A Trip to the Moon

A Trip To The Moon (La Voyage Dans La Lune) by Georges Méliès, 1902
So magical...
enjoy!
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Nature's Architects

I got this book as a Christmas present for my special fella, and he loved it.

{I am still not quite sure if it appealed more to his being an architect or to his hedgehog-y nature}

This little book is quite lovely, filled (as one might expect from books of this kind) with intriguing trivia about the dwelling-making of all sorts of little creatures, and it smells like an attic in early Autumn.

(Yes, I am one of those gals that just has to smell her books)

Unfortunately, most of the plates have long ago parted ways with the little book, however there are some that have stuck ~pardon the pun~around, and most pages are adorned with beautiful black and white photographs and illustrations.

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On My Desk

It's paint, paint, paint around here these days...and I couldn't wish for a better company than my deer {dear} planter that holds some of my brushes...I just love it when things combine practicality and whimsy, and it helps with the fact that I collect such things in heaps, and if they didn't have any use (apart from the obvious decorative one), I would simply tumble under their weight...~or would be in need of an ever-expanding home to accommodate them all :)
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Neverland: Magic Paper

A collection of elegantly fragile, soft and gentle creations :

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Michel Ocelot, Les Trois Inventeurs

I wish you all a lovely week,
xoxo

The Illusionist

I have always had a soft spot for animated films, and was so sad to see them gradually fade away, especially with the introduction of computer generated graphics.
There is something magical about moving pictures, with all of their imperfections and apparent human-factor flaws, that I feel can't be found in today's films anymore.
And perhaps that is why I found The Illusionist to be so charming a film.
The film tells the story of an aging slight-of-hand magician who takes his stage act from Paris to the UK, in hopes of finding a more appreciative audience for his outdated tricks. While performing at an Inn in Scotland, his magic and kindness inspire a young girl to follow him and the two find themselves in Edinburgh.
Apart from being one of the most stunningly beautiful visual arrangements I have seen the last few years, it manages to do just that: touch on how all those little things that we have lost over the years, things that have been pushed aside in favor of 'advancement' and 'progress', somehow still are irreplaceable.
The struggles of working in a dying craft are depicted beautifully, while leaving you with a sweet and sour-y taste, just right for the film's tone.
xoxo