Posts from March 2014

“naturally curly hair is a curse, and don’t ever let anyone tell you different.” // m.a. shaffer

people, strangers – come up to me all the time to tell me how much they absolutely love my hair. i trust that they are not being disingenuous, i just don’t think they’ve fully thought the whole situation through. you see, i’m certain that they do love it, but that they definitely wouldn’t want it for themselves.

my curly hair is a giant pain in the ass.

i love it, but this does not mean that it’s not a lot of work. to wash it, i need to strategically think in advance, about the weather, the wind and humidity conditions, whether or not i want to wear a hat, and if i’ll need to, or want to wear it down in the next two days. i will also need to get up at an ungodly hour just so that i can give myself enough time to get it done, because it’s not the type of coiffure that lends well to little-to-no maintenance – it’s not me that is high maintenance, just the hair on my head.

but, i digress – as what i really wanted to say was that because of all of this – i get lazy with my hair. though i am a curly haired girl, sometimes i just don’t have the patience, nor have i had enough sleep for all that effort. so instead, i layer it with product, put it up, hope for the best and walk out the door.





→ source : citrus & ginger sea salt spray via cold spring apothecary

→ source : momo cream via davines

→ source : klorane gentle dry shampoo with nettle via birchbox

→ source : after you’ve piled on the product, get squeaky clean with sunday clarifying shampoo via bumble & bumble

“and above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.” // r. dahl

let it be known that should you ever invite me over to your home, the likelihood of me prying into your medicine cabinet will be relatively high.

i’m not ashamed to admit that i’m a snoop, but it’s not voyeurism in the pursuit of kink – but more a challenge in discovering a handful of truths. i know i won’t find out one’s innermost mysteries by discovering what prescription ointments they have lying around, but it’s a bit like moving the curtains to the side and taking a peek at what happens when you think no one is watching. secrets are to be found everywhere.

i think that might be why i get a secret thrill out of tokens and trinkets that although seem rather simple at first glance, are more complex when you to take a second, more intimate look.




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→ source :  gold plated astrology locket via julie nolan

→ source : hold your tongue signet by the lab via the shiny squirrel

→ source : fortune favours pendant via ssspeech

→ source : note to self ring via scosha

“beauty and folly are old companions.” // b. franklin

this post is brought to you by the letter ‘b’ and by a lack of common sense. it’s also all refinery 29‘s fault.

since i’m prone to bouts of rampant consumerism in the vainglorious pursuit of clear skin – i can be easily lead down the garden path of promises made by all sorts of products.

though i’m rather slow to warm to instant best-sellers, number one movies at the box office, and all the rage – (whatever that rage may be at this very moment); when it comes to my face i’ll be first in line to try whatever it is you’re shilling. better yet, make it foreign, covetable due to it’s international hard-to-get-ness and includes instructions on use that i cannot for-the-life-of-me understand, and i am there with lightning speed. bells on. quick as a whip.

promise me a brighter day and a clearer complexion and any and all shreds of good sense i might’ve had, just… vanishes.





➝ source : missha speedy solution anti-trouble patch via sokoglam

➝ source : caolion pore minimizing pack via peach and lily

➝ source : cure natural aqua gel via amazon

➝ source : etude baking powder pore crunch scrub via kollection k

“we become what we behold.” // m . mcluhan

when you’re as tied to the city as i am, it’s difficult to picture yourself outside of it.

even when i’m away from my own – it’s not a coastal town or quiet country retreat i long for. it’s a din – it’s the hurried pace, it’s the street-noise and graffiti that i’m forever angling for. if i’m in need of a rest, i’ll ask for the late check-out option and the best place to have a lazy, two hour brunch; coffee cream and sugar, please.

i appreciate the quiet, the clear starry nights – but take me away from the city for longer than a weekend, and i’ll get punchy. the dirty alleyways and lop-sided sidewalks are as much a part of me as my curly hair and my relish for sarcasm. you can see it from a mile away that the city; the architecture, the grit and humour of living in a place like this, it’s sewn into the very clothes i’m most fond of.





➝ source : junya watanabe asymmetric linen shirt via railso

➝ source : peter pilotto ‘twist’ skirt via l’eclaireur

➝ source : corinne silver bracelet via acne studios

➝ source : balenciaga glove neoprene wedges via barneys

“the only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.” // socrates

for as long as i’ve been entertaining thought, i’ve been going on and on about how self-aware i am – how i really know who i am, that i’ve got this very deep sense of understanding in regard to what makes me tick.

it’s not a snotty character trait at all – yet, i have this sinking feeling that it’s probably incredibly annoying to those who’ve heard it said countless times before. the problem with knowing yourself so well is that it becomes almost absurdly impossible to surprise myself. there is this methodical and unflinching part of me that is just so utterly predictable and i fear sometimes that i’m becoming a bore.

but then, something so unlike me happens – i’m caught off-guard because i find myself falling for something that is so unlike me, (like say, a drop-crotch-harem-pant-jumpsuit???) which is so opposite to what i normally go for, that i thankfully have this one moment to believe that i’m not this huge dullard stuck in a dirty-30s rut. apparently, i still have some time to totally dumbfound myself.





➝ source : i wasn’t fibbing about that drop-crotch/harem-pant – oak dhoti jumpsuit via net-a-porter

➝ source : it’s golden-hued and not a bit angular – hyperion pave bracelet via alexis bittar

➝ source : a pink skirt with the word ‘flounce’ in its name? ha. comme des garçons origami flounce skirt via farfetch

➝ source : stiletto heels? enough said. christian louboutin pigalle matte spiked pumps via browns

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