Posts from June 2015

“i have no special talent. i am only passionately curious.” // a. einstein*

i am, as the saying goes, a jack of all trades, and a master of pretty much… none.

this is not to say i don’t have a few tricks up my sleeve, and a handful of tips to share. i’m a whizz at folding a fitted sheet, i’m pretty solid at whipping up a risotto and i can wrap a gift like nobody’s business. none of these, much to my dismay, are marketable traits; alas.

of course, upon my travels through the years, (as in, aging as opposed to flights abroad), i’ve picked up a few tricks from those a bit more clever than myself.

i’ve learned that apple cider vinegar is the best multi-purpose cleanser – use it for shinier hair, whiter teeth, a happier belly, and for clearer skin. use a peach-toned matte shadow for a sheer under-eye brightener, and to cover up irritated, splotchy skin. need to retouch your liquid liner? mascara and an angled brush will do the trick. (a well-timed sneeze and a thick coat of mascara also stands in for an instant smokey eye.) lacking oomph at the crown? skip hairspray at the end of your styling sesh, and spray it at your roots while your hair is still wet and style as usual. boom – your hair will be as high as martha stewart and snoop dogg. and finally, if you had to choose just one product to save you from a plain face, opt for a nude-plum lip colour. you can get away with almost anything with one quick slick – on lips, dab a bit on your cheeks, and swipe a sheer wash of it on your eyelids, and well, you’re ready to go.

now, don’t say i never did anything for you.






➝ source : eye shadow in blanc type via mac

➝ source : witchery mascara via rouge bunny rouge

➝ source : sachajuan root lift via b-glowing

➝ source : siren lip stick in chère via vapour organic beauty

*some have shark-week. i have einstein.

“you can’t blame gravity for falling in love.” // a. einstein

i don’t fall in love easily.

i do, however, crush hard and fast, but then the feelings fade as quickly and as stealthily as they crept in. it’s probably lucky for my husband that this has remained the case for the last almost-12 years; otherwise the work of love and marriage would be an ever harder toil; we like to keep it breezy over here.

when i do find myself dizzy with a little bit of lust, it’s rarely in response to a boy; i mean sure, i enjoy a ryan gosling just as much as the next gal (or guy), but when i swoon, it’s not really a blonde i go for. my type is strong, but silent – glints in the light, and only makes a scene when i drop it on the floor; understandably.

i admit, sometimes i need a diversion, and step out with handbags and sunglasses; but those are just flings, i’m serious about my tchotchke.



➝ source : galaxy pearl & rectangle ring via sabrina dehoff

➝ source : giada forte my jewel #2 via the dreslyn

➝ source : schumacher loop bracelet via lara bohinc

➝ source : three-step balloon ring via wwake

“a man paints with his brains and not with his hands.” // michelangelo

there were two classes in high school i was thrilled to be done with upon graduating.

one which was rather broad, encompassed all math-related themes that went beyond basic arithmetic; and the other might surprise you – as it was visual arts. if there were two parts of both the left and right side of my brain that never fully developed – therein you would find the proof.

the mathematical explanation? well, let’s just say crib notes might’ve been used in my final algebra exam and let’s leave it at that, but the art part – that one always confused me. i had always loved colour, thought myself to be the creative sort, and could see things so vividly in my head, that for certain i would be able to transfer that on to paper. but my hands never understood what i was trying to tell them. my goal of being able to sketch the perfect hand, became the hastily scrawled stick-figure for shits and giggles. i was on the honor roll, but for those C-minuses in maths and art, i had to make up for it in every other subject. ask to see the sweatshirt i designed and sewed for home ec., you’ll be impressed.

now, of course, i’m a pro at mixing hues and making sure my colour palette matches tone. it’s skin tone, but i suppose if there was any canvas i’d want to make sure to get right, my face would be the one, right?





➝ source : retouching powder in yellow (to tone down redness!) via bobbi brown

➝ source : redness correcting primer (i have a tendency to become tomato-like, what of it?) via makeup forever

➝ source : brighten dark spots & diminish the dull of a poor night’s sleep – white corrective foundation via face stockholm

➝ source : spendy, but the glow is worth it, météorites compact via guerlain


June 25, 2015

“one of the best things about folklore and fairy tales is that the best fantasy is what you find right around the corner,…” // t. winding

when i was much younger, i used to dance.

being the daughter of a woman who, prior to adding émigré to her CV, was briefly a member of the bolshoi, you can imagine that for me, ballet was a foregone conclusion – and never a question of maybe.

the shame of it was, that although i could (and do!) appreciate the discipline and the artistry – i had, shall we say, the grace of a plodding calf. the ballet, to my mother’s chagrin, was not a genetic trait passed down easily.

yet, it was her friday night classes, the ones held at an elementary school in little italy that proved to hold my attention, and of which i possessed a bit more flair.

character – a sort of subdivision of ballet; where being a little less than elegant was expected, where the rules were looser, and you were freer to be a little bit more baby cow, and not-so-much baby anna pavlova. i loved the folklore, the nuance, the stomping of my heels, and the mugs we would pull.

and more than the mazurka, i loved the costumes. the headpieces, the mythos of the dresses – the stories that they conjured, by the power held in those tiny-heeled black dance shoes and the ribbons that mingled with my hair and fell down my back. those clothes told a story, and i just helped them dance along.






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➝ source : vilshenko silk crepe de chine embroidered blouse via net-a-porter

➝ source : folklore devoré lace maxi dress via sea

➝ source : star & moon embroidered dress via valentino

➝ source : shirt-dress via an aged s/s 2014 alberta ferretti collection

“there are always flowers for those who want to see them.” // h. matisse

pushing pause on my usual whinge about summer, (but please don’t make me go outside today, it’s 1000% humidity) – there are a few details about these trying months that make it on to my short-list of hoorays, instead of my usual list of intense boos.

i miss the soft-serve trucks the moment they leave us sometime in late september; a chocolate-vanilla swirl is nothing short of a sweet miracle on any given day of any given trying week. i can admit that my much beloved cooler months don’t allow for glorious night-drives with the windows rolled down and the music turned way up. electrical storms at 4am are few and far between in november; and i know, that the vivid florals will dim sometime early in october. the peonies dry up, the ranunculi lose their mille-feuille petals, and i know i won’t see another tulip until the late march melts.

yet, the option to wear the sylvan is at my disposal at any time of year. i’ll opt for the gothic floral as opposed to cheerful feminine blooms, but at least i’ll still be amongst the living and the colourful…

lelarose miyao sacai



➝ source : lela rose shirt dress via far fetch

➝ source : miyao floral lace ruffled top via h. lorenzo

➝ source : floral printed pleat skirt via sacai

➝ source : christopher kane decades shift dress via forward

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