Rapture

There is a long running joke I have with a girlfriend that when she becomes a neuroscientist and cures Alzheimer's (her ultimate goal), the ensuing fortune she will amass with allow me to cease work and pursue my creative endeavours while she foots the bill.

May I suggest she acquires this apartment for us/me to live in when this happens?

 She (or anyone else who's interested) can see the full shoot here. 

Mon beau temps de ma vie

I am lusting after this diary from O-check design - isn't in fantastic? Makes me think of myself writing wistful entries about suffering and art and life, sipping an espresso and smoking a gauloise à la Albert Camus.
I think in reality I would more resemble a female version of Jason Schwartzman in Wes Anderson's film Rushmore.
Oh well, we can but dream.