“friends and good manners will carry you where money won’t go.” // m. walker
however, should you have a few more items to tote around – the fast approaching autumn brings with it a veritable holdall of bags – and it wouldn’t be me at all if i didn’t pine for each and every one of them. (perhaps not the backpack, i’m still not on board with the rucksack, but i couldn’t resist the shimmering metallic.)
pick one, shoulder it around – then, go meet up with some friends and be sure to thank them for being so good to you…
➝ source : raffie bag by mackage and in toronto, available at zane
➝ source : bucket bag via mansur gavriel
➝ source : pierre hardy backpack via the corner
➝ source : edouard satchel via jérôme dreyfuss
“did you ever get the feeling that the world was a tuxedo and you were a pair of brown shoes?” // g. gobel
it’s been ages since i’ve had the need to use the black-tie option; i suppose me and mine just don’t run in the right circles (what sweet relief!).
when, in the past i’ve been presented with an invite that requested the affair be formal, i know i always tried to divert the course. case in point – i’ve never worn a dress that grazed an ankle, and i’ve never met a strappy/stilettoed shoe that made me swoon, (shudder in pain and horror yes, but never have i swooned).
the truth is, as the hors d’ouevres are served, cocktails are sipped, and small-talk is bantered about, the men seem as happy as clams. well-dressed, finely tailored, comfortably mingling in their buffed shoes – i think how much better off they are. and i want in. my intentions may not lean toward to le smoking, or of the janelle monae, but something infinitely more interesting – and surely, (please!) more comfortable than a gown and heels.
➝ source : exaggerated tuxedo dress via cynthia rowley
➝ source : tuxedo dress via A’N’D
➝ source : monochrome tuxedo dress via 3.1 phillp lim
➝ source : wool & satin cape via givenchy
“i’m a dirt person. i trust the dirt. i don’t trust diamonds and gold.” // e. kitt
this statement, it’s verily untrue.
i’m dirt-averse, i keep a clean house and i’m approaching OCD-levels on these (seriously) clean (and chapped) hands. i’m not one to aver that cleanliness is next to godliness, as i’m not into that sort of thing, but my brain does like to keep things tidy. there is one area, however, where a little dirt won’t irk me, and oddly enough – it’s all over my face.
i find it bizarre and not a little bit ironic that the cleanest my skin feels is when i rub it all up in the muck – of course, it’s not your plain, old muddy-mud that my dog rolls about in, but you know, the refined, antiseptic sort – the kind you don’t go out in to your yard to fetch; this is the kind of dirt you’ll pay good money for – but it’s fine, your skin will pay you back in kind.
➝ source : activated charcoal cleanser via shamanuti
➝ source : tea tree leaf facial exfoliant via aesop
➝ source : the problem solver correcting masque via may lindstrom
➝ source : dark angels scrub via lush
“they’re only crayons. you didn’t fear them in kindergarten, why fear them now?” // h. macleod
by all means – you may beg to differ, but i’ve always been better with words than with pictures.
when i was in school, it wasn’t english or poli-sci that gave me the twitch, it was always art class that gave me hives. all those mediums, all those colours, all the different ways i could make ugly come to life on canvas - always made me feel a little less than. talent, i had elsewhere – but this lack for visual artistic expression made my stick figures and intense need to colour within the lines stick out like, well, really bad art.
at university – and art class was no longer a mandatory 45 minutes of cultured hell, it dawned on me while sketching my siouxsie sioux eyes and penciling in my lip – that i wasn’t too shabby with paint after all, i just needed a different medium and a canvas i was bit more familiar with.
now – i’m positively giddy to crack open a fresh box of crayons with the moppet, and what’s more? i love colouring in the lines with new ones of my own – but these ones, i definitely don’t share.
➝ source : bite beauty matte crème lip crayon via sephora
➝ source : chubby stick cheek colour balm via clinique
➝ source : colour clay CC primer via tarte cosmetics
➝ source : kiss pop lipstick in smack via marc jacobs beauty
“i’ve always thought of the t-shirt as the alpha and omega of the fashion alphabet.” // g. armani
i rarely wear what can be classically called a t-shirt - but even i know that there is not one piece of clothing, (excluding a well-worn pair of jeans), that is as classic, simple and yet, fashion-forward as a simple tee.
yet, there has been this movement as of late, that has turned the simple cotton tee, into a status-symbol, though once you could get a three-pack-fruit-of-the-loom for less than a tenner and dress it up or down with just about anything, the last few years have seen the rise of the triple digit t-shirt; and i think i have a problem with that.
i get it – the fashion houses can afford to be clever, to hopefully use the best cotton jersey, (i hope?), to get away with using the most pithy/ironic/witty of sayings, and to have the most elaborate designs. it’s just that i can’t stand behind the prices they ask you to pay; and i’m someone who rarely has an issue with a price-tag. if you have the means and the desire, don’t listen to a thing i say, but i just think paying that much for a basic item of clothing smacks a little like taking advantage. especially when you can pick up any basic tee, and get it printed at your local bang-on.
➝ source : froggy loops tee via moschino
➝ source : madeworn’s guns n’ roses tank via net-a-porter
➝ source : alex graphic ‘lara’ tee via markus lupfer
➝ source : tikki man print tee via mary katrantzou
“jeans represent democracy in fashion.” // g. armani
it’s true that i never wear jeans.
of course i’d like to, but i just haven’t found a pair that appease my hips and please my ass.
if your genes aren’t as accommodating as the jeans you adore, you’ll find yourself searching for alternative avenues to assuage your denim desires. when you finally do, you start to recognize that there is an entire universe of denim that doesn’t fit into the conventional ideals of skinny and straight, (though i am not too proud to admit that i still ache for a pair of skinnies).
yet, your perfect fit is out there, once you allow yourself to branch out just a little bit; you’ll find a galaxy of different denim, perfectly suited, just for you.
➝ source : denim & velvet tunic (oh, HOW I WANT) via marni
➝ source : leather patchwork boyfriend jeans via McQ
➝ source : band of outsiders shearling collar denim jacket via ssense
➝ source : the row asti skirt via lagarçonne
“progress isn’t made by early risers. it’s made by lazy men trying to find easier ways to do something.” // r.a. heinlen
for the most part, i’d rather be sleeping.
sure, there is a laundry list of amusing things to do, gorgeous things to see, and clever people to meet – but honestly, all i want for the now, is a brisk lie-down – the kind that lasts roughly twenty-two hours and leaves you in a confused and groggy haze. it’s my own fault really – i know all the facts: i tend to enjoy the evening hours a bit too much, those ones after i’m revived by a second wind after my 3pm drowsiness. now, that wouldn’t be all that terirble – yet, combine this with a child, (i could stop there, but lo, i will continue), who has forever woken up with the birds, and you’ll find me, duly nonplussed - and wholly reluctant to get out of bed at 6.02am every morning.
alas – that is my sleepy lot in life.
so, instead of saving up sheep, i save time – by making the morning a bit more efficient – because when you KO the alarm on repeat, time is of the essence – and you’ll appreciate those items that pack a (five-four-three-or) two-for-one punch.
➝ source : naked2 eyeshadow palette via urban decay
➝ source : beach tint for cheeks & lips via becca
➝ source : brow duality highlighting duo via anastasia
➝ source : the multiple for eyes/cheeks & lip via nars