smallthings.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

“if you cannot do great things, do small things in a great way.” // n. hill

for a moment, my eyes played a trick on me – and i thought how apt, that napoleon bonaparte cited both ends of the size spectrum in a such an erudite way. he was a big man in ideas - wearing (moderately) small shoes.

it’s clear that one should never discount those who appear to be small, those items that seem too delicate, perhaps even fragile. looks can be very deceiving, when countered with the weight of what they convey. it’s how i feel about certain pieces i’ve worn, or have recently swooned over – the power they impart may not be so obvious, but that’s the trick – they’re weight doesn’t directly correspond to their heavy significance…

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➝ source : sunstone & black diamond crescent studs via mociun

➝ source : lapis rainbow & shooting star pendant necklace by andrea fohrman via twist

➝ source : still glowing brooch via turina

➝ source : opal reese ring via jennie kwon

lessonlearned.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

“if you’re not really having a good time, it’s not worth it.” // k. chandler

it’s hard not to fall prey to the hype machine.

especially when that machine is telling you how absolutely remarkable that lotion, balm, or colour will make you look. it’s hard to resist when every other page of a magazine is extolling the virtues of a product when ultimately the only thing at work is payola. and you see, it’s even harder to suss when it’s not a pair of shoes that you fall easily for, but for a quick hit at your local sephora that gives you that ultimate rush.

yeah, fine, disclaimer –  i’m a bit of a cosmetic junkie. you’re shocked, i’m sure.

and much like other bad habits, i’ve learned the hard way, (meaning i’m lacking storage), how to curb my appetites – and it’s simply a matter of trial and error.

you can be lured by a glossy package and an onslaught of ad pages, but really – if you’ve gone so far as to slather it on your person and it doesn’t work; well, there’s your lesson learned.

a few of mine? well, here you are then – i have no regrets…

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the liner on the left? JUST DON’T. the mascara? it’s thunderbirds GO.

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the can on the left will turn your mop into a limp dish rag. the can on the right? WOW-like volume.

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you can get a drugstore version of a dual-phase remover that’ll work just as well. but, for a matte pout? there’s no other.

yslbypass the left, and head directly to the right – make your eyes looks wide & awake, and you might not need the mascara at all.

➝ source : they’re real push-up liner & mascara via benefit cosmetics

➝ source : city swept finish and thickening dryspun finish via bumble & bumble

➝ source : démaquillant yeux intense & rouge allure lipstick via chanel

➝ source : volume effet faux cils & touche éclat via YSL beauty

 

 

 

saveyourselves.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

“exaggeration is my only reality.” // d. vreeland

though i hope today will eventually turn out to be a huge helping of hyperbole, the threat of a 40° degree day cannot go unnoticed.

it’s actually met with much fretting and even more apprehension. what does one wear exactly, for weather akin to a bowl of cream soup? how does one get comfort when the overriding feeling was that summer was thiiiiiiiiiiis close to being over and we almost got through it without much agony? also, how am i supposed to reign in this hair???

i’m at a loss. i am never prepared for this, and it doesn’t matter that the possibility of it comes every summer. the most one can do is be thankful for end-0f-season sales and hope that the swelter doesn’t come before the package arrives. it’s too late for me, but save yourselves…

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➝ source : forte forte denim dress via far fetch

➝ source : proenza schouler flat ankle strap sandals via la garçonne

➝ source : cropped collar top via 3.1 phillip lim

➝ source : aoi skirt via reality studio

 

woman/manly.

Monday, August 25, 2014

“it is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple; one must be woman-manly or man-womanly.” // v. woolf

i find it so absolutely bizarre that it took this long for me to realize a key quotient in the sum-total of bianca; but, finally – it’s clear - i’m rather woman-manly.

the is hair long and curly, the eyes are always done, and the odds of me donning a bifurcated garment is nigh never.

skirts and frocks dominate, and bangles and baubles are never far behind. the thing is though – all this girlishness is diluted by a just a smidgen of boyishness. tattoos dress my wrists, spikes and daggers are the ideal pendants and a skulls are my preferred emblem.

but really, all you’d really need to figure out that i’m comfortable with both sides of the genitive coin, is to look at my shoes. dainty and delicate, they definitely are not-ever-never.

go for heavy, round-toed and black – and you’re in my boy-shoe wheelhouse.

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➝ source : cleo high-tops via acne studios

➝ source : burgundy loafers via YMC

➝ source : ramones slip-on sneakers via rick owens

➝ source : aura chelsea boot via church’s

thisoldhouse.

Friday, August 22, 2014

“the last night on maudlin street, goodbye house, goodbye stairs…” // s.p. morrissey

today, after weeks of whinging, is moving day.

it’s bittersweet and hectic, and the boxes are piled high – and i don’t have time to really think about all the infinite details of what went on in this little house, but i can say that it was mostly good to us - and occasionally not, but it saw me through house-training a puppy, floods in the basement, furnaces freezing out in february, and a baby girl being born in a hot july, in the middle of a garbage strike.

goodbye old, (literally! 1847ish!) house, it was lovely to have called you ours for the last seven years… onward we go. see you monday, when i’m not so cloyingly sentimental, or so thoroughly done with the sight of corrugated boxes.

