“in seeking truth you have to get both sides of a story.” // w. cronkite

to wax poetic for a moment, aren’t we, as people – all just rather tall tales with twofold sides?

i’d aver a few of us have a few more sides than two and within us all lies a sybil – variety is the spice of life, so the more the merrier, let’s invite all our cohorts along for the ride. it’ll be a gas.

the thing is – i’ve always felt that as hard as nails as i’d like to come across, the crepe-soled creepers and black all the way down to my sturdiest foundation garments – the skirts and dresses that i exclusively wear, give way to the truth – that i’m actually as soft as down – and it’s not even that hard to figure it out. it’s the flip of a coin, it’s jekyl and mr. hyde, it’s girlish mod on one side, and punk on the other.

it’s giambattista valli and haider ackermann.


top row // giambattista valli

bottom row // haider ackermann

photos via vogue

“nothing happens until something moves.” // a. einstein

as of writing, it’s quarter to six on an early sunday evening, during which, has at most seen my teeth brushed, a cup of strong coffee imbibed, along with an oddly satisfying handful of sriracha coconut chips consumed; and at the very least, the clothes that i put on before bed last night, have also spent the entirety of the day on me.

i keep it classy.

these laziest days are both mostly wonderful and a smidge terrible.

i adore having a day that lies in front of us without obligation. no plans, no scheduled events, a calendar space completely devoid of entries. it’s slow and it’s familial – it’s music playing, movies watching, and dinners ordered in.

and then – at about this time, when the middle of the day arrives; when i’m overcome by an overwhelming need for sleep the moment my ass approaches a soft surface, is when a mild sense of guilt creeps in – the shoulda-woulda-couldas. and so i find myself some busywork to do – doing laundry, changing linen, and oh, is that a mirror i see before me? then the questions start.

why do i look so tired, so ashen, so dull? what has happened to my youth? what could i possibly put on my face to eradicate the sheer inertia of this day, this week, this life?






➝ source : advanced ‘a’ serum via arcona

➝ source : facial cleansing powder via rodin

➝ source : energetic eye cream via goldfaden md

➝ source : this works energy bank bath oil via net-a-porter


October 2, 2015

“if you can’t understand it without an explanation, you can’t understand it with an explanation.” // h. murakami

based on the knowledge that fashion, much like everything else bound by the senses +/- emotions – is ultimately, wholly subjective.

and i’m very aware that the opinions expressed herein are solely my own, and not of my employer, (also – me); a gaggle of you will disagree and perhaps a smattering will allow me my point of view –  but most of all, i think i’d appreciate the wisdom of a tenured pedagogue to give me some insight beyond the realm of grandeur, socio-political statements, and artistic expression; who is going to wear these clothes? because i – i don’t get it.





➝ all the brown, all of it, all at once. who wears this much brown, if any at all? // balmain

➝ flower power, to the nth degree. // manish arora

➝ this apparently, was the show of the paris collections. it was the one to be at. explain? // vetements

➝ i’ve got nothing. just a resounding ‘huh?’ // jacquemus

“the details are not the details. they make the design.” // c. eames

i’m rather keen on specifics.

i find when you add the minutiae with the particulars, the equation becomes infinitely broader and yet, wholly clear.

it’s also in those less showy bits, the ones that receive less fanfare, less of the spotlight –  that when you’re leaning in close, ready to hear what they have to say, can make only a scrap of the tale become a complete tome.

not to put too fine a point on it – life is in the details… you just need to look.

Untitled design

clockwise from left :

fendi // dries van noten // marni // prada // mary katrantzou

photos via vogue

“the sun did not shine. it was too wet to play. so we sat in the house. all that cold, cold, wet day.” // dr. seuss

the day – yesterday, it matched my mood.

it was grey, dull, and decidedly grim – i was holding it together, by a thread – up until i found myself waiting, in a blustery rain outside a locked door, waiting on someone, anyone on the other side to notice my truculent yet rather impressive passive-aggression.

the fuming, it was innate, but robust – the inner monologue that played through my head was explicit both in language and in tenor.

it was then and there that i decided that a proper raincoat was not just a nicety but a necessity. of course, an umbrella would have absolutely done the trick – but, as i stood there becoming an oil slick of hair – the thinking on a mac was the only way i was going to be able to talk myself down from the day i was having.




➝ source : norwegian rain ‘raincho’ raincoat via farfetch

➝ source : washington unisex parka via terra nyc

➝ source : öland rain cape via stutterheim*

➝ source : blue dot raincoat via gorman


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