Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Instagram loves.

Hey guys and dolls.  

You can follow me on instagram (  @lisesilva   )  as I document art projects, color stories, street market buys, vintage finds, family photos, and daily loves i.e., good china, old books, heavenly skies, drawings, doodlings, magical frocks, faux furs, and maryjanes.  

And, big announcement, I'm also prepping to launch an online boutique in the months that come and you can watch it unfold and, once open, get first looks at all my handmade and vintage wares via instagram. 

I'd love to see what you're up to too... If you follow, just send a message that you're a redtelephone reader.

xo ,


Thursday, August 9, 2012

Women in fields.

I've noticed a curious motif in my photo loves... Lone women wandering through fields.

What could be the meaning?

Love of solitude
Feeling lost
Desiring freedom
Seeking solace...?

This road.

" I have always known

That at last I would

Take this road, but yesterday

I did not know that it would be today. "

Narihira, 9th Century

Image:  "Louisa Walking Away" by Annabel Mehran

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

The color of walls or lipstick.

"Perhaps the new image of woman did not permit the internal honesty, the depth of perception, and the human truth  ....The color of walls or lipstick, the exact temperature of the oven....  Judging from the Women's magazines today, the concrete details of women's lives are more interesting than their thoughts, their ideas, their dreams.  Just the richness of the detail, the careful description of small events mask the lack of dreams, the vacuum of ideas, the terrible boredom that has settled over the American housewife."

-The Feminine Mystique (1963) by Betty Friedan

Image source: Vintage magazine

Sunday, August 5, 2012


Stills from House, 1977 via Cat Party

Friday, August 3, 2012


Still from the short Syntagma by Valie Export (1983)  

Nights in white satin.

"Nights in white satin, never reaching the end
Letters I've written, never meaning to send
Beauty I'd always missed, with these eyes before
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore

'Cause I love you, yes I love you
Oh, how I love you, oh, how I love you
'Cause I love you, yes I love you
Oh, how I love you, oh, how I love you

Breathe deep in the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another day's useless energy's spent
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love and has none
New mother picks up and suckles her son
Senior citizens wish they were young
Cold-hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colors from our sight
Red is gray and yellow white
And we decide which is right
And which is an illusion?

-The Moody Blues

(Photo is an advert for hair permanent circa the 70s)

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