Friday, July 25, 2014

“nothing in the world is single / all things by law divine / in one another’s being mingle…” // p. b. shelley

none of us are alone, as long we have ourselves; or something existential and poetic like that. hold on, wait – i have something in my eye – i think it’s a huge ROLL.

though there is much to be said about being one half of a pair, being one of a kind has a certain allure that should not be discounted. in being one, you stand front and centre behind no one’s shadow – attention and affection is bestowed on only you – a solitary spotlight to shine on that which is most special – most appealing, and more importantly, most twinkly.

let your single state shine – no need to wear a pair. put your hair up, put one of these glimmering charms on and you do you – be the only thing anyone can look at.





➝ source : lito izel single earring via white bird

➝ source : ana khouri hug earring via colette

➝ source : mono storm earring via runa

➝ source : crescent & star earring via kismet by milka


Thursday, July 24, 2014

“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


Wednesday, July 23, 2014

“how come anything you buy will go on sale next week?” // e. bombeck

i’ll let you in a little secret : i like to pay full price.

i am not one to wait for a sale, but it’s not because i’m flush with cash, or don’t enjoy a deal. i just don’t have the stamina.

i don’t have the emotional capacity to brave the crowds, bracing myself for the epic search through racks and racks of seemingly endless bits of tat – waiting for that holy trifecta of perfect size, perfect style; a perfect piece of perfection.

enter thee internet.

i don’t seek it out – but you see, we’re in the middle of a season and now, now is when they get you. you’re just sitting around totally unsuspecting, your defenses are down – you’re without a care in the world, and the next thing you know you’re clicking on the checkout link; riding a high of purchasing whatever and what-have-you at a discounted cost whilst wearing sweat socks and a ratty tee and eating ice cream straight out of the tub.

oh yeah. i need to get out of the house.



➝ source : rachel comey port dress via totokaelo

➝ source : kelly wearstler aperto ring via forward

➝ source : proenza schouler silver-tone quilted clutch via far fetch

➝ source : anniel ballerinas via shoescribe


Tuesday, July 22, 2014

“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


Monday, July 21, 2014

“the best protection any woman can have… is courage.” // e.c. stanton

i’d aver that we all, rather unwittingly, cultivate exteriors that buoy our interiors.

it’s the reason why some of us will never wear black – if you believe it to be dour – and you’re absolutely not, why would you sport it? if your character screams colour, i wouldn’t blame you if you thought the muted tones to be bores. if you feel resolutely feminine, your veneer would probably express the same – girlish, feminine, soft.

this is not to say you don’t change from day to day, try different on faces/different personas; but mostly – i think we probably gravitate to outward appearances that feel most like us, or the us we’d most like to be.

i’d say i’m all big hair, dark liner, unquestionably clunky shoes and mock-armor in adornments, because, yes – i love it all, but also, i wouldn’t want anyone to get the impression that i would ever need any sort of protection. courage comes in the form of many cloaks, you just need to find yours…

➝ source : white out spike bracelet via joomi lim

➝ source : noir evil eye pendant via zoë chicco

➝ source : cone stud earring via eddie borgo

➝ source : valentino rockstud leather bracelet via forzieri


Friday, July 18, 2014

“aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.” // t. capote

listen, i think things have gone a bit too far and much too soon.

it’s just struck the middle of july and my inbox has already been besieged with messages of ‘back-to-school!’ – not to mention every single item related to warm weather has had the red emblem of reduction slammed to its side. people – even i, who has made absolutely no effort to hide my disdain of overly-warm weather – finds this behaviour to be a tad bit excessive…

HOWEVER, even in admitting this, i cannot deny that i’m totally giddy that the promise of autumn has shown itself to be nearing – why else would i be coveting all this new inventory that would render me a permanent sweat stain if i got anywhere near it right now?

autumn. it’s coming.



