Everything about this dress is genius and yet slightly unconventional... the color, the length, the bow, the ties on the side, everything. Add a pair of fishnets and black pumps, and I'm out the door.
23 November 2009
This is most definitely the daughter of Jane and Serge. The shots of Charlotte doing her makeup, sitting at the bar, and dipping her feet in the pool are so effortlessly glamorous in an otherwise bizarro video. Runs in the family, I suppose. I can't say that I was a fan of her last album, but this song will be on repeat around here for a while... partly because it's a catchy song, partly because Charlotte is so beautiful, and partly because Beck owns my soul.
Charlotte's album IRM is set to release on January 26th.
at 1:47 AM
22 November 2009
"If they take my manifesto, go to a vintage store somewhere and are inspired to make their own outfit, I think that's great. Then we've helped them dream a new idea of themselves. Isn't that the point?" - Stefano Pilati
My goal for this blog is not to have you covet everything that you see and become dissatisfied with your own wardrobe (even though I myself fall into this trap more frequently than I'd like to admit) but to inspire you to be creative and push the boundaries and dress the way that you want to dress. Like fiction or music or nearly any other form of art, fashion allows you to "dream a new idea of yourself", and I wish that more people would take advantage of that.
at 3:10 PM
16 November 2009
It's hard to tell who's behind those mangy locks, but if I had to venture a guess, I'd say Alison Mosshart. And while I've recently come to realize that she's probably a super conceited bad word in real life, I still can't help but find her incredibly, incredibly hot.
This picture pretty much epitomizes my current state of existence. I've been living in my poncho, reading a whole lot more than usual, and I just got my own mangy locks trimmed for the first time in over three months. However, if someone were to take a picture of me in my continuously disheveled state, it most definitely would not turn out this good.
So... here's to you, Alison. Come back to Nashville so I can drool over you in person.
at 12:18 AM
Actually, "pink" does not do this color justice at all. What would you call it? Salmon? Tea rose? Carnation? I don't know what to call it, but I like it. I've said it before, and I'll say it again; the colors used in that Dries Van Noten collection will haunt me until the day I die.
at 12:00 AM
14 November 2009
10 November 2009
Change makes me want to run away, forget everything, and start over with a clean slate, which I have effectively done twice thus far in my life. And both times it was fantastic.
I was only in London for one month this summer, and that was three whole months ago, but I'm still having trouble adjusting to living in a city I find so wholly uninspiring. I didn't always find Nashville uninspiring. I used to dream about living here back when I was in Texas. I was really into the whole music scene, which was something that my hometown most lacked. Not to say that I've fallen out of love with music. I've just fallen out of love with the music scene.
So I'll eventually move somewhere else, and then I'll fall out of love with that place, too, and I'll move again, and maybe someday I'll live happily ever after. The end, I guess.
at 9:34 PM
08 November 2009
My Dear Lucy,
I wrote this story for you, but when I began it I had not realized that girls grow quicker than books. As a result you are already too old for fairy tales, and by the time it is printed and bound you will be older still. But someday you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. You can then take it down from some upper shelf, dust it, and tell me what you think of it. I shall probably be too deaf to hear, and too old to understand a word you say, but I shall still be
your affectionate Godfather,
C. S. Lewis
at 11:10 PM