Posts from January 2014

“when i feel like exercising i just lie down until the feeling goes away.” // r.m. hutchins

i cannot tell a lie. well, i can (and do), but i’m feeling rather truth-y at the moment and so it goes: there might be nothing i detest more than working out.

what a relief to admit that. my resting heart rate may disagree with that relief, but for the rational, thinking part of me – it is my truth. i absolutely cringe at the thought of going to a gym; i hate thinking about how long i’ll have to endure the monotonous up and down of the elliptical machine – how far i’ll go, going absolutely nowhere on the treadmill – i can’t stand the thought of the sweat-hair, the locker rooms, the judgment of onlookers and the general meat-market-ness of it all.

can you feel the depth of my loathing?

pushing all of that aside, it has become very clear to me that at this point, i am just going to have to become comfortable with discomfort – to do something i intensely dislike; to become the person who powers through. it’s not even a matter of vanity, but make no mistake, it will play a part in me getting my sweat on.





→ source : studio jacket via adidas by stella mccartney

→ source : spring reversible seamless bra via athleta

→ source : chillax capri also via athleta

→ source : air max via footlocker & nike

 “winston was gelatinous with fatigue.” // 1984 / g. orwell

this will come as a shock to absolutely no one, yet, as of late, i haven’t met a snooze button i didn’t hit twice*.

i used to be able to call myself a morning person, but now, the only thing i want to do when my very gentle, and oh-so soothing alarm goes off, is to smash it to smithereens with the force of a thousand muhammad alis – and mourn the very passing of the night, (and bury myself under my crumpled duvet and never come out).

alas. school runs and dogs who need out, don’t quite allow for such luxuries.

so, after the excuses and the lamentations, the bargaining and the complaining, and the eight minutes between lulls of the alarm, i’ll finally haul my ass out of bed. and no, i don’t have time to wash my hair. but now, who cares? i can still look like i slept like the dead.



▹ hint : add some of oribe’s dry texturizing spray into the mix, and oh my goodness the hair you’ll have.

→ source : bumble and bumble prêt-à-powder available at Bb and at sephora

→ source : oribe dry texturizing spray via amazon and co.bigelow

*(see what i did there?)



“the trouble with words is that you never know whose mouths they have been in.” // d. potter

do you think there is some correlation between choosing between your eyes and your mouth in the face game?

if you choose to highlight one over the other – i mean, i’m a fan of both my eyes and my mouth, but i feel much more like myself when a cat-eye graces them – than when i’m baring my lashes and painting my pout red.

i do it sometimes, when the mood strikes, when it’s been grey out for far too long, or when i just feel like shaking things up a bit. but it’s like those times when i straighten my hair – i’m edgy and twitchy, and spend too much time looking for mirrors to confirm that it’s me staring back; i feel totally unlike myself. it doesn’t stop me from crushing hard on those girls who have a certain boldness about them and go out with a gamine eye and a strong persimmon lip…



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→ image source : schiap for sure via atlantic pacific

→ image source : dark burgundy via elle netherlands

→ image source : coral for cara via the makeup girl

→ image source : classic red via the mysterious girl


“my first rule of consumerism is never to buy anything you can’t make your children carry.” // b. bryson







// the latest round-up of things i wouldn’t mind should they end up in my (greedy?) possession…

→ source : kenzo printed curtain bag via ssense

→ source : l’autre chose metallic sandals via shoescribe

→ source : terence conran chair via arkpad

→ source : tsumori chisato octopus dot dress via lagarçonne

→ source : inhaus press dots stationery set via etsy

→ source : lightning bolt studs via bingbang jewelry

☆ // a weekend, have a good one.

“do your damnedest in an ostentatious manner all the time.” // g.s. patton

this is a piece of advice i’d wish to make a reality a bit more often that i have/do.

instead, i am the wilted flower pressed against the wall – nursing a drink and yearning for the next depeche mode track to come on, gazing down at the scuffs on my docs, wondering how they got there in the first place. at my melancholy best, i am ostentatious in humour and bracelet – and perhaps, black-winged eyeliner. every season though – i glance at the marimekko look-book and i think for a fleeting moment… oh, just un-peel yourself from the wall already and get loud.

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→ source : all the pretty things via marimekko s/s 2014

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