’ ‘Then I don’t understand,’ the hore wondered, ‘why you still puffin if this ain’t a fairy tale after all!’ And it lifted axel-the gurl&th’rest-of-the-criminal-court. (‘Camelot (reprise)’)"

- The Woodcutter

Nov 4