Winifred Wikkeling » Seven Deadly Sins

Red Red Wine…

Winifred — Sat, 01 May 2010 00:42:06 +0000

Bold

full bodied

lingers on the tongue

bite

spice…

To these our spirits must adhere,

but for a bottle made of stone

Ben Oostrum's Jenever bottle

Via a29

our poison

might turn clear..

If he has…

Winifred — Thu, 25 Mar 2010 00:50:20 +0000

…large hands, firm grip

hair – netjes,

eyes dark, preferably beguiling ones

lips, sweet – maybe dangerous ones

height neck arching

stride commanding

then he too

should

have

these

Lucas Ossendrijver for Lavin

Via Hellofrancis

In a New York apartment, maybe?

Winifred — Sun, 06 Dec 2009 16:27:36 +0000

So we’re finding ourselves a bit uninspired these days. Our thirst for beauty is not being met though we admit to perhaps not being entirely in the best place to receive it.

Our mood

has rather

mirrored

The dark celebration of Gehard Demetz

We feel grumpy. We feel annoyed. We feel disappointed that we were not exactly blown away by Dutch Design Week. We could barely bring ourselves to discuss it. Amidst all this cleverness we found ourselves wandering in search of beauty like Arctic explorers in a blinding snowstorm…But in our detached and barely awake for it state, we noticed something that someone living in New York could certainly appreciate.

Badkast by Anna van der Lei

Though this bath within a closet perked us up, we can’t be certain we would entrust to it some of our more precious wardrobe pieces…

Mirror, Mirror

Winifred — Fri, 29 May 2009 01:28:55 +0000

Narcissus by VanEsch

Most often a mirror is for gazing, at times for questioning and sometimes for reflecting. After gazing we questioned, what might our Narcissus reflect? Would it be, thank you for this journey, thank you for the obstacles, thank you for your perseverance? Or maybe, thank you for your fearlessness, thank you for your exploration, thank you for your open mind? It might also say, thank you for your intuition, your questioning, your searching. But then we would have to add, thank you for your growth, your dynamic style. Surely we would want it to offer, thank you for surprising, thank you for believing, thank you for receiving. We would hope for enough space to thank you for that laugh – disproportionate and loud – for it was there with us always when we needed it most…

Rose 31 Le Labo

admin — Wed, 06 May 2009 02:15:20 +0000

A spritz or two of rose,

me, at the tip of my toes, my nose in pursuit,

hovering close,

brushing lightly the curve of the base,

I follow rose to the hollow,

there below the ear, savoring,

I take a deep breath in,

holding rose briefly, I release, reluctantly, but rose stays with me,

when I open my eyes,

he smiles knowingly,

how easily I succumb…