“There‘s more to being snowed in than cocaine and catwalks; there‘s also sex. As day three turned into day four, it was clear that the whole scene had become one big party. “The disco was like Studio 54,” says Pat Harrington, Les and Pat‘s business partner in the Gerard Fashion Group. “We were there every night. A lot of women were after Bob Clement. I met a Brazilian.” Jerry Hall had been dating Bryan Ferry at the time, but she‘d already met Mick Jagger; she was wondering aloud about which man to choose. Randall recalls her saying, “I don’t know which one I should pick. If I were to marry Bryan Ferry, I‘d be Jerry Ferry.” Gambling groups started to gather in the corners of the disco, he says; dice and cards. “It started to get a little strange. There were a lot of very rich Argentinians and rich Brazilians.”
Posts from February 2016
“life isn’t black and white. it’s a million gray areas, don’t you find?” // r. scott
i’m not comfortable inhabiting within the grey.
nothing is as clear or cleanly cut as glass, that much i know; but finding myself in a bit of a nebulous muddle does nothing but make the need for precise lines of black and white quite very mandatory.
if there’s not much to hang on to for a bit of stability; whether a handrail or hand-holding; if the room starts to spin as the part of you that’s a control freak, loses all control and becomes solely freak – it’s best not to blur the lines any further and keep things as straightforward as possible.
black and white. monochrome only. stripes or solids – nothing more, nothing less, nothing else. any more than that, and you’ll be begging for a hand out of the murky grey.
➝ source : cut-out polka dot knit via simone rocha
➝ source : bengal stripe jeans via rag + bone
➝ source : buckled wedge sandals via ann demeulemeester
“without valentine’s day, february would be… well, january.” // j. gaffigan
i have a lot of love to give.
sometimes i think i need to reign it in a bit – i’m fairly certain i can be a mite overwhelming on occasion. that’s okay, i’m self-aware enough to know when to get and give some air.
but you know what? the level affection i feel, the reserves i keep stored up, wane, in the smallest of increments as we lead up to february 14th. i don’t feel love less, i just get irked with the en masse bursts of chocolate covered romance, red roses on repeat, and the cloyingly sweet incantations on love.
and yes, i know how this might come off. it’s jaded, cynical, i’m probably a misanthrope. fine, i may be two out of three, but not on the topic of love. i just really hope that everyone gets to feel loved on all days of the year, and it doesn’t just get lumped in on one cold day in winter with a drugstore teddy-bear and a box of chocolates wrapped in catchpenny red ribbon.
➝ source : crystal lip pin via sonia ryiel
➝ source : mini lia crossbody bag via alexander wang