“eating is not merely a material pleasure. eating well gives a spectacular joy to life and contributes immensely to goodwill and happy companionship. it is of great importance to the morale. // e. schiaparelli

forgive me.

this foray in to screen and keyboard is turning out a lot more like i’ve gone grocery shopping on an empty stomach – and instead, all that swirls in my head, in lieu of frocks, fancy shoes, and bangles up to there, is ice cream cones, french fries and juicy fruits, up to there.

and much like that roast i’ll never cook, or those mangoes i continue to butcher till there’s nothing but the stone, i’ll never eat it – nor would i wear it – but i can’t deny, when you look good enough to consume, it’s difficult to think about anything else, but getting a good meal in, before you get it all over your clothes.

i really have to get some lunch. i’m starting to think those shoes, with a side of ketchup really would be good enough to eat.






➝ source : natalie sweater via markus lupfer

➝ source : leo’s leo tomato bag via luisa via roma

➝ source : apple dress via peter jensen

➝ source : fast food slip-ons via chiara ferragni

“be willing to be uncomfortable. be comfortable being uncomfortable.” // p. mcwilliams

though spring has been slow to grow, i’m not naive enough to think that summer will not eventually rear it’s frizzy head and make me wholly uncomfortable.

i’m getting my hair cut tomorrow, so that i won’t have to touch it for the next three months, (curly hair + humidity = 76% reduction in length), and i’m doing some real, in-depth research into what i may be wearing in the next few weeks to combat the sheer displeasure i’ll be experiencing, and to possibly mask the fine layer of sweat that i’m going to be covered in.

i suppose i don’t help my own cause, as i’m forever prone to donning black, and keep my eerily pale legs covered; but if we’re meant to be true to ourselves, i suppose that means we should get rather accustomed to feeling a certain level of discomfort, a certain amount of time…







➝ source : flits dress via humanoid

➝ source : back by ann sofie back l/s zip dress via oak

➝ source : ripple print leggings via henrik vibskov

➝ source : gauze poet dress via raquel allegra

“what is drama but life with the dull bits cut out.” // w. churchill

much like this daily endeavor into word and hopeful wit, life needs a good edit now and again.

to see the wood for the trees, we need to weed out our proverbial gardens now and again and cut out those unnecessary bits that keep us tied to ruts, slumps, and tethered to to this fashionable grind. perhaps what we need from time to time, is a trim to the superfluous, to the extra, to the fancy. perhaps, if it were ever warm enough, we could also let the air in…





➝ source : cutout sleeveless top via novis

➝ source : cutout details skirt via sea

➝ source : cut out balloon dress via isa arfen

➝ source : cut-out sandals via marsèll

“i like it. what is it?” // a. burrill

because i am boundlessly pretentious and wildly childish when it comes to certain matters; i admit to feeling a momentary wave of glee when i know a little something about a little something, that very few others do. to be fair, if i made a list, it would be painfully short, but give me a little credit when on the odd occasion, it does happen.

i like using this not-entirely-well-known, (or at least it wasn’t when i started using it), korean eyeliner. i quite enjoy finding really lovely cups and saucers that will never match, and gorgeous posters that combine silver foil and quotes by shakespeare.

don’t misunderstand, i know i haven’t reinvented the wheel, but on the rare occasion when this gift redeems itself by being helpful instead of superficial, it sort of evens things out in my mind.

it is however, a wee bit discombobulating, when i’ve not heard of something that someone has been raving about for years, couldn’t live without, would be on their desert island list; that’s when i get a little bit of the crank. i want to like it too, i want to have heard about it too – it would help, of course, to know what it was first, but let’s all jump on the bandwagon and say we’ve been  here forever, where’ve you been?



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➝ source : cosRX silk finger balls (yes, balls) via cult beauty

➝ source : halcyon cleanser via yüli

➝ source : Ø face oil via plant

➝ source : the super green molecule via fountain

“i adore wearing gems, but not because they are mine. you can’t possess radiance, you can only admire it.” // e. taylor

when my lobes were pierced at the age of six, as the child of an eastern european mother demanded, i was bestowed a pair of slight, yellow-gold earrings – and i wore them i believe, until i was given a pair of small diamond studs, and then proceeded to punch three more holes into my left ear, and two more into my right. i believe i wanted to become a sieve.

it was roughly around that time, that although i enjoyed that certain hint of sparkle shimmering through my hair, the most beguiling of stones to me were coloured like the earth. i liked the blues, the greens, even the dusty pinks – those that looked as if bits of fossilized dirt were trapped inside. i thought that instead of the clear-as-water diamonds, those rocks were steeped with the tiniest bit of cosmic history, had just bit more of a story to them – that they were the older souls of the earth.

and now that i’ve gone all mystical and woo on you, just see what i mean…




➝ source : tsavorite stack ring via khai khai

➝ source : gemstone cluster ring via mociun

➝ source : eye cluster ring via dream collective

➝ source : eclipse ring via scosha

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