“the pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.” // a. einstein

it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if after all was said and done, in this pursuit of style and self, that in some quick quip, einstein again was the one who came up with the conclusive answer.

i’ve often averred that i’m not entirely superficial, and despite the predominant theme may, on the outside seem rather frivolous and a mite shallow – this daily exercise is a crumb more complex. or had you already guessed?

it’s a constant dance, between the id and the ego – distinguishing from your most basic needs, muddling through those, and converting them into who it is you really are. style is one small piece of that puzzle, fashion assists in that endeavor. it’s a dance that goes in circles; figuring out the steps is half the battle won…





➝ source : double-pearl ring in mint & silver via louise kragh

➝ source : eyelet detail panelled detail sweatshirt via aviù

➝ source : junya watanabe comme des garçons oversized dots skirt via farfetch

➝ source : maeva pearl velvet pumps via nicholas kirkwood

“i wasn’t really naked. i simply didn’t have any clothes on.” // j. baker

as much as the thick summer heat has prompted daydreams of prancing naked through the sprinklers, i’m not sure my neighbours would appreciate my breezy spontaneity – nor would they welcome the view.

not a puritan, i’m just prone to wearing clothes because i like them – and because they obscure that which needs to be hidden – also, i just happen to think black flatters me more than wearing nothing but a smile; but that’s where going nude is most important.

if i’m showing any flesh, it’s a quick peak at the collarbone, or those provocative ankles of mine, but it’s my pout where i let it all hang out. it’s positively steamy how naked it gets all up in my face.

even when i look like i’m wearing nothing at all, i’m dressed to the nines with a nude lip.


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➝ source : the nude slip via sara happ

➝ source : hepburn honey via charlotte tilbury

➝ source : kevyn aucoin matte lip lip colour in enduring via spacenk

➝ source : sheen supreme lipstick in impressive via mac

“a round man cannot be expected to fit in a square hole right away. he must have time to modify his shape.” // m. twain

to be a square peg in a round hole.

it’s all gone pear shaped.

it’s a vicious circle.

it’s all been squared away, fair and square.

the thing i’ve always liked about words, is how very much they can contain within them, without having an ounce of mass. that they can anticipate so much, and divine the shape of things to come, only by the way in which you choose to use them. a word can change its shape, the meaning not always what it seems, and is rarely as simple as you might think them to be.

it’s why the shape of them doesn’t matter, the number of letters they contain won’t ever mean much; some of the weightiest words are the shortest in length. it’s the meaning you put inside them that gives them their meaning. it’s a little bit like your handbag – it’s not really the shape that gives it its meaning, but how you wear it and what’s inside.

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➝ source : cylinder sling via building block

➝ source : benchley saffiano via mark cross

➝ source : origami trunk drag-on clutch via marni

➝ source : denim shopping tote via MM6

“it ain’t the heat, it’s the humility.” // y. berra

it’s practically alanis-ironic how at the very peak of heat, there isn’t a crop top, a pair of cut-offs or diaphanous dungarees to be found. it’s nearing 102°F – and even thinking about a fur gilet or hooded cape seems closer to a cauchemar than something to covet.

for the past five days i have avoided endeavors that take me outside. i’ve walked the dog only in the shade, demanded that the A/C be set to 70° at all times, and though i might need to wear socks at night my feet are so cold, i’d rather be shivering mid-freeze than wake up in the middle of the night stuck to my pillow.

as of right now – there are 55 days until the start of autumn; and until then i’m keeping my options open – and if push comes to shove, i can wear the new fall arrivals to keep me warm inside while i’m hiding from the heat outside.





➝ source : sleeveless coat via rick owens drkshdw

➝ source : bird embroidered frill top via marni

➝ source : the fling mid-rise jeans via current/elliott

➝ source : marc jacobs ballerinas via shoescribe

“when i was a boy the dead sea was only sick.” // g. burns

whilst driving the moppet to camp the other morning, the roads were positively plagued by what may have very well been – the worst driver on earth.

no signals signaled, speed limits were viewed as suggestions only, lanes were to be crossed with nary a look in the rear and side views; and then the driver proceeded to follow so closely behind us as to become rather intimate with the contents of our trunk. needless to say, both the dog and the child were privy to the sort of language that is usually reserved for those mopping up the starboard side – and all pronouns used were rather gender specific – all venom was directed to that man driving the pickup.

i’m sure you’ve cottoned on, quicker than i had, that the he was a she, and all it came down to was a black truck and four blocks of absolutely appalling driving for there to be instant proof of an adam’s apple and bringing a magazine and spending thirty minutes in the bathroom.

how sexist, how gender specific; what bad form for a feminist to think a woman couldn’t drive a pick-up and be a menace to society and our streets. it was silly of me, to be sure – as bad driving aside, there are loads of things meant for the boys that are good, if not better for the girls… even for a girl like me.








➝ source : italian citrus edp via d.s. durga

➝ source : deep dive glycolic facial cleanser via jack black

➝ source : skull glass bead bracelet via paul smith

➝ source : franky noir fabric via jerome dreyfuss

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