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➝ source : chloé collarless melton wool jacket via matches

➝ source : clu chiffon-paneled oxford shirt via net-a-porter

➝ source : 8112 mid-rise rail skinny jeans via jbrand

➝ source : robert clergerie yokole penny loafers via ssense


Thursday, July 17, 2014

“a little nonsense now and then, is cherished by the wisest men.” // r. dahl

and i, i must be the absolute wisest of the lot, because, i may also very well be the most nonsensical.

there is a lot to be said about bringing the silly. when the best of times collides with the worst of times, (read: regular, normal, every day – LIFE), the easiest way to cope is to usher in a healthy dose of the foolish, of whimsy; of just a dash of camp and colour.

ultimately, it’s the simplest way to remember that it can’t always be dark out, you can always turn on the light.


➝ source : &bros pus pus (ignore the name) pillow cases via finnish design shop

➝ source : cherry toiletry bag via leif

➝ source : grace plate via donna wilson

➝ source : valentina necklace via emily green


Wednesday, July 16, 2014

“it’s mind-altering when you slip into someone else’s shoes. that’s psychedelic, man.” // b. cranston

you can always tell when you’ve borrowed a pair of someone else’s shoes.

you can try and walk in them, but they’ll never fit quite right – the vamp will pinch, the heel ultimately wobbles underneath your gait, and your amble will be familiar, but changed. it’s you – only in the footsteps of someone else.

i wouldn’t dare dream of borrowing someone else’s shoes – mostly because the wilma, fred flintstonian width of my feet would render those shoes useless post-wear; but mostly, if there is one item that we wear that has as much intimate knowledge of who we are, (other than say, our underpinnings); it’s going to end up there - at the bottom of our soles.

there’s a reason, i think, why fashion has veered toward the flat and even more comfortable – the slip-on trainer. if everything else in life is already so complicated, why make the steps you make even more so? i’ve been saying so with my shoes for years – keep it simple; slip them on, and go.


➝ source : joshua sanders radical hologram slip-on sneakers via moda operandi

➝ source : golden goose slip-on low tops via shoescribe

➝ source : checkered platform slip-ons via opening ceremony

➝ source : checkerboard classics via vans

i’d add my perennial favourites, the bensimon plimsolls, (in carbon), but they have become distinctly difficult to come by as of late… so, boo, boo to them.


Tuesday, July 15, 2014

“…at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.” // m. atwood

smelling like dirt, no – that’s not the scent - it’s probably a tad closer to the smell of exhaust and dust. that’s dirt-like, no?

i mean, i do live in the city after all – and something as simple as taking a walk down queen street has become an exercise as gummy as treacle – treacle that is then deeply embedded into every pore by the end of day. it’s no surprise, that it’s a fairly sticky affair when it comes to my evening ablutions.

the waterproof eye makeup-remover, the cleansers, the toners, the spot creams and rampant exasperation – it’s a night-time formality come late may, and stays until the end of september. yet – what i didn’t expect, was that after years of battling the primordial summer ooze, i’ve upped my game – and now, nothing can compete with the litany products that have become my most trusted allies. come, let me show you what i’ve learned…


➝ source : raspberry clarifying pads via arcona

➝ source : juju bar via drunk elephant

➝ source : clarifying mask via indie lee

➝ source : oil-free pore refining cloths via ole henriksen*

*(if you had to choose one item of the four – go with these, they are SO AMAZINGLY AMAZING – your skin will want to phone my skin up and say THANK YOU.)


Monday, July 14, 2014

“candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.” // o.nash

there is that moment, when you’ve imbibed just enough to get yourself to a place of lilting ease, when you believe alcohol to be quite literally, the elixir of youth and good times.

you’ve got a sudden charm about you, it makes you light, you’re dancing like nobody’s watching; it has this unusual ability to make you forget that you have a mortgage payment due, a dirty fridge, and that you need to set your alarm for 6.15am tomorrow morning. alcohol may be quicker – but it’s aftermath is infinitely more dreadful than a box of sweets – not to mention that candy is hundreds and thousands times more colourful.

sure, cavities are nothing to grin at – but i’d rather (on occasion) be candy-coloured, than look like i usually do the day after i drink a few too many – besides, muddled brown and crushed ice don’t do anything for my complexion anyway…




➝ source : yvonne leon white gold & turquoise pearl lobe earring via browns

➝ source : maison michel heidi lace bear-ear headband via kirna zabête

➝ source : tube grained leather crossbody bag via balenciaga

➝ source : sonia rykiel wedge brogues via shoescribe

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