Posts from December 2014

“once, i lived in an apartment with a skylight in the bathroom. every winter, it would snow through the skyline, but we got a discount because of it. // j. parsons

t’is the season to be jolly, and also the season for taking advantage of some obscenely deep discounts.

i’ve mentioned it often and rather forcefully that i am not adverse to paying full price – but when any and all formats of buying have been so extremely marked down, why not get the goods on the cheap?

be it altruism, generosity or plain want, there’s too much on rebate to pass up. so, let it be the season of giving – and receiving.




➝ source : transit curve coat via 3.1 phillip lim

➝ source : derek dress via a détacher

➝ source : deco clutch via matter matters

➝ source : serra clogs via rachel comey

“it is easily overlooked that what is now called vintage was once brand new.” // t. visconti

my last known dalliance with vintage was probably sometime before my 19th year – when i was going for something new in something old, and bought myself a pair of well-worn, (by whom is anybody’s guess), straight-leg, faded blue, button-fly, 501 jeans.

yet, i knew for a fact that no matter how many times i washed those dungarees, i would never be able to shake the feeling that i most certainly was walking a mile in someone else’s trousers. trust that i know how it makes me sound, but i never could quite get comfortable wearing someone else’s clothes.

granted, i’ve evolved some since then, but so has my understanding of the word vintage. i don’t take it to mean the patchouli-incensed version of old men’s flannels and jeans, but of loftier, slightly more gilded items.





➝ source : pierre cardin space age satin mini via 1st dibs

➝ source : miu miu lizard skin satin platforms via decades

➝ source : issey miyake umbrella cape via far fetch

➝ source : lanvin pendant via shrimpton couture

“beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain…” // c. morley

for all that i adore, i am steadfast and true – i’m not fickle in my resoluteness.

i am staunch in my favoritism – i like what i like, and i’m stubbornly attached to those motifs and effects that i’m either bound by necessity, nostalgia, or appetite.

what i’m not too overly attached to though is the means by which i arrive to those places i feel most securely planted. the equation is disposable, the outcome, is not. so, i try, try, and try – until i think i’ve found what it is that i’m looking for. i am the goldilocks of product, in search of a goodnight’s rest, the nudest lip, the clearest skin, the mostest of the most, etc., etc., ad infinitum.



➝ source : blotting powder perfector via becca

➝ source : nudity lip pen via nudestix

➝ source : skin balancing oil-reducing cleanser via paula’s choice

➝ source : molliderm hand cream via beauty habit

“with luck, it might even snow for us.” // h. murakami

i’ll admit, i didn’t really believe them when they said we’d wake up to a blanket of white the other morning.

there have been threats of it, but nothing ever came out of them. with threats idling out in the wind, there’s that distinct moment when you become complacent – where you think, ‘this might very well be the year we see no snow’.

needless to say, there was no reason to feel so self-satisfied, we are now in what some would call a literal winter wonderland.

and i know it’s early yet, and the days of white will seemingly drag until they’re more brown with dirt and slush than anything else, but these first few snows of the season, well – they almost make an all white look seem like an ambition worth striving for.





➝ source : oversized curly coat via carven

➝ source : christopher kane layered organza dress via far fetch

➝ source : v-neck poncho via adam lippes

➝ source : asymmetric trousers via proenza schouler

also, watch: valentino’s all-white haute couture collection (SWOON).

“if you come at four in the afternoon, i’ll begin to be happy by three.” // a. de saint-exupéry

that wildly irritating truism that life begins to move at a swifter pace once you pass thirty, (or have children – whichever comes first), is a right thorn in my side.

even anticipation is not what it once was – it used to be that waiting made time go by at a clip slower than wet cement, but now – everything is so quick, so at the speed of light, so at the RPM of bandwidth and typing speed, (i’m at 120 words a minute, with only my thumbs!) – that waiting has become almost obsolete. everything is here, right when you want it, before even the spark of wanting was hit by a flint.

it’s 11 days out until winter 2014, but here it is, pre-fall 2015, for all to see and closer to the truth, to want…


[all photos courtesy of]

➝ source : band of outsiders

➝ source : erdem

➝ source : rachel comey

➝ source : rodebjer

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