Quick write

Last day of the year, last day before
Something big.
Wake up
brush your hair
make piles and
Shift papers.
Cross your fingers for
Change. Or maybe, for things to
Remain. Make resolutions of empty
Hopefulness and
fill it with your love.
squint your eyes tight and think:
this will be the one -
A year of love and happiness
Content living and extravagant fun.
A year filled with passion and no,
Not one that flies by.
Cheers to the New Year!
We all have our reservations.
Draw that line thick on your eyes
And call it a perfect day


Happy New Year!
Can't help but be melancholy!
But I'm happy to have an entire new year waiting.

Off to NYC I go to spend way too much imaginary money that I'll have to work to make back.

Credit Lina Scheynius

is anyone out there?

if you're reading this drop a comment! not that it'll stop my excessive rampage of postings, but it'd be nice still.

who was it that said all we want in life is to be loved?


all the colors mix together to grey

and it breaks her heart.

god, dave matthews band, that's a throwback. (the song is Grey Street by Dave Matthews Band) you know, i've been to FIFTEEN dave matthews concerts? and i haven't gone to any in the last two years of my life. so that's 20 minus 2 = 18 equals almost one concert per year since I was born.

that's devotion.

how i felt (and still feel about them somewhat) is how i feel about these looks:

hate grey winter days, but love wearing grey in the winter.

PS is it grEy, or grAy?

credit la garconne lookbook, jak & jill, unknown

this is divine

credit garance doré

9 to 5 the right way

must have these clothes, then find perfect job to where them to. hopefully not 9 to 5. i don't think i could maintain my personality and wit under those conditions. how do they do it?

love Lover the Label

it was her mystery

credit the glorious garance doré

winter white

What's labor day anyway? Now that's how to do winter white.

What are your opinions?

I especially love the gray knit gloves. :)

That beach that freedom we'll never know it again

Lose our clothes in summer time,
Lose ourselves to lose our
Minds... in the summer heat,
I might (Sufjan Stevens, Holland)

The photography of Candace Meyer makes me nostalgic for a time and place unknown.


The Dodos, Walking
off their album, Visiter.
This song is good too.


you are Here

Do you ever get the feeling you're not meant to be where you are?
It's a pretty unsettling feeling I think, feeling wrongly, or unjustly settled.
Because it's not that i don't feel settled, I do feel settled... comfortable - I know my routine. I love the people I surround myself with. And that's nice. But most of the time, especially after I've gotten comfortable with a certain way of doing things, with a set of things I've been surrounding myself with, I have this odd feeling that I need to do something drastic soon if I want to make myself truly happy. And that... well, that is scary, no? Especially since I've just come back from an entire 4 months in South America. I went there thinking it would open my eyes to where I want to be. But it just didn't. I learned and lived differently and I met beautiful people and saw incredible things. But here I am, 4 months later, wondering the same things as before.

I try to narrow it down:

For one, I need to move somewhere