Posts from September 2014

“a doctor can bury his mistakes, but an architect can only advise his clients to plant vines.” // f.l. wright

it’s a fine dichotomy, that’s found between the lines of a curve and a severe, straight angle.

but it’s there, in the middle of that venn diagram, in the middle of that polarity – where beauty resides. it’s the reason that architecture can be found to be beautiful, that a building; brick, mortar, steel beams – can elicit a sigh of relish.

it’s the same with a piece of jewelry – it must curve around a finger, a wrist, a neck – but it can carry with it hard right angles, obtuse lines and straight arrows –  and it’s there, in that middle space where hard and soft collide, and out of that, comes some kind of wonderful.


➝ source : geometric bangles via forma

➝ source : ann demeulemeester ring via far fetch

➝ source : faux/real hungry bed bangle via nana & bird

➝ source : trapeze pendant necklace via marni

“my eyesight is not nearly as good. my hearing is probably going away. my memory is slipping too. but I’m still around.” // j. wooden

the year i turned thirteen, was a very bad year indeed.

there were no soft summer nights, no lights, no village green, when i was thirteen.

instead, what there was, was a hormonal muddle of bad skin, unruly hair, braces, and eyesight that was about to go very, very murky. to say that a gentler and somewhat cuter late adolescence was hard won, would be an unkindness to the very definition of the word understatement. thank goodness for a sense of humor, and a brooding love of all things depeche mode, black clothes, and big-soled dr. martens.

the brunt of that laundry list of physical burdens still plague me, but they’re much simpler to deal with (and scoff at) – as long as you have means enough for a good hair stylist, a better brand of concealer, and health-coverage for a monthly therapist visit.

my eyesight, of course, is worse – but, at least one can look chic and almost intellectual – instead of solely scholastic and utterly derpy, with a good pair of specs.


➝ source : emerald green 0772 via cutler and gross

➝ source : watts in blue sapphire via warby parker

➝ source : afton in workmen grey via oliver peoples

➝ source : 180 in black via linda farrow

“that so few now dare to be eccentric, marks the chief danger of the time.” // j. s. mill

i’ve long held the thought that it would be a most welcome and wonderful outcome to end up an eccentric, old biddy.

i’d leave out the extended laundry list of the aspects of old age that make it seem like a rather dull affair, (like ill-health, benign guilt and a body that begins to reject you), and leave in an extra-large helping of no-longer-giving-a-shit about what other people think, and a veritable metric ton of doing whatever the hell you want.

an old age like that seems rather grand, but it takes so long to get there – so:  i’ve decided to stop waiting and start being as weird and wonderful as i’d like. wanna come with?



➝ source : detached sleeve sweatshirt via slow and steady wins the race

➝ source : comme des garçons asymmetric patchwork dress via guya firenze

➝ source : diamond bee stud earring via yvonne leon

➝ source : y’s by yohji yamamoto zip front derby via totokaelo

“when paris sneezes, europe catches cold.” // k. von metternich

i’m forever eating my words, (along with all the salty, crunchy things – have you seen any of those things? i’d like some more).

yet, at this precise moment, i have to take back the idea that paris couldn’t keep me interested long enough to get to the pinnacle of fashion forever week. but you see, it takes so long to get to paris – that i completely forgot about a few things; namely, a van noten, a rochas, and a damir doma – among others.

how silly can i be?


left to right :

sea // msgm (okay, yes – this show was in milan. shhh.)

sonia rykiel // damir doma

rochas // dries van noten

[give me all the rochas, let me have all the dries van noten…prettypretty please? ]

“we become what we behold. we shape our tools, and thereafter our tools shape us.” // m. mcluhan

in school, a paintbrush was as useful to me, as i was successful in cross-country running.

which is to say, not a bit. not one iota. no ma’am, no thank you – i’m shrugging my shoulders and out of breath already. i had neither the visual creativity nor the endurance to manage the latter; and let me be very clear, i didn’t possess talent for either.

i do, however enjoy a modicum of flair with the tools and brushes meant for the face. i can camouflage and spackle imperfections with the best of them. i can also make a wayward brow behave and line an eye with aplomb. these are the tools of trade, after all, that do shape us…




➝ source : eyelash curler via shu uemura

➝ source : secret camouflage brush via laura mercier

➝ source : brow lash comb via japonesque

➝ source : powder brush via make up for ever

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