“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 : hay dk gym hooks via a + r shop
➝ source : the perennial eames hang-it-all via dwr
➝ source : oyoy tippetop hooks via story north
“…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 : camilla skovgaard wedge sandals via shoescribe
➝ 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 : gucci viaggio cape via the corner
➝ source : dotty rain cape in blue via tsumori chisato
➝ source : olive rain cape via iva jean
➝ source : carven hooded rain cape via far fetch
“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
➝ source : chie mihara ebony sandals via gravity pope
➝ source : suntegrity natural mineral sunscreen via clementine fields
“why change? everyone has his own style. when you have found it, you should stick to it.” // a. hepburn
i’ve been hearing a lot of noise lately about a whole slew of names – of girls thought to be the next style icon(s). and i must aver, it leaves me a bit cold.
i think it may have something to do with my age. not yet a fossil, i can still recall a time when there was no such thing as a celebrity stylist, when the ‘it’ girl of the moment would brave her own wardrobe, utilizing her own sense of style – end of story. no angle, nary a designer to dress them up and no fashion police to put them down. ask me why lisa bonet is still the first name on the list of women i wanted to be when i grew up and i’ll show you hundreds of reasons why. now that i am grown, it’s those women who had a sense of self – and weren’t skittish in showing it off that made such an impression. françoise hardy, marianne faithfull, eddie monsoon - they had style. more so than any young starlet gussied up by a team of fashion sharks.
fashion is a beast, but style is a more faithful friend. it’s yours to keep, and though it may change a little through the years, though you may try something new just to find out how it feels; you’ll always know what’s yours and what isn’t, because it’ll all just fit.
➝ source : kenzo wide shirt via far fetch
➝ source : woven checkerboard miniskirt via piece d’anarchive
➝ source : jil sander brogues via shoescribe
➝ source : 3.1 phillip lim wednesday flap bag via ssense
“in the spring, i have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.” // m. twain
truth be told, i wouldn’t have to venture much further than mark twain to supply me with every quote for this daily practice of scribbling. today’s though, seems particularly on the nose.
from the early morning to roughly half past three in the afternoon, it went from brisk winds and scarves tied tight, to sweating uncontrollably – cue me, peeling off layers of clothing in the middle of the street just to catch the breeze down my back. it was both exhilarating and puzzling all at once.
it did however, inspire the notion that it would be soon that i could wear a springy frock under a lightweight coat, shoes sans tights and be on my merry way. if it weren’t for this late-in-the-game sinus infection to remind me that last week was still winterish, i’d be as full as the joys of spring…
➝ source : chatsworth satin-trimmed dress via belstaff
➝ source : patch stripe sleeveless shirtdress via band of outsiders
➝ source : jacquemus la robe jane birken via lagarconne
➝ source : cosmo night dress via marc by marc jacobs