frivolous and fickle trimmings.

"The girls trod absent-mindedly on the bright shreds of material, wading carelessly in the rubbish of a possible carnival, in the storeroom for some great unrealized masquerade. They disentangled themselves with nervous giggles from the trimmings, their eyes laugh into the mirrors. 
Their hearts, the quick magic of their fingers were not in the boring [outcome] which remained on the table, but in the thousand scraps, the frivolous and fickle trimmings, with the  colorful fantastic snowstorm with which they could smother the whole city"
Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles

this passage - the girls and the giggling and the rubbish - reminded me of the {frolic!} flower class I photographed last summer. you can see more photos on Chelsea Fuss' flickr


  1. The words of this passage are so textured and vivid. I would love to know a little more about the book this came from? I've never heard of it. Are you enjoying it?

    Also-- love the flower class photos. Makes me want to take a class like that. =)

    1. Abigail,
      My friend Amanda sent me this book, because it was the basis for a found text (called "Tree of Codes") from my favorite author, Jonathan Safran Foer. There isn't a whole lot of plot to it, but the imagery is beautiful.


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