“music always sounds better on friday.” // l. brutus
and then even better when the weekend following it is four days long. may your weekend be sweet – sugary sweet.
“you must not ever stop being whimsical. and you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.” // m. oliver
you wouldn’t know it – if you saw me skulking down the street a little bit like truffaut’s julie kohler - but i have a most fantastic sense of humour, a keen appreciation of silly, and a certain fondness for whimsy. it’s just that i don’t wear it out in the open, on my sleeve, per se. but, i can sense the shift as the days grow longer, and for about 90 seconds it’s sunny and warm – everyone is starting to let their freak flags fly, whether it be full on, or in small doses – you can’t keep the whimsy at bay.
“if you want to catch more fish, use more hooks.” // g. allen sr.
considering my taste in decor – you’d think i’d subscribe more readily to the ‘less is more’ ideal. clean lines and geometrics is where my eye stoically sits, but that’s all surface. because lurking inside every drawer, and behind every closed door creeps the secret of my excess.
better behaved than i was before, it’s not a matter of accumulation, but one of intense procrastination. i’m neat on the outside, chaotic on the inside, like some warped kids’ candy. i hate filing, i detest the idea of ‘spring cleaning’, i turn a blind eye on things that don’t interest me, until they can no longer be ignored because it’s all come falling down around me – a pile of papers, a jumble of tissue, an onslaught of coats and scarves from every-which season. and though i know at some point i’m going to have to put it all away in some tidy fashion, for now – i’ll just keep putting up hooks and hoping that they’ll bear the weight of my idling.
➝ source : dropit hooks via normann copenhangen
➝ source : the perennial eames hang-it-all via dwr
“…a woman can be sexy, charming, witty or shy with her shoes.” // c. louboutin
there is some element of truth in saying that the shoes you choose, can and will say quite a bit about you.
whether kitten-heeled or stilettoed, lug or platform – your soles can whisper or shout out a little bit about your disposition. i should know, because mine fluctuate between howling like a ruffian or hopscotching and singing a tune like an eight year old. i alternate between platform-soled creepers and slip-on plimsolls. there is no in-between. if i must get gussied up, the closest thing to pretty (in my definition) would be a pair of wedges taking me up to a towering height of 5’6″ instead of my lowly 5’2″.
shoes, for me, are not what they are for a lot of women – i’ll take a handbag or lipgloss over going shoe shopping any day, as those are easy to fit, both in style and in comfort. there are so many i adore, but shoes and i, we just have a complicated relationship – i always end up hurting.
➝ source : elastic & canvas tennis shoes via bensimon
➝ source : burgundy double-sole creeper loafers via underground
➝ source : milo rubber sandals via acne
“the best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.” // h.w. longfellow
from spending a few days in one of the most sunshiniest spots on earth, coming back to grim, gray and damp is almost a relief. when you spend so much time squinting in the sunlight, rubbing yourself down with aerospace-grade SPF and hiding between the hours of 2pm and 5 – a rainy day serves as a quick break from the relentless onslaught of blue skies and no clouds to be seen for miles.
i can’t even tell anymore when i’m being sarcastic…
➝ source : dotty rain cape in blue via tsumori chisato
➝ source : olive rain cape via iva jean
“there is shadow under this red rock…” // t.s. eliot
my legs haven’t seen the light of day since march 2013.
my toes, up until yesterday afternoon, had gone unpolished since late august. it was so cold for so long – that now that the weather is warming and the sun shines bright (on occasion), it takes a moment to adjust to not brace yourself against an icy gust.
odder still, is that sometime later today when eastern time meets pacific standard, i’ll just happen to find myself surrounded by red rocks and dust. sandals will be needed and i’ll just have to confront the heat head on. which brings me to this riddle:
what does a person whose wardrobe is essentially all black, pack for a weekend in the dusty desert?
➝ source : straw boater via asos
➝ source : dada dress via samuji