“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.


July 27, 2015

“i can’t even remember when the seventies was.” // r. keane

though not old enough to have really lived through the debauch of the 70s; (i was just a young slip of a thing during the last few years of that tenner), i couldn’t quite manage escaping unscathed by that decade’s ochre-hued hands – worse than that, i also couldn’t manage getting out of wearing my brother’s old clothes.

what exactly was happening during that time that made corduroy so appealing? why did the advent of polyester bring with it such an array of frowzy patterns? and why, exactly, was brown deemed so very de rigueur?

i’d like to think it was a latent come-down, an obscene hangover — an after-effect of the swinging 60s. it’s the only explanation i can come up with – and yet, there’s not one reason i can come up with that justifies why these looks have come back… was there yet another revolution i wasn’t around for; and more importantly, why do i find myself attracted to both that brown leather skirt and absolutely enormous cape?







➝ source : feathered hat via saint laurent

➝ source : double-breasted cape coat via balmain

➝ source : n°21 striped sweater via farfetch

➝ source : leather a-line skirt via sea

“you cannot climb the ladder of success dressed in the costume of failure.” // z. ziglar

when you spend the brunt of your day on your own – it’s a fairly slippery slope to waking up and giving your daily routine a shrug and a quick pass; starting and ending the day in your sweats and shower shoes.

mind, those items do make a perfectly acceptable uniform for the day, but i’d call that a rained-out sunday – but if it’s a wednesday afternoon, i’d aver, that if you’re spending the day in your grubs you’re either a) self-employed b) of independent means, or c) are slightly depressed – in which case i suggest you phone your therapist up for a chat tout suite.

i fall comfortably within the confines of option a, with a healthy smattering of option c, but that doesn’t mean bathing and putting clothes on every morning isn’t a very integral part of my day – if those two simple acts of living aren’t happening, invariably, i’ll be found on the sofa, glasses slipping off my face, origami-ed into my robe, snoring softtly. it’s hard to start a day when you’re in the same things you ended the night before.

so, let’s put our pants on one leg at a time; (those pants can include an elastic waist), but put ’em on and let’s get to work.







➝ source : joan fitted cuff via stvdio brooklyn (and soon to be exclusively available in canada at bibelot & token!)

➝ source : salvia blouse from isabel marant étoile via far fetch

➝ source : cropped cross front trousers via yigal azrouël

➝ source : metallic slides via amélie pichard


“plunge boldly into the thick of life, and seize it where you will, it is always interesting.” // j.w. von goethe

i am a girl of means, if by means you understand that i’m talking about the purely physical – and though i am not one to possess a jayne-mansfield-sized-rack; that sort of embellishment resides in the space above my knees and below my back, (as in, baby’s got back), but i digress.

preferring to remain covered up has had nothing to do with me being a prude – it’s just my preference to make a statement with an accessory (read: 10) or my hair (big!), or my face (raccoon eyes), in lieu of showing off what my mama gave me. but i do say, if i did, i’d take that plunge with aplomb – with a deep-V down to there and skirt that flares. it’s almost demure in it’s suggestiveness…





➝ source : sequined tulle mini dress via marc jacobs

➝ source : melitta baumeister plunge neck dress via far fetch

➝ source : ter et bantine deep v pleated cotton top via matches

➝ source : v-neck dress with patch pockets via valentino

“style is much more interesting than fashion, really.” // m. jacobs

it’s been a seriously long while since i’ve felt some small flutter of envy, whilst inconspicuously scanning a girl’s style behind the dark divide of my hugest of sunglasses.

it’s always such a thrill when i see a girl (or boy!) who innately has that thing, that it thing that is so hard to put a finger on, but so easily plucked from a crowd. i’m never really sure what it is that catches my eye, maybe it’s that they unwittingly missed a button and their shirt is askew, or that their lip is a colour so bright, it immediately makes me want an ice cream cone, or it’s that they’re wearing nothing special at all, but they’re wearing it with such attitude, and a precise sort of certainty that makes their style uniquely theirs, and a little something to covet.

that’s not to say someone doesn’t see that in you – because chances are, if your head is held high and you can laugh with some conviction, someone probably already does.





➝ source : street style via the cut

➝ source : street style via, shockingly enough, street style

➝ source : london street style via the sartorialist

➝ source : gorgeous coat, via wear color

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