“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.

“disobedience is the true foundation of liberty.” // h.d. thoreau

i do not have an issue with authority. i promise, even after you read this, i can assure you that i am a law-abiding, rule-obeying, fine citizen and good samaritan.

however, i do tend to flinch when i’m given input, sans solicitation, on what i should do.

to me, being told what to do without some provocation, is the equivalent of being told that i what i do, is plumb wrong. and i know that that’s a rather large leap to make for a girl who wears such clunky shoes, but bear with me, i’ve always lived with a pinch of hyperbole attached to my idiosyncrasies.

to that end, on this very day, this post-labour-day-let-down – i say, when it comes to putting one leg (and then the other), into a a pair of pants – let them be whatever colour you so desire. let them be pristine white, ivory, bone or alabaster. may they be day-glo, turquoise, liberty print, or as dull as mud. i may not heed my own advice on the wearing of white, but trust that i’ll have no issue donning black and blue or others throwing on pink and red. when it comes to wearing what you want, don’t listen to any rules – you do whatever you please. you won’t get any grief, i promise.






➝ source : kent shoulder bag via proenza schouler

➝ source : cherokee coat via humanoid

➝ source : drop earrings (circa 2012) via dries van noten

➝ source : msgm star t-shirt dress via farfetch

“we forge the chains we wear in life.” // c. dickens

i have treated my neck and my wrists with the sort of care and thought some would see fit to dedicate to their doctoral thesis.

the reasoning behind such intense deliberation is that – though i am an ardent admirer of most things silver and brass, (you’d think i’d opt for platinum and gold, but alas…), it’s a double-edged sword of necessity backed with want. i need to have chains around my neck, and solid bangles of something or other around my wrists.

the necklaces are to ward off unknown and unseen evils; the other, the solid bangles around my wrists are for protection against inherent harm, (from what?), à la wonder woman. she was all about the talisman, wasn’t she? lassos, headbands, armbands, full-on breastplates of armor. so what does it mean now that i’m putting chains around my wrists and forgoing the solid rounds of wristbands?

is my armor weakening; or better yet, have i become all powerful?



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➝ source : eye bracelet via kenzo

➝ source : double strand bracelet via venna

➝ source : black hole sun bracelet via iosselliani

➝ source : mono-bracelet in rose gold via maria black

“when you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on.” // f.d. roosevelt

the end of the school year is the bell that for me, has always signaled change.

i’m eons gone from any sort of school being out for summer, so other than living vicariously through them alongside the moppet, my summer is just like any other time of year; apart of course, from the inescapable feeling of time passing as quickly as light.

it’s in summer that my back feels tight in the mornings, when my mind circles like a hamster on a wheel, and when i’m most prone to twisting my stomach into knots. it’s true the heat makes me a mite crabby, but it couldn’t possibly be the reason why cinnamon pretzels seem to be calling my name, or why a knot tied somewhere on my person appeals to me so much lately, now could it?





➝ source : striped knot shirt-dress vial thakoon

➝ source : pleated knot blouse via marni

➝ source : erika cavallini semi-couture wide leg knot trousers via farfetch

➝ source : side knot dress via carven

“some people seemed to get all sunshine, and some all shadow…” // l. m. alcott

if there’s an opposite to the sunny side of the street, that’s where you’ll inevitably find me and then there’ll be my dog, barking at me to come back.

i prefer to take cover when the weather becomes too bright. if not only due to my predominantly black clothes, add in my excessive dislike of feeling overly warm, (i have a way with words) and well – find me a big tree and a patch of shade, and that’s where i’ll be, late may to middle of september.

i’ve never warmed to the idea of summer, i never took to tanning, my skin having been saved from a surfeit of ultraviolet since i was 15; not because i was so worried about damage, but because i never wanted to sizzle like a piece of bacon. now of course, i see its merit – crows feet and frown lines will all be on me, and not any fault of the sun.

however, if there was one reason to side with the solar, let it be because i could never resist a pair of sunglasses; the biggest the bestest, naturally. if not for the health benefits, then for maximum impact.

if it’s not my hair you see first, it’ll be my sunnies for sure.




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➝ source : orchidea sunglasses via fendi

➝ source : octagon sunglasses via linda farrow

➝ source : flat cat-eyes via stella mccartney

➝ source : acetate sunnies in white via marni

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