Tuesday, September 30, 2014

“a doctor can bury his mistakes, but an architect can only advise his clients to plant vines.” // f.l. wright

it’s a fine dichotomy, that’s found between the lines of a curve and a severe, straight angle.

but it’s there, in the middle of that venn diagram, in the middle of that polarity – where beauty resides. it’s the reason that architecture can be found to be beautiful, that a building; brick, mortar, steel beams – can elicit a sigh of relish.

it’s the same with a piece of jewelry – it must curve around a finger, a wrist, a neck – but it can carry with it hard right angles, obtuse lines and straight arrows –  and it’s there, in that middle space where hard and soft collide, and out of that, comes some kind of wonderful.


➝ source : geometric bangles via forma

➝ source : ann demeulemeester ring via far fetch

➝ source : faux/real hungry bed bangle via nana & bird

➝ source : trapeze pendant necklace via marni


Monday, September 29, 2014

“my eyesight is not nearly as good. my hearing is probably going away. my memory is slipping too. but I’m still around.” // j. wooden

the year i turned thirteen, was a very bad year indeed.

there were no soft summer nights, no lights, no village green, when i was thirteen.

instead, what there was, was a hormonal muddle of bad skin, unruly hair, braces, and eyesight that was about to go very, very murky. to say that a gentler and somewhat cuter late adolescence was hard won, would be an unkindness to the very definition of the word understatement. thank goodness for a sense of humor, and a brooding love of all things depeche mode, black clothes, and big-soled dr. martens.

the brunt of that laundry list of physical burdens still plague me, but they’re much simpler to deal with (and scoff at) – as long as you have means enough for a good hair stylist, a better brand of concealer, and health-coverage for a monthly therapist visit.

my eyesight, of course, is worse – but, at least one can look chic and almost intellectual – instead of solely scholastic and utterly derpy, with a good pair of specs.


➝ source : emerald green 0772 via cutler and gross

➝ source : watts in blue sapphire via warby parker

➝ source : afton in workmen grey via oliver peoples

➝ source : 180 in black via linda farrow


Friday, September 26, 2014

“that so few now dare to be eccentric, marks the chief danger of the time.” // j. s. mill

i’ve long held the thought that it would be a most welcome and wonderful outcome to end up an eccentric, old biddy.

i’d leave out the extended laundry list of the aspects of old age that make it seem like a rather dull affair, (like ill-health, benign guilt and a body that begins to reject you), and leave in an extra-large helping of no-longer-giving-a-shit about what other people think, and a veritable metric ton of doing whatever the hell you want.

an old age like that seems rather grand, but it takes so long to get there – so:  i’ve decided to stop waiting and start being as weird and wonderful as i’d like. wanna come with?



➝ source : detached sleeve sweatshirt via slow and steady wins the race

➝ source : comme des garçons asymmetric patchwork dress via guya firenze

➝ source : diamond bee stud earring via yvonne leon

➝ source : y’s by yohji yamamoto zip front derby via totokaelo


Thursday, September 25, 2014

“when paris sneezes, europe catches cold.” // k. von metternich

i’m forever eating my words, (along with all the salty, crunchy things – have you seen any of those things? i’d like some more).

yet, at this precise moment, i have to take back the idea that paris couldn’t keep me interested long enough to get to the pinnacle of fashion forever week. but you see, it takes so long to get to paris – that i completely forgot about a few things; namely, a van noten, a rochas, and a damir doma – among others.

how silly can i be?


left to right :

sea // msgm (okay, yes – this show was in milan. shhh.)

sonia rykiel // damir doma

rochas // dries van noten

[give me all the rochas, let me have all the dries van noten...prettypretty please? ]


Wednesday, September 24, 2014

“we become what we behold. we shape our tools, and thereafter our tools shape us.” // m. mcluhan

in school, a paintbrush was as useful to me, as i was successful in cross-country running.

which is to say, not a bit. not one iota. no ma’am, no thank you – i’m shrugging my shoulders and out of breath already. i had neither the visual creativity nor the endurance to manage the latter; and let me be very clear, i didn’t possess talent for either.

i do, however enjoy a modicum of flair with the tools and brushes meant for the face. i can camouflage and spackle imperfections with the best of them. i can also make a wayward brow behave and line an eye with aplomb. these are the tools of trade, after all, that do shape us…




