“the reinvention of daily life means marching off the edge of our maps.” // b. black

i really appreciate the fine art of a do-over.

a time, a moment, a beginning that strolled along well-enough until something, or someone gave their head a shake, and had a change of heart and started fresh. i sometimes feel that we become so tied to a concept, or an idea of who and what we are, that we don’t give making a change a fair shake. i mean, just because you started off doing one thing, doesn’t necessarily mean that that’s going to be the end-game until the end of your game.

i thought my winning piece would be somewhere, somehow writing, (what – i don’t know), i instead did everything in-between and did this wee bit thing on the side. a million years from where i started, i am, what i very-tongue-in-cheekly call, an entrepreneur-lite, running a teensy business, and who ever saw that coming should’ve clued me in because, who knew?

and that’s why it gives me just a little jolt of joy when someone, particularly someone who found success elsewhere, decided that ‘nope – this is no longer for me’, turned around, made a switch and decided to reinvent themselves… and found fulfillment somewhere new.

the row title A

A Single Man poster

victoria:victoria beckham

➝ source : multi-pouch wristlet via the row [you know who they are.]

➝ source : monkey pleat dress via title a [former model, agyness deyn’s line]

➝ source : a single man, tom ford‘s directorial debut

➝ source : cotton poplin dress via victoria/victoria beckham [zig-a-zig-ah]

“winter is not a season, it’s an occupation.” // s. lewis

the thing about winter is that wearing anything new would invariably go to waste.

it’s too cold to go out, and when you’re forced into the icebound wilderness you’re wrapped and wound in all the things that keep one warm. parkas, shawls, toques, (i’m canadian), gloves up to there; and then if it’s too bright out, a pair of sunglasses is the frozen cherry on top of that swirling mass of outerwear.

you wouldn’t know the difference if i was wearing my jams under that avalanche of synthetic down. even if i were, it would make things much simpler to shrug it all off when i get back inside and plonk myself on the sofa with a cup of hot-something and a pile of not-the-usual fashion stand mags.



humanbeing porter



➝ source : address magazine

➝ source : human being journal

➝ source : porter magazine

➝ source : another magazine

“we might knit that knot with our tongues that we shall never undo with our teeth.”// j. lyly

it’s been ages since i’ve stuck my feet tightly into my mouth.

the surprise isn’t that i have made these social gaffes; it’s that i haven’t in such a long while. it’s happened so many times before, when my head grows light, my cheeks grow flush with the awkwardness and heat of a thousand suns – and then my stomach knots itself into the recognized pretzel formation. then i go hide in the ladies for the rest of the night.

you’d think i’d know better than to bring it up – a forever jinx set in virtual stone. it’s just that i’m working with the statistics here, and quite plainly – if you add an increased number of functions with a definite rise in alcohol consumption, multiplied by  unknown extended family members – chances are rather high that i am, and let’s be honest – you too, are about to make incomparable asses out of ourselves.

the least one can do is dress appropriately, keep on smiling – and let it be known that those knots on the outside? they serve to complement the knots you feel on the inside.



proenza schouler

➝ source : oversized knot collar coat via msgm

➝ source : neoprene minidress via delpozo

➝ source : céline knot cuff via the realreal

➝ source : knot detail mules via proenza schouler

“it seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are still alive. there are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger for them.” // g. eliot

don’t be too quick to be fooled – mary anne evans knew of what she spoke – and called herself george so those who were prone to not take her seriously –would. and i, in turn, wouldn’t dream of taking her words lightly. so, if i were the wishing type, which i suppose i would call getting my hopes up – i’d be dropping hints all over the place so those keeping their ears to the ground wouldn’t have to guess to glean what i was longing for. it is, after all, a very valid point ms. evans made…





sense a theme? the heart wants what the heart wants…

→ source : all over triangle oversized cardigan via chinti & parker in collaboration with patternity

→ source : renee two-tone loafers via robert clergerie

→ source : oversized black sunglasses via linda farrow

→ source : swoon-worthy ‘these same stars’ silk scarf via rob ryan and available at etsy

published first in november 2013.

“isn’t it awful that cold feet make for a cold imagination and that a pair of woolen socks induce good thoughts!” // f. grillparzer

as it approached 11pm the other night, (the hour that either propels me directly into bed, or compels me to throw caution to the wind and a solid 6 hours be damned); i hurriedly slipped into my dogged hightop vans, collared the dog – and out we went for a little business doing.

only when it was much too late to turn back – the odd 60/40/snow/rain mix was seeping into my unlaced trainers, mingling with now damp socks and increasingly frozen toes. the idiosyncrasies of winter sometimes catch me, and my feet, off guard. i’m forever concentrating on what’s on top, that i tend to leave what’s on the bottom out in the literal cold. it’s been years since i’ve worn appropriate footwear over the course of a winter – i have a feeling that i’ve cottoned on and in the nick of time – this time around.


hunter llbean


➝ source : urban hiker w/shearling via coach (coach?!)

➝ source : original quilted lace-ups via hunter

➝ source : bean boots, which, let’s be honest you won’t be able to get until sometime in 2019, via ll bean

➝ source : shearling-lined nubuck boots via miu miu (at $1700 they’re completely justifiable, right?)

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