i don’t object to dark red nails, ever. i rarely paint them that colour myself, yet i do believe it’s the most classic and slightly subversive colour a woman, (or man, who’s to say we should be so exclusive), could choose. it’s both respectable and just brazen enough to make you notice beyond someone’s hands.
i, on the other hand, seem to gravitate to a subtler palette – and i’m not sure what that says about me, (if anything at all), as i’m still hoping people will notice me – perhaps i’m just not that respectable or brazen. as the case may be, perhaps i’m just a little harder to figure out or, i just truly enjoy a duller colour on my digits. who’s to say?
“long hair minimizes the need for barbers; socks can be done without; one leather jacket solves the coat problem for many years…” // a. einstein
it’s odd how the mind comes up with these things.
i haven’t got the faintest idea as to why i think it’s appropriate to get on a soap box about the appeal of a good leather jacket when wearing my own skin feels like one too many layers, (or seven), considering the weather.
however, whether it’s real, faux or recycled/vintage – the leather-look has suddenly dawned on me as being quite appealing – when not two years ago, i would’ve scrunched my nose and shook my head from side to side in protest at any such thought. it’s obvious, of course, but i love a girly dress paired with a beaten-up leather/look jacket. it’s just so good, and all it takes is just one.
→ source : rita denim & black leather jacket via acne studios
“books have the same enemies as people: fire, humidity, animals, weather, and their own content.” // p. valéry
and so it began, just four days ago, that the moon hung low and large, and the summer solstice had passed us by – and lo – my hair was enormous.
i thought perhaps it would skip the season, this expansion, this increase in mass that had no rhyme or reason, (or ability to maintain its shape). i thought spring had been kind, and that summer would be kinder still. but the 21st day of june came and went and with it came the heat. oh! the oppressive heat, and the clammy, stifling humidity – it tagged along as well.
and so, yet another product was added to the line-up, the usual suspects not able to contain the surge of frizz – and hark! it was mighty – it powered against its opponent, the 978,643% (give or take) humidity and my mane was contained. we survived to live another day, if you can call it that, in 40°C heat.
“find out who you are and do it on purpose.” // dolly parton
i knew a long time ago who i was.
in terms of what i wear naturally, not in actual existential terms or anything – that takes years of maturity, as well, i’d hazard – thousands inanalysis.
since we’re not here to talk about the allusive nature of life, but the aspirational effect of clothing, i’m willing to aver that although more colourful than a bag of starburst, (and more vibrant a wardrobe i’ve seen since my days in senior kindergarten), the latest resort collection from karen walker is very much at the core of me. the shapes, the tailoring, the ease – along with the throwback to mod in a very decade-without-a-name sort of way, is very much my speed. so, i’d totally wear this – all of this – on purpose.