➝ source : eyelash curler via shu uemura

➝ source : secret camouflage brush via laura mercier

➝ source : brow lash comb via japonesque

➝ source : powder brush via make up for ever


Tuesday, September 23, 2014

“you have taken fester and turned him into your personal love slave. i respect that. but debbie (gesturing at the decor around her)…PASTELS?” // a. huston as m. adams

though i’m fairly known for my black-hearted wardrobe, if you know me well, you know that my heart is actually more akin to a rainbow.

i laugh with gusto, i like with grand brio, and love, well, i love BIG, really big. like whoa. my appreciation for life is keenly focussed on the practice of zeal and moderate, if-not-a-wee-bit-cynical, enthusiasm.

which means that opposing my intense dark side, there is this strange little part of me, perhaps it resides in my pinky finger, but still – it’s there. give me bubblegum, jem and the holograms and a touch of airiness – give me a little bit of pastel, or give me death.

(see what i did there?)



➝ source : sail cat-eyes via grey ant

➝ source : messina dragonfruit necklace via emily green

➝ source : elle sasson elisa dress via hampden clothing

➝ source : juno high-vamp sandal via 3.1 phillip lim


Monday, September 22, 2014

“i never wore a studded leather jacket, y’know. ne-va!” // j. lydon

and that’s probably the only thing johnny rotten and i have in common. that, and maybe that i like one sex pistols song. (johnny for sure thought they were all awesome.)

i’ve traveled long and far maintaining that a leather jacket just wasn’t for me; and then i caught up with three years ago – and the feminine-slash-rockabilly style of pairing a well-worn moto-jacket with a full skirt and a pair of heels or, (let’s be realistic), a smock dress and a pair chucks – and a well-timed voilà, and you’re set. there’s just something about adding a jolt of thug to an otherwise ladylike frame of mind.

i know i’m rather late to this game, but at least i finally made it.





➝ source : sacai luck leather jacket vest via la garçonne

➝ source : (it doesn’t even have to be leather-leather, faux-leather works too!) faux leather biker via topshop

➝ source : floral printed biker jacket via msgm

➝ source : blister washed-leather biker jacket via rick owens


Friday, September 19, 2014

“i grew up in europe, where the history comes from.” // e. izzard

the catwalks that truly catch my fancy are the ones that end up way over on stage right; across the pond and over the pontes

i’d hazard that i could stop there and forego traveling over to france for the next week of fashion-many-weeks, but for now, revel in gorgeousness from london and milan. while there, fetch a few (dozen) panzerotti from luini for me and i’ll forget all about the fashion…


left to right:

fendi // angelos bratis

peter pilotto // stella jean

prada // roksanda ilincic

all photos via style dot com


Thursday, September 18, 2014

“the sharp thorn often produces delicate roses.” // ovid

as i’d like to think that what i do here is rather more introspective than its one-dimensional veneer might seemingly suggest – (though i am 100% for wild-with-abandon-rampant-consumerism), i know that sometimes my intent and what comes out, aren’t always simpatico.

i do have a habit of blathering on, of making mention of big hair and big shoes; of a wardrobe that may or may not need searchlights to eek out a discernible silhouette, and of a pair of hips that require the sort of attention that only a dress can address. if the surface of things scream ‘more is more’, it’s only because once and a while, we use what we can to bolster that sliver of confidence that resides in those small, and relatively shy corners of our minds.

however, as time keeps reminding me of its quick clip, i’m sussing out that there is also strength to be found in being somewhat delicate.

just don’t get too close, i might poke your eye out.



➝ source : hook through single earring via wendy nichol

➝ source : hexagonal ring w/diamonds by jo hayes ward via twist

➝ source : golden rod necklace via another feather

➝ source : oka bracelet via fay andrada


Wednesday, September 17, 2014

“it has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.” // a.c. doyle

i’ve noticed lately, that my face has begun to ache from nerves-being-shot-induced-jaw-clenching, and that i’m getting the opposite of laugh-lines – as my mouth has been stuck in a sneer for a bit too long.

to be completely blunt, you wouldn’t want to bump into me in a dimly-lit alley – i’m in a sour space, and i’m hoping, for everyone’s sake that it’ll abate soon – because i’m fairly tired of being sick and tired.

why yes, yes I AM at my personal best right now, why do you ask?

until that day, that day when not every single thing aggravates me, i’ll be thankful for the little things; gratitude, even in small doses can make all things pear-shaped, seem as straight as an arrow…




➝ source : sheer lip colour in summer nude via bobbi brown

➝ source : bauhaus alum keytag via poketo

➝ source : blah blah blah iphone case via

➝ source : miniature omaggio bolig vases by kähler via royal design

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