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Glitterazzi with model Alana Beale and MUA Kecia Littman

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Dance Yrself Clean by LCD Soundsystem. Every sound you hear is made with yarn mallets and a marimba. Not the best but it’s pretty cool.

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Flying | James Newton Howard | Peter Pan

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The New World (2005)

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Art by Arthur Rackham (1906) from PETER PAN IN KENSINGTON GARDENS.

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He may look like a  b o y But he’s a bloody  d e m o n

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When first I saw her, she was regarded as someone finished, broken, lost. She seemed barely to notice the others about her.  John Rolfe

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Illustration by Arthur Rackham for Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens, by J.M. Barrie. 

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Young. Sweet. Innocent. Deadly.

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SHORT. BUT SUFFICIENT. It would be simply insensible for Peter to expect anybody else to rattle off a name with credentials like his own; Annie will do kindly for an introduction. She is still small, a very little girl, she has time enough to have adventures and make a name for herself, like he did.

   ”It’s delightful to meet you Annie,” he cheers, standing upright with a grin shot in Annie’s direction. Yet; the tune doesn’t escape his mind. He won’t forgive himself for returning to Neverland without it. “But you must tell me where you heard that song! It’ll rattle around my brain for a century if I don’t hear it again.”

                                                               ╳αииιє☆☼▬                                           Peter Pan. Well——no wonder he thought so highly of himself. Annie has to be dreaming, even if she did happen did believe in him; she just never expected to meet him in all his ethereal glory.  Her introduction is short and simple, as she didn’t have any significant titles attached to her name, “I’m ANNIE.”

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THE PLUM certainly has an appetizing air to it. If she hadn’t offered, there’s no guarantee Peter wouldn’t have simply swooped down and plucked it from her very grip. All in good faith, of course -- a bite, and he would return it. Probably.

   ”You are too kind,” Peter grins, slipping from his branch with a soft thump!, cushioned by the moss and rotten leaves of the undergrowth. “I haven’t ever seen a plum tree around these parts,” he muses, holding out a dirty palm for her to hand the fruit over, “Have you hidden one, so that nobody else will find it?”

A small form lays splayed on a seaward rock, resembling a seraph in her most eloquent of vessels. The nymph stretches out her teeny limbs, exerting a yawn in the other’s direction, as she spots them with a peculiar expression. In her hands she balances a plum, taking a large bite of it as the juice sticks to her tiny lips. 

  ❝Would you care for a bite?❞ She offers to share.

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Rackham, Arthur, 1867-1939. The Peter Pan portfolio, [1912].

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Houghton Library, Harvard University

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"He knew what would happen. From the moment he left, he knew and he went anyway."

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Come and find me.