Showing posts with label adventures. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adventures. Show all posts

20 February 2012

LIFE // some creepiness for you

In which my friends and I dress up as dead people and break into houses.

I. My friend Ayanah slept over last night and we had some fun with eyeshadow.


straight faces don't last long.


II. The next day we met up with our other friend Miranda, and wandered around Portland for a while taking photos (next post!). Then we broke into a house near where Miranda lives.
Well, an abandoned house.
From the 1800s.
Filled with cool stuff.
Like letters dated 1899.
You'll see.
I've mentioned how long I've been looking for a house like this, right? Years. This one? Perfect.
I love abandoned buildings with a burning passion.
i went in first. Ayanah was quite a bit more enthusiastic about climbing through broken glass than Miranda.



what's on the walls, guys. what is that. seriously. what.




all three of us with our Nikons... dressed like hobos... that's how we roll.

this is one of my favorites. the front door.



into the attic.


hey Aya, good to see you too.



the shower.



from left to right: history book, poster for a feedstore in "Yarmouthville" (nowadays just Yarmouth, ME), a 1917 National Geographic, a Victorian birthday card, and a change purse, a brooch, and a 1899 letter on top of another history book.

Miss Agnes M Call, Freeport, ME. not even a street address.


Check out E.T.Hathaway's phone number: 68•2. Mmmhmm. Yarmouthville.



cheque from June 28, 1910

every modern convenience, $2.00 a day. In 1899. Yeah.


rug catalogue.

there were a bunch of letters to Mr L. E. Ross. This one's from 1900, and as you can see below, someone wanted to buy his horse.



early 70s, I think? This was the most modern thing in there. After this, the house was boarded up. It was only recently unboarded.

victorian postcard. how amazing is she? I want to be her. look at that hat.


presumably one of the house owners in the 50s.

the basement.




Aya with her jugs.

the exterior.

"no trespassing..." ah. yes.


So that made me very happy.

03 November 2011

FASHION // feathers falling from grey





Fences - Phoenix
(in case you havent noticed, my post titles have been lyrics from the songs at the beginning/end of the post. kudos if you caught that.)


These are from ages ago when it was still summery out... Ah well.

Photo cred to Emily (love ya girl), editing by me. Still trying to get the "film" look.

shirt: Pendleton (thanks Dad) // jeans: Banana Republic // boots: Dingo // sunnies: Forever21


I love praying mantises. And there were tonsss in the field. Bug eyes squared...












dis be my mountain, y'all.


As hard as we tried to dislodge the spider, he kept hanging on. HIS turkey feather, apparently. 
My thistle friend. Tall thistle friend.





Em's version here. She's much prompter than I.





PS: ohmigod Florence + the Machine's new album...! It's like ear candy times a million. Haven't had it off repeat since I got it. Deluxe version all the way. Just a little obsessed.

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