“i don’t know anything about life, but everything about cinema.” // r. schneider
cinematic, other-worldly, lush & gorgeous – photos don’t always do these things justice.
“take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.” // w.b. yeats
what is it that they say? t’is the season – that’s it, right?
the holiday parties, both personal and corporate – the onslaught has begun, and truth be known, i don’t mind.
my list of fêtes is rather short, mostly because i’ve chosen to opt out, but once a year, it’s rather a gas to turn on the charm, put on the varnish, gloss myself up and head out the door to a party whose numbers top out somewhere near the 600 mark. it’s fun to turn the volume up to 11, to be the shiniest, most charmingest version of yourself, and become fizzy with wit. i’m pretty good at it.
of course, the dress-code is rather open to interpretation – and i’ll forever side with my version of black-tie-light, be sure to put comfort first, wear a black dress, have my accessories do most of the heavy lifitng, and make my clutch the belle of the ball.
➝ source : zipped pouch clutch via christopher kane
➝ source : bag bugs clutch via fendi
➝ source : silk satin clutch via the row
“it is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.”//
it’s been months since i felt like when i finished something, that there wasn’t anything waiting, just in some hazy middle-distance, waiting on me to get to it – and to make it snappy.
there’s been this constant run of hurdles, these dangling participles, of when one thing gets crossed off, there’s just one more thing, one more wafer-thin mint of a headache to parse.
it’s all right. it’s not a whinge, it’s a statement of fact. and once more unto the breach, i’ll muddle through. i’d just rather do it with a pretty little flounce, a formidable end – following behind me.
➝ source : intarsia sweater via kenzo
➝ source : crepe & satin wrap skirt via marni
➝ source : medium tassel shopper via proenza schouler