“i always loved aesthetics. not particularly fashion, but an idea of beauty.” // m. prada
the wanting of a prada bag has never been stronger. we can talk about the clothes later:
all images via vogue
“i had a dream that I was awake and i woke up to find myself asleep.” // s. laurel
i’ve been having trouble sleeping.
i’m dead tired, but walking; i’m bone-weary, but still making a go of it. considering i have very little choice in the matter, because you know, “ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on,” but let’s be clear here, i’m not firing on all cylinders.
i think i’ve worn the same two outfits, (washed, mind), over the last ten days, because i’ve got enough gusto to get myself ready, but i don’t have the energy to muster any creativity when it comes to my wardrobe – if it fits, it’s warm enough, it doesn’t ride, hitch, or itch? perfect. i’m putting it on and wearing it until the sun goes down and i too, am able to wind down. and though i wouldn’t dare be seen in what i wear to bed, there’s nothing i’d rather roll into when i get out of it in the morning, than something that looks like i could wear to roll back into bed at the end of my sleep-deprived day.
➝ source : darliano jumpsuit via by malene birger
➝ source : striped shirt-dress via i’m isola marras
➝ source : printed kimono coat via stine goya
“i wish we could see perfumes as well as smell them. i’m sure they would be very beautiful.” // l.m. montgomery
and sometimes you get lucky, and you’re able to do both.
scent, and i’m sure i don’t need to tell you, is one of those nebulous, mysterious things in life that can take you almost anywhere you’d like to go.
your childhood bedroom, a late night drive in high-august, cigarettes, (that you don’t smoke anymore!) and songs that you made you cry; a dinner with friends that made your sides hurt from laughter; one rainy day in early april when you could finally smell the spring rise from the sidewalks.
scent is so wonderfully evocative, so blissfully nostalgic, that out of all the senses, it’s the one most powerfully tied to emotion and memory. it’s like a rubber-band, snapping you back in time and place, then there you are, snapped back to where you started.
scent isn’t just about what you smell, it’s about what you feel when you do – and that’s why reassembly, fragrance oils by josée gordon, (hi, josée!), have become a go-to for pulse points and moments of still, to being the only scent i carry in the shop. these little bottles of botanical fragrances carry more than their weight – hand-made with scents ranging from the woodsy to the city, to the sensual – these gorgeous fragrances will become a must-have; and i’m absolutely thrilled to introduce them to you and have them in the shop. find out more & find your perfect reassembly scent, here*.
*currently mine is coco 77, occasionally layered with blackwood.
originally published at bibelot & token, it’s okay, that’s me as well!
“we live not according to reason, but according to fashion.” // seneca
ladies and gentlemen, we have reached peak fashion.
there doesn’t seem to be any month, any week, or any day now that does not include a new collection, by any and all designers, for any and all use, for any and all times of the year. there is fashion every day, in every way.
the output of new has reached an almost comical, and yet wholly staggering, level. who can process this much? how does the design process actually work? how are there enough of hours in a day, days in a week, weeks in a month, that could allow for this much output? can the demand actually necessitate such a supply?
there aren’t enough hours in a day, days in a week, weeks in a month, and months in a year to ever get close enough to process it all.
then i sigh, reign my astonishment in, and wait for next week’s collections to arrive.
all images via vogue