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And New York is the most beautiful city in the world?  It is not far from it.  No urban night is like the night there … Squares after squares of flame, set up and cut into the aether.  Here is our poetry, for we have pulled down the stars to our will.

Ezra Pound

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Looking up at a blurry world to find inspiration and a new courage to live amongst the skyscrapers while still seeing beauty…

Downtown fire escape

New York had all the iridescence of the beginning of the world.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

What I Saw Wednesday

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This fabulous exhibition has recently opened in Melbourne at the Australian Centre for the Moving Image, direct from the Victoria & Albert Museum in London. I’m excited to go and see it with two of my closest girlfriends in a couple of weekends’ time – what a fun way to brighten up our gray autumn days.

ps. Apologies for the blurry photo!

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Do not be too timid and squeamish about your actions.  All life is an experiment.  The more experiments you make the better.  What if they are a little coarse, and you may get your coat soiled or torn?  What if you do fail, and get fairly rolled in the dirt once or twice.  Up again, you shall never be so afraid of a tumble.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

What I Saw Wednesday

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How much fun are these old fashioned lolly bags? These are sold at the cafe across the road from where I work and they make me smile every time I see them. They take me straight back to childhood birthday parties and the ubiquitous lolly bags dutifully handed out by weary parents at the end of each party. How nice to live in a world where your biggest worry was whether or not you got any hated black jelly beans in your lolly bag.

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I really love this city.  It’s so very beautiful. It’s so multidimensional.  People say it has a darkness and a decadence, which it tries to hide; they say it’s full of the pretentious and opulent trying to strangle the dark reality.  But that’s true for most of the other great cities too. . . .

There is a soul here . . . and that soul is as pure as the heat of the sun that shines down on it and the rain that falls to purify it.

Umair Naeem
Drowning Shadows

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