“hair brings one’s self-image into focus; it is vanity’s proving ground.

hair is terribly personal, a tangle of mysterious prejudices.” // s. alexander

i had my hair cut yesterday.

it’s not something i like to talk about and it’s not something that gives me much pleasure; i do it because i have to. so twice a year, before the freeze sets in and then again before summer approaches, i give myself over to those who have no clue what it is i’m trying to do or say – with my hair.

some of you are rather eloquent; your hair is long and loose, a cascade of waves – like, a breeze in mid-may. or it hangs like a sheet of glass, razor sharp and straight as an arrow. or, you tie it up in a laid-back topknot, and you’re the girl who’s low-maintenance, relaxed, and only have low-grade drama in your life; parking tickets and sometimes your friends laugh how you can be in your head a bit. it’s not annoying, it’s cute – and then i roll my eyes so far into my head i worry they’ll get stuck.

me? i’m a tangled mess. i don’t brush my hair… on purpose. when i wash it, it’s with products that add grit, as opposed to softness and shine. the water makes it clean, the suds i use, do not. i don’t want you to be able to run your hands through it. i’d rather it look dry and unruly.

so. you can understand my irritation with the person and the scissors they wield – who only see me as a head of hair, and not my hair as an extension of myself. now, if my therapist could trim hair – then, perhaps my hair would be closer to my truth.






➝ source : surfcomber tousled texture mousse via oribe

➝ source : bb. texture undressing creme via bumble & bumble

➝ source : sachajuna volume powder via b-glowing

➝ source : 24k superiority complex paste via sally hershberger

“brand is just a perception, and perception will match reality over time.” // e. musk

if i were as superficial as i’ve alleged myself to be over the last nine years or so, i’d be surrounded by a literal embankment of products whose covers were gorgeous, yet whose contents had cemented over ages of disuse.

luckily, i have a modicum of self-restraint, and actually relish using products that actually, you know, work – no matter what sort of packaging they come in.

however, would it be my will to pick up what-have-you and sundry that looked good enough to frame – could you really blame me, just look at these little bottles of monochrome joy.



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➝ source : milk anti-frizz nourishing treatment via reverie

➝ source : super facial serum via verso

➝ source : balm via olio e osso

➝ source : serum via somme institute

“there is only one cure for gray hair. it was invented by a frenchman. it is called the guillotine.” // p. wodehouse

confession :

i haven’t had my hair tended to since sometime in april.

though some leave their nails by the side of the road when things go a bit pear-shaped, for me – it’ll be my hair that has to fend for itself, becoming a sad and empty shell of its former, large and poufy self. considering too, the abuse i put it through – the sprays, the heat, the pulling and breaking – it’s rather a surprise that i have any mop to lament at all.

what’s more? though the appointment to have the twice yearly cut and colour was made, i couldn’t make it – and had to cancel at the last minute. i shrugged the cut off, but the frame of grey that becomes impossible to ignore after roughly 82 days – was covered up one tuesday evening by the aide of blur on shuffle, a ripped up tee, and a box of clairol’s natural instincts #20.

to be honest – i can’t tell the difference between that 30 minute dye-job over the salon job – but i can no longer ignore that my hair is now paying the price for my blatant disregard, and when things begin to even themselves out, i’m really going to have to make amends.



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➝ source : ghost oil via verb

➝ source : regenerating mask via christophe robin

➝ source : nounou conditioner via davines

➝ source : rene furterer karité intense nourishing oil via co. bigelow


“elegance is innate. it has nothing to do with being well dressed. elegance is refusal.” // d. vreeland

whenever i’m invited to a fête, a do, a shindig or even a happening – i am struck by two things: a bit of giddiness to still be invited to anything where people expect to have a good time, and then – a palpable fear about what i’m going to wear.

though i’m rather staunch in my feelings on one’s appearance – and the do-what-you-want-ness of it all; i tend to get a bit wobbly in my steadfast notions that one can have their own version of what is acceptable, suitable and appropriate. i would like to look like some approximation of one, or all three of those adjectives – but then because i won’t get height with a heel, i shy away from colour – and am rather decked out only in that i take my occasional jewels out as opposed to my everyday tat and line both upper AND lower lash lines – i question whether my views are skewed.

and then i get to where i’m going and realize – everyone’s had the same thought – the only difference being is that their versions of what’s what is lined up to who they are – and we’re all just hanging for dear life to that do-what-you-want-ness of it all.


bibelot token x aweebit x louise kragh x petrol 2pearl ring




➝ source : 24/7 waterline eye pencil via urban decay

➝ source : louise kragh double pearl ring via bibelot & token

➝ source : alex perry flared textured dress via farfetch

➝ source : elyse shoes via stella mccartney

“the human spirit must prevail over technology.” // a. einstein

prior to meeting my husband, i was a plain-jane, ibm-cube desktop, windows-working, dial-up modem.

anything and everything tech at that time, made those squealing, high-pitched dins – reminding me that there was something better to do than wait the roughly six and a half minutes it took to get online. because, let’s be honest, no good ever came from hanging out in an aol chat-room, and those geocities sites were bound to induce a seizure. the only thing from that time that remains, is the handle i chose – misshoax. i’d give you the backstory, but i fear i’d immediately combust from sheer humiliation.

six weeks after i started dating my husband, (the very-definition of an early-adopter – his family owned a mac plus in 1986), and he wooed me into the purchase of a sleek and polished gem of a laptop – a white, mac ibook.

there was no turning back – i hadn’t realized the allure, the seductive power of white keys in a clam-shell case, of blue ethernet cables and the limitless possibility of the internet. since then it has taken me everywhere – therefore, it’s no surprise that since every single pixel of my life has been touched by tech, that my skin would then demand the same bit rate as the rest of my life.




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➝ source : laser precision hair remover via tria beauty

➝ source : intensify facial discs via colbert md

➝ source : multi-perfecting pore corrector concentrate via algenist

➝ source : luna facial cleansing brush via foreo

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