“the human body is the best picture of the human soul.” // l. wittgenstein

it isn’t much of a secret that i wear my heart on my sleeve, that i line my eyes to make sure they’re seen, and that i’m a fan of my pout – otherwise, why would i have drawers upon drawers stacked up with tubes of gloss that, in hue, all vaguely resemble each other?

i’m not however, a fan of T & A; don’t misunderstand – i can appreciate a good ass, i applaud their form, and how they seemingly keep pants from falling down, and i’m surely not disapproving of anyone showing off a peach of a décolletage; i just would rather not.

i am not, however, beyond showing off a lusty suggestion; a wink, a smile – countered with just a touch of plain verity for good measure. i mean, you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, and it is what’s inside that counts – but sometimes, it’s nice to let it all just hang out…



➝ source : booty ring via nora kogan

➝ source : human heart locket via pamela love

➝ source : 3-peak spine cuff via jennifer fisher

➝ source : pink sapphire ear cuff via sabine g.

“i never play without my cape.” // b. lugosi

it’s exactly ten days away now and i feel like it’s time for me to be perfectly clear : i loathe halloween.

i’m all for treats, i’ll give you my chocolate for all your single-serve, teeny packs of chips – and/or a trick if you’re feeling particularly contrary.

i loved it when i was small, when my costume of choice was either boy george, (there, that’s me showing my age), or a very politically incorrect ‘bag-lady‘ – forgive me, things were different in the ’80s. i’d hide my booty-filled pillowcase from my brother and continue on dipping into my treasure for the foreseeable future.

but something happened after roughly the age of 12 where even the thought of wearing a get-up that was not my own, or very much of me, would send me running, and give me the chills. the thought alone was a spooky halloween unto itself. the lucky thing is, though i never thought i could save the world – the wearing of a cape never seemed a costume to me, but a rather practical, yet intensely stylish part of my wardrobe. perhaps i missed out on dressing up like a superhero somewhere along the way?





➝ source : ‘biker’ cape by comme des garçons via storm fashion

➝ source : ‘gaia’ cape via vivienne westwood anglomania

➝ source : étoile isabel marant raquel patchwork knitted cape by via net-a-porter

➝ source : cashmere felt cape via rick owens

“organizing is what you do before you do something, so that when you do it, it is not all mixed up.” // a.a. milne

there lies a streak in me, one that feels compelled to make magazines align themselves at a 90° angle, perfectly stacked, spines straight.

a band of discord that makes it impossible for me to walk past a kitchen sink with an unwashed glass still in it; there will be soap, there will be clean glassware. there is a vein that runs through me that demands an impression of organization, so that there is at least, a modicum of methodology running amongst the tumult – the opposing side of me that procrastinates, that collects, and neglects order in favour of sentimentality.

i’m a very complicated lass, (but aren’t we all?)

so, for those moments when order wins the battle, at least a bit of fetching frippery can make the existential angst worth it.




➝ source : fierzo desk tray via alessi

➝ source : city sunday magazine rack via minus tio

➝ source : nest office caddy by umbra shift via a + r store

➝ source : another desktop series via another country

“the difference between utility and utility plus beauty is the difference between telephone wires and the spider web.” // e.w. teale

it never really occurred to me that my wheelhouse met precisely in the middle between form and function.

i suppose i understood what my eye liked, but it wasn’t until recently that i understood how it made me feel. it’s a certain simplicity i’m aiming for – white wood, straight lines, graphic monochromes, airy wire in unexpected and day-glo hues.

i mean, who knew one could feel so passionately about a bright yellow, wire basket? like, it makes my heart smile. it’s why i say i’m a simple girl with simple tastes – the chairs i’d like to rest my arse on might hover around $800 a piece, but you can’t say that they are overly complicated, right?



➝ source : big bend lounge chair via cast & crew

➝ source : 18″ bend basket via bendgoods

➝ source : bertoia side chair w/cushion via hive modern

➝ source : grid two shelf unit via oliver bonas

“life is like underwear, should be changed twice a day.” // r. bradbury

barring the obvious, e.g., sitting, (standing for that matter), cool drafts, sheer tops, movement of any kind, i’m the type of girl for whom foundation garments are absolutely mandatory.

truth be told, i think i’d rather like being wrapped up in a tourniquet; neck to below the knee, thank you very much. it would give me the ultimate in smooth lines – i wouldn’t be able to breathe mind you, but it would be tailored just for me – no spanx you own could ever claim that. until that day comes, wherein my custom mummification becomes a reality, i’ll settle for basic undergarments – not boring mind, just the type with hooks and eyes, and ones that cover your bum in stars and shimmer.





➝ source : xirena division striped bra via sheerluxe

➝ source : metallic stretch briefs via miu miu

➝ source : inedit stretch-tulle bra via eres

➝ source : star briefs via diesel

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