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my old front door. it was very stylish.

worth.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

“the glow of one warm thought is to me worth more than money.” // t. jefferson

there’s that moment, that quick moment from when you’ve decided upon something and putting down the plastic to pay for it.

it’s not the five-and-dime purchases i’m talking about either, it’s those headier, most-probably ill-advised acquisitions that both exhilarate and scare the crap out of you – and you only have a moment to wonder before the magnetic stripe is swiped – whether it’s all worth it?

perhaps it’s the price of the item that is the stem of the issue – are there any such buys that can truly be called investment pieces? can you really calculate a cost-per-wear that makes that slightly nauseous, slightly faint feeling justifiable?

it would not be a shock to anyone to know that i think the answer to that, is probably ‘yes’.

i mean, life is short – you can’t take it with  - but, i also believe that it might not be about affordability; perhaps it’s not even about the justification of something, maybe it’s merely the worth of that something, (whatever that most-spendy of things might be), is based on what you, yes – just you – believe to be worthy; and half the fun of life is sussing out what risks in life are worth taking, and which others are worth leaving on the counter.

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➝ source : dries van noten rhonda jacket via browns fashion

➝ source : jeweled clutch via miu miu

➝ source : polygon ring via kattri

➝ source : valentino appliquéd wool-blend felt cape via net-a-porter

agoodnight.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

“the woods are lovely, dark and deep. but i have promises to keep, and miles to go before i sleep.” // r. frost

are you sensing a theme, here?

i’ve been telling anyone who has the misfortune of listening, that should moving again in the future become mandatory for any reason whatsoever, that the best thing to do would be to put me in cosy corner and just lightly induce a coma. medically supervised, of course. because, i just can’t.

we have reached roundhouse – defcon 3 levels. there are no clear surfaces, there are garbage bins filled to the brim with ephemera; those items that will no longer be finding a home with us, and finally – there is a layer of dust like a fine lanugo covering all floors, cuddling in corners and staking their claim to the house. we’ll be gone in two days.

until then, i will day-dream until the moment where i can a good night’s rest – one that doesn’t mean me sleeping on a mattress lying on the floor. yeah, we’ve ended up real classy up in here…

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➝ source : chevron bed linen via aura

➝ source : hay colour-block linen via nest

➝ source : sprinkle bed linen via normann copenhagen

➝ source : BRZ sheet set via cb2

inneedofanap.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

“a bee is never as busy as it seems; it’s just that it can’t buzz any slower.” // k. hubbard

if someone could explain how the idiom that ‘the busiest men have the most leisure’ came to be, i’d really like to know exactly how – because i’m obviously doing it wrong.

i’d give anything for idle hands and what they could get up to, because this running list of things-to-do-and-things-that-needed-to-get-done-days-ago, is both getting out of control and not just a little bit boring. i need/want to sit in a comfortable chair for hours on end, stare into the middle distance and contemplate my navel.

alas, i’ve got too much shit to get done. it’s no wonder that when i do have a moment of clarity, all i can imagine is light, simple, and the complete antithesis of fussy – i’m talking austere, babies. i’m talking a vast area of white space between my left ear and my right.

guys – i think i might need a nap.

 

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➝ source : the birdy double-strap watch via shinola

➝ source : hula sound (naked) via reiko kaneko

➝ source : cobra bracelet via janis savitt

➝ source : chic pouch via a.p.c.

buybetter.

Monday, August 18, 2014

“i’ve been a minimalist my whole life, even if you wouldn’t know it from my office.” // n. degrasse tyson

in no way am i exaggerating when i say that my house is currently in a state of chaos – there is debris littered everywhere.

the debris of a life lived, a dog petted, and a child in the midst of being raised, is no clearer than when you’re trying to move those lives out of one home and into another.

needless to say, it’s been THE. WORST.

i hate ever having purchased anything, i loathe having had enough room in the basement to stow away all those things that i didn’t want to see/have room for anymore, and while i’m at it; the objection i feel toward my basement is pacified only by the knowledge that i will no longer have a basement.

before, it was all about the getting of stuff, whatever stuff it was that amused me at the time. bargain-bags, gewgaw (find a better word than that!) with little-to-non-existent meaning. let’s be really clear, over the years i’ve amassed more than quintuple my body-weight in bona-fide junk.

so, the take-away with this upcoming move – is not to buy more, it is to buy better and, with meaning. the other take away? is to never. move. again.

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➝ source : cabinet via ferm living

➝ source : pendant light cord via color cord company

➝ source : wire bin in emerald via menu

➝ source : hot mesh counterstool via blu dot

be/immature.

Friday, August 15, 2014

“humanity has advanced, when it has advanced, not because it has been sober, responsible, and cautious, but because it has been playful, rebellious, and immature.” // t. robbins

i think it’s easy to fall into the trap of getting old.

time ticks on, the months and years go by, and suddenly you’re feeling rather grown.

grown into your skin, grown into your circle of friends, grown into those shoes you shuffle around in, emptying the dishwasher, packing school lunches and trying, with much futility, to fight those little lines that are creeping around your eyes and that halo of grey hair that you/i keep trying to cover up every quarter, like i’m cooking the books.

but then, i really couldn’t care less what year my birth certificate claims to make me. it doesn’t matter a lick what decade you’re barreling toward – for one, i will forever adore twinkly lights, kokeshi dolls, and prints that look more like cartoon strips than they do fine art. be you, be playful – be immature. it’ll make the days we spend trudging along just a little bit easier to bear.

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➝ source : russian roulette circular clutch via olympia le tan

➝ source : modern pebbles wooden dolls via rock and pebble

➝ source : oil queen cotton powder via holika holika

➝ source : tattoo print dress via carven

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