“happiness is an inside job.” // w.a. ward

and so it goes, that roughly twelve to fourteen months pass by and in a constant whirl of day and night, night and day, school runs, and inventory buys, that i find myself sitting here, on a grey, and about-to-be unspeakably snowy day, and the interwebs knits itself larger and larger, and down i go, into the furthest reaches of virtual bliss. and no, it’s not that, because, ew, but of course it finds things to show me, and the wants set in.

to my credit, i haven’t purchased a personal item beyond the very necessary for as long as i can remember. there have been no new clothes, no new shoes, barring the one pair i needed for a holiday party, because to be perfectly honest, i had only scuffed creepers and worn plimsolls to my name – and those wouldn’t quite cut it. and so, what is it that i naturally gravitate to, what is it that i find most compelling? of course, it’s that one thing i can hide all my other things in.

sometimes i wish i was a shoe-girl, but then i remember they’re not worth the grief. i like that i can hide a little happiness-to-spare found in the bag i throw across my shoulder, day in and day out.


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➝ source : rockstud crossbody via valentino

➝ source : saddle bag via coach

➝ source : pierre hardy ‘alpha’ crossbody bag via farfetch

➝ source : pod bag via marni

“i had a dream that I was awake and i woke up to find myself asleep.” // s. laurel

i’ve been having trouble sleeping.

i’m dead tired, but walking; i’m bone-weary, but still making a go of it. considering i have very little choice in the matter, because you know, “ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on,” but let’s be clear here, i’m not firing on all cylinders.

i think i’ve worn the same two outfits, (washed, mind), over the last ten days, because i’ve got enough gusto to get myself ready, but i don’t have the energy to muster any creativity when it comes to my wardrobe – if it fits, it’s warm enough, it doesn’t ride, hitch, or itch? perfect. i’m putting it on and wearing it until the sun goes down and i too, am able to wind down. and though i wouldn’t dare be seen in what i wear to bed, there’s nothing i’d rather roll into when i get out of it in the morning, than something that looks like i could wear to roll back into bed at the end of my sleep-deprived day.

malene birger






peter jensen


➝ source : darliano jumpsuit via by malene birger

➝ source : striped shirt-dress via i’m isola marras

➝ source : printed kimono coat via stine goya

➝ source : peter jensen diana dress via farfetch

“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.

delpozo fw 16/17 // video via vogue’s livestream channel


February 11, 2016

“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.

sonia rykiel




➝ source : crystal lip pin via sonia ryiel

➝ source : vivetta ruffled shirt dress via farfetch

➝ source : mini lia crossbody bag via alexander wang

➝ source : laurence dacade sandals via shoescribe

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