Posts from July 2015

“ANYTHING will burn with enough gasoline and dynamite.” // r.a. heinlein

in terms of the aesthetic, i believe there to be an element of the gleefully masochist amongst quite a few of us.

whether our tolerance for pain is high or relatively nigh – the idiom that speaks of feeling no pain, equals no gain, will ring true to many. why else would we RSVP days in advance for services with franken-names like chemical peel, dermabrasion, and infrared skin tightening?

these potions and procedures speak volumes about the lengths one will go to achieve perfectly clear, dorian-gray-skin-of-a-peach skin. if the burning sensation equals results – sign me up, i’m fine to substitute my knees sagging earthward, just as long as my crows-feet never land and my cheeks never droop – it’s a fair trade.algenistjuicebeauty





➝ source : genius ultimate anti-aging bi-phase peel via algenist

➝ source : green apple full strength peel via juice beauty

➝ source : retAsphere micro peel via kate somerville

➝ source : 40% triple acid peel via peter thomas roth

“music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.” // v. hugo

if i were to believe in magic, if i thought there was something out there that egged us on, that gave us power; more than we were naturally gifted with – i would hazard that you’d find it somewhere in your favourite songs.

don’t take this to mean that what we wear falls short – what we choose to cover ourselves with has a power all its own. yet, i do think that if somewhere in your not-so distant past, you found yourself clinging to certain melodies, repeating lyrics as meditations on calm to get you through your days; or hot summer nights you found yourself rolling down the windows in your first, battered and bruised car; taking night drives with the volume turned up to ten – you’ll find the DNA of those songs somewhere in the threads and seams of clothes you wear.  it’s almost impossible to not listen when something speaks to you – speaks to the very heart of you.

is it any surprise that what i wear carries with it elements of all those who sang the songs that to me, felt like magic?





depeche mode // blur // elastica // the smiths

“there are not more than five primary colors yet in combination they produce more hues than can ever been seen.” // s. tzu

in terms of ratios – i’m at 1:3 of having worn the mainstay primaries since preschool.

green is worn in the smallest of doses, red renders me a tomato, therefore blue has become my champion in terms of wearing any sort of colour. if it weren’t for blue, i’d be nothing but a shapeless black mass, coming and going in nothing but onyx jersey and jet gauze. thank goodness for blue.

despite my personal aversion to donning colour, i am nothing if not a roll of lifesavers on the inside. i’m all of the colours rolled up in one – the reds, the greens, the blues, and everything else mixed up into one. that does make black, after all.


fay jwannderson newbalance

➝ source : colour block clutch via les petites joueurs

 ➝ source : fay snoopy varsity jacket via farfetch

➝ source : ottoman stripe skirt via j.w. anderson

➝ source : sneaks via new balance

“so many tangles in life are ultimately hopeless that we have no appropriate sword other than laughter.” // g.w. allport

i currently have, hiding beneath the various layers of my hair, two – of what can only be described as clumps of matted-beyond-recognition locks of ‘hair’ that are slowly, but very surely turning themselves into dreads. this befalls the curly-headed girl at least twice a year – when conditions are just right:

high-summer, a mop of hair rendered completely arid and yet – styling products are used with sheer abandon and then heat is applied every other morning, as if i’m attempting to toast the ends of my hair – but without the use of butter. (side-note: mmmm, buttered toast.)

to be very clear – there are portions of my hair that a brush cannot get through. i’m in need of assistance – or pretty soon, it’s going to be open season with a pair of very sharp shears.

briogeo christopherobin O&M



➝ source : don’t despair, repair! conditioning mask via briogeo

➝ source : christophe robin moisturizing hair oil w/lavendar via net-a-porter

➝ source : seven day miracle masque via original & mineral

➝ source : huile secret de beaute, though considering how popular it is, not much of a secret, via leonor greyl

“nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so that each small piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry.” r. p. feynman

sitting here, in front of this forever blinking cursor, i’m trying to think of one pattern, figurative or literal, that appeals to me – and that doesn’t contains some sort of very obvious order.

i think in life, you’re wired either to adhere to a personal system of checks and balances, or to embrace the chaos. there are moments when those two crossover – momentary glimpses of how the other half live, but i think we all end up back where we belong; either nestled into our safety nets of some semblance of routine, or into our personal templates of disarray. neither side is more correct than the other; we just sidle up to the one that feels safest and keep on going.

which side do you think i cling to, which one do you?





➝ source : check pattern shift dress via marni

➝ source : stripe panel top via jacquemus

➝ source : astraet trousers via farfetch

➝ source : checked loafers via kenzo

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