Posts from April 2015

“painting is just another way of keeping a diary.” // p. picasso

i’ve never claimed to possess a talent for composition, but as you’re here, and able to see – you’ll notice that that hasn’t stopped me yet.

in fact, ever since i could, i wrote things down. the joke passed around; as i forever toted around a pencil and scads of paper, was that i would either be a great writer or a spectacular receptionist. i’d hazard i’ve been passable at best at both at one time or another.

yet, what i know for a fact i could never do – was paint. ask me to draw and i’m suddenly mute. my mind can access it, but my hands won’t get it together to make it work. ask to see my daughter’s lunch notes, and you’ll understand very quickly why it’s better that i do this exercise every day, instead of trying my hand at a sketch. it’s a talent i’m keenly in awe of – and admire, sometimes not from a very far distance at all…





➝ source : shift dress via isola marras

➝ source : raquel allegra military jacket via far fetch

➝ source : print skirt via alberta ferretti

➝ source : area di barbara bologna via ODD

“blue oblivion, largely lit, smiled and smiled at me.” // w.r. benét

it’s a little incongruous to feel a little down in the dumps when it’s finally feeling a bit brighter and kinder than freshly poured cement.

spring has turned the corner into something closer to blooming flowers and azure skies, and i was dressed too warmly for the day, and instead of allowing the delight and the sunshine to warm these weary bones, i was annoyed. it hadn’t been more than two hours, and i wanted to call the whole thing off.

to be clear – it’s wasn’t spring, it was me. i wasn’t in the mood. i needed it to be grey, i needed it to be cold – i needed it to be a bit more february because i’m feeling rather february. i’m a little whelmed – i’m a lot aggravated, and i’m a whole lot blue.

no need to panic, it’ll pass, but for now i’m sinking right in – maybe just for a day, perhaps two – i’ll dig my heels in and just see where it goes.

the bright side of it all? blue has always been my favourite colour.





➝ source : panel coat via iro

➝ source : frill panel jumper via j.w. anderson

➝ source : maison rabih kayrouz geometric print skirt via far fetch

➝ source : pleated colour block dress via aquilano rimondi

“eating is not merely a material pleasure. eating well gives a spectacular joy to life and contributes immensely to goodwill and happy companionship. it is of great importance to the morale. // e. schiaparelli

forgive me.

this foray in to screen and keyboard is turning out a lot more like i’ve gone grocery shopping on an empty stomach – and instead, all that swirls in my head, in lieu of frocks, fancy shoes, and bangles up to there, is ice cream cones, french fries and juicy fruits, up to there.

and much like that roast i’ll never cook, or those mangoes i continue to butcher till there’s nothing but the stone, i’ll never eat it – nor would i wear it – but i can’t deny, when you look good enough to consume, it’s difficult to think about anything else, but getting a good meal in, before you get it all over your clothes.

i really have to get some lunch. i’m starting to think those shoes, with a side of ketchup really would be good enough to eat.






➝ source : natalie sweater via markus lupfer

➝ source : leo’s leo tomato bag via luisa via roma

➝ source : apple dress via peter jensen

➝ source : fast food slip-ons via chiara ferragni

“be willing to be uncomfortable. be comfortable being uncomfortable.” // p. mcwilliams

though spring has been slow to grow, i’m not naive enough to think that summer will not eventually rear it’s frizzy head and make me wholly uncomfortable.

i’m getting my hair cut tomorrow, so that i won’t have to touch it for the next three months, (curly hair + humidity = 76% reduction in length), and i’m doing some real, in-depth research into what i may be wearing in the next few weeks to combat the sheer displeasure i’ll be experiencing, and to possibly mask the fine layer of sweat that i’m going to be covered in.

i suppose i don’t help my own cause, as i’m forever prone to donning black, and keep my eerily pale legs covered; but if we’re meant to be true to ourselves, i suppose that means we should get rather accustomed to feeling a certain level of discomfort, a certain amount of time…







➝ source : flits dress via humanoid

➝ source : back by ann sofie back l/s zip dress via oak

➝ source : ripple print leggings via henrik vibskov

➝ source : gauze poet dress via raquel allegra

“what is drama but life with the dull bits cut out.” // w. churchill

much like this daily endeavor into word and hopeful wit, life needs a good edit now and again.

to see the wood for the trees, we need to weed out our proverbial gardens now and again and cut out those unnecessary bits that keep us tied to ruts, slumps, and tethered to to this fashionable grind. perhaps what we need from time to time, is a trim to the superfluous, to the extra, to the fancy. perhaps, if it were ever warm enough, we could also let the air in…





➝ source : cutout sleeveless top via novis

➝ source : cutout details skirt via sea

➝ source : cut out balloon dress via isa arfen

➝ source : cut-out sandals via marsèll

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