Do you have any favourite / suggestions for indipendent bookshops or second-hand books markets/shops in London? :)
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1. Daunt Books, Marylebone ⇢ my favorite in the world. Must see.
2. Foyles ⇢ it’s huge, beautifully organized, and has everything you could need. Also great cafe upstairs.
3. Persephone Books ⇢ all lady authors, a great way to find new things.
4. Southbank Book Market ⇢ in between waterloo and the eye (east edge of the southbank center under the bridge). Interesting selection (heavy on old orange penguin classics) with a can’t beat view.
5. Charring Cross Road ⇢ there’s a string of independent, rare, and 2nd hand bookstore here (same road Foyles is on). Start down by Great Newport Street, head up towards Foyles. There’s a whole range of bookstores down there – I particularly like Koenig (emphasis on art and fashion). Don’t be intimidated by the antique booksellers; no, you probably can’t afford anything but as long as you’re quiet and careful they don’t mind you poking around.
Happy Hunting!
the feel of shaking out your cramping hand as your chopin vinyl comes to end, looking up from your notebook to realize with surprise that the sun had set as you were writing, counting the pages of your notebook you have filled, squinting to decipher your handwriting as it devolved into illegibility at the end, marking in preliminary edits with a bright red pen and a critical eye, laying out the pages on your floor, grinning at the tangibility of your productivity, your success
Still Life with Books, Jan Davidsz. de Heem, 1625 - 1630 (detail)
Take care of your costume and your confidence will take care of itself.
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I walk out,
Feeling the cold air press against me.
The clouds melt,
Sending their crystalline droplets.
They shatter on the cold ground,
So quickly;
I seem a goddess.
Little dark spots appearing
As my oxfords tap on the pavement.
Drops drip
From the cherry tree,
A bride in spring’s white.
I knew this would happen.
Something in the way the clouds hung over the sky,
Something in the shadow.
I knew that it would rain.
Something in the air, the ambit.
Rain, the ultimate acissmus.
Peace before the onslaught,
Icarus also flew.
Hmmm maybe not Mr. Elton, but Mr. Knightley?
This very morning, my history professor picked up the book I was reading, looked me in the eye, and said “Don’t read Wuthering Heights.” He then proceeded to walk away and continue class.
Details: Ship on Rough Seas, Max Jensen, 1908
Elegance, for me, is the manifestation of sophistication and tranquility of the soul, knowing how to beautify your life inside and out—to emanate grace, love, compassion, and wisdom that will touch those that surround you.
— Frances Q. (Musing Diary of a Delicate Petal)
"The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die. As well the minds which are prevented from changing their opinions; they cease to be mind."
-Friedrich Nietzsche
The Hermitage Museum. Saint Petersburg, Russia. 10/04/2015
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She wants to learn 75 languages