Christmas with the Derrenbergers |
Katja Verheul in Ménage |
Merry Christmas loves! Love, Indulge, Relax.
xo, Kat
Christmas in NYC, nothing compares
Christmas with the Derrenbergers |
Katja Verheul in Ménage |
Vogue January 2006 |
Vogue Paris February 2009 |
Madonna |
Brad Pitt & Angelina Jolie |
Vogue Italy 2003 |
Vogue Italy September 2004 |
Thanksgiving Dinner with the Derrenbergers |
Photo: Marcus Tondo / GoRunway.com |
Photo: Marcus Tondo / GoRunway.com |
Photo: Gianni Pucci / GoRunway.com |
Photo: Gianni Pucci / GoRunway.com |
Photo: Marcus Tondo / GoRunway.com |
WHOEVER you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, | |
I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands; | |
Even now, your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you, | |
Your true Soul and Body appear before me, | |
They stand forth out of affairs—out of commerce, shops, law, science, work, forms, clothes, the house, medicine, print, buying, selling, eating, drinking, suffering, dying. | |
Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem; | |
I whisper with my lips close to your ear, | |
I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you. | |
O I have been dilatory and dumb; | |
I should have made my way straight to you long ago; | |
I should have blabb’d nothing but you, I should have chanted nothing but you. ON THE BEACH AT NIGHT ON the beach at night, Stands a child with her father, Watching the east, the autumn sky. Up through the darkness, While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading, Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky, Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east, Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter, And nigh at hand, only a very little above, Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades. From the beach the child holding the hand of her father, Those burial-clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all, Watching, silently weeps. Weep not, child, Weep not, my darling, With these kisses let me remove your tears, The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious, They shall not long possess the sky, they devour the stars only in apparition, Jupiter shall emerge, be patient, watch again another night, the Pleiades shall emerge, They are immortal, all those stars both silvery and golden shall shine out again, The great stars and the little ones shall shine out again, they endure, The vast immortal suns and the long-enduring pensive moons shall again shine. Then dearest child mournest thou only for Jupiter? Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars? Something there is, (With my lips soothing thee, adding I whisper, I give thee the first suggestion, the problem and indirection,) Something there is more immortal even than the stars, (Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing away,) Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter Longer than sun or any revolving satellite, Or the radiant sisters the Pleiades. |
Vogue September 2011. |
Kylie Minogue |
Keira Knightley |
Amber Heard |
Emma Watson |
Beyonce |
Jessica Stam |
Siri Tollerød |
Ralph Lauren Fall 2011. Monica Feudi |
Dovima with elephants, evening dress by Dior, Paris, August 1955 |
Emma Watson in Italian Vogue 2008. |
Grace Kelly |
Givenchy Haute Couture 2010 |
Edie Sedgwick, Chuck Wein, Andy Warhol & Twiggy. |
Shop "It's a Mod World" on Free People to channel your inner Edie. |