confusion.

March 15, 2016

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“confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not understood.” // h. miller

it was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was cold, then not, humid, then not; heating is being forced on high, and i’m feeling like i’ve been wrapped in cling film and forced to sit in a car wash.

to make it plain – i have no idea what i’m meant to wear. too cold yet for spring, too warm already for winter wools, i’m making a case for layers, a million millefeuilles that i’m able to peel off and put back on whenever the need strikes.

march you’ve become confused, a temperamental little bitch and you’ve begun to drive me up my very own sweaty walls.

Bassike

➝ source : shroud jacket via rick owens

➝ source : comme des garçons waterfall jacket via farfetch

➝ source : reversible padded jacket via herno

➝ source : hooded trench coat via bassike

asleep.

February 23, 2016

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“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.

imisolamarras

stiengoya

➝ 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

peak.

February 11, 2016

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“we live not according to reason, but according to fashion.” // seneca

ladies and gentlemen, we have reached peak fashion.

there doesn’t seem to be any month, any week, or any day now that does not include a new collection, by any and all designers, for any and all use, for any and all times of the year. there is fashion every day, in every way.

the output of new has reached an almost comical, and yet wholly staggering, level. who can process this much? how does the design process actually work? how are there enough of hours in a day, days in a week, weeks in a month, that could allow for this much output? can the demand actually necessitate such a supply?

there aren’t enough hours in a day, days in a week, weeks in a month, and months in a year to ever get close enough to process it all.

then i sigh, reign my astonishment in, and wait for next week’s collections to arrive.

all images via vogue

rebecca taylor // red valentino // sonia by sonia rykiel // warm

milliongreyareas.

February 9, 2016

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“life isn’t black and white. it’s a million gray areas, don’t you find?” // r. scott

i’m not comfortable inhabiting within the grey.

nothing is as clear or cleanly cut as glass, that much i know; but finding myself in a bit of a nebulous muddle does nothing but make the need for precise lines of black and white quite very mandatory.

if there’s not much to hang on to for a bit of stability; whether a handrail or hand-holding; if the room starts to spin as the part of you that’s a control freak, loses all control and becomes solely freak – it’s best not to blur the lines any further and keep things as straightforward as possible.

black and white. monochrome only. stripes or solids – nothing more, nothing less, nothing else. any more than that, and you’ll be begging for a hand out of the murky grey.

simone rocha

ann demeulemeester

➝ source : vintage chanel round crossbody bag via farfetch

➝ source : cut-out polka dot knit via simone rocha

➝ source : bengal stripe jeans via rag + bone

➝ source : buckled wedge sandals via ann demeulemeester

redribbon.

February 4, 2016

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“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.