Posts from November 2014

“you’d be surprised how expensive it costs to look this cheap.” // s. tyler

i’m not sure why or when black friday became the behemoth of insanity that it has become, and to be completely honest, i tend to STAY THE HELL AWAY.

there are not enough slices of pizza, nude shades of lipstick, or dollars enough to roll around in that could make me stand in line, fight the crowds, and battle the lunacy of the largest sale day of the year. nuh-uh, no thanks, no way.

i will however aver that should your inbox become replete with digital discounts, it would be silly not to take a look. no personal space invaded, no sweaty masses to contend with, no food courts to make bad decisions in. just your dog snoring in the corner, that coffee stain on your robe, and a piece of toast to keep you company.

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➝ source : jasmin shokrian elementum dress via la garçonne

➝ source : 3.1 phillip lim electric blue textured pashli wallet via ssense

➝ source : maison martin margiela ring/bracelet/necklace set via far fetch

➝ source : high-heeled brogues via marc by marc jacobs

ALL ON SALE NOW… go. go now. bye.

“i will make you brooches and toys for your delight / of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.” // r.l. stevenson

i happened to read a quick quip on garance’s blog the other day that proclaimed that brooches were back.

and though i don’t want to piggyback that sentiment – it did leave me scratching my head a bit. you see, i had no idea that they had gone anywhere, no clue that they had gone AWOL. my stick, bar, and brooch pins have been happily hanging about – on pretty much every lapel i own, and to tell you the truth – they’re barely being contained in the jewelry box situation i currently have them cramped in.

old-fashioned for some, i’ve always thought that putting a pin on it was this slightly subversive addition to any wardrobe. it’s just so unexpected – who would think a tough broad would wear a dainty, little pin anyway?

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➝ source : rise pin via lulu frost

➝ source : sonia pin brooch via sonia rykiel

➝ source : ann demeulemeester brooch via the corner

➝ source : marni sunglasses brooch via moda operandi

 

“the adornment of the body is a human need. i don’t see anything superficial about it,…” // d. lachapelle

though i joke about an overreaching superficiality – i have to admit, that i don’t really buy into the thought that appreciating clothing, design, attention-to-detail, humor, and whatever-else-that-floats-your-boat, is proof positive of one’s resolute shallowness.

that sort of thinking just doesn’t scan. much like the music one listens to, the books one chooses to read, and the words they use to express themselves – the way you choose to look – in life, in your home, on your face, and down to your tippy-tippy toes – is a crucial step toward knowing, and fully communicating who you are.

you might as well broadcast it as loud as you can – the best/worst thing that could happen, is that someone might be listening.

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➝ source : women in clothes by sheila heti, heidi julavits, leanne shapton

➝ source : girl boss by sophia amoruso

➝ source : science… for her! by megan amram

➝ source : rookie yearbook edited by tavi gevinson

“i have a new philosophy. i’m only going to dread one day at a time.” // c.m. schulz

my ideal – the perfect version of a holiday, would be to be plonked right in the centre of a metropolis – in a cushy hotel, that has a veneer of grit; to be able to sleep in late, walk around slowly with a good cup of coffee, possibly shop, have gorgeous meals, and generally take it slow.

i know, i know – when it gets cold and dark, and blustery to boot, most people dream of beaches and white sand; of hazy mornings and piña coladas at 11am. i am not one of the most. but, it’s coming. i’m going to get sand in my suit and curse every little bit of brown my skin soaks up.

and though, despite myself, i’ll have a glorious time, (i love piña coladas), between now and the time i jet off into the blue, i’ll cringe in the face of wearing a swimsuit in public, find a very large hat, and hope that mrs. roper caftans are suitable daytime attire.

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➝ source : black & white yorkie snap panama hat via christys

➝ source : sky frill bikini via motel

➝ source : zephyr renee kaftan via eres

➝ source : black leather slides via ancient greek sandals

“be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.” // b.m. baruch

my skin is akin to a horror film.

it lulls you into a false sense of calm, and then – the music gets eerily intense, the shadows grow dark, and then you hear it – the heavy breathing of me, the blood falling out of my face, a cold sweat descends – the ax falls; the lit 10x magnifying mirror has become the cruelest, most heinous villain of all.

melodrama aside, when the seasons change, my skin doesn’t take it well, at all. it’s all discombobulated, unhappy, ill at ease, and generally spotty. it’s a fine look – if you enjoy being eternally frustrated, wondering if this is puberty all over again, part the fourteenth. and sure, i have a habit of over compensating with product, product, product – but ignore that part, just mind those that actually matter.

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➝ source : coalface charcoal soap via lush

➝ source : clarifying toner via ren

➝ source : clear skin clearing treatment via paula’s choice

➝ source : blemish treatment concealer via cover fx

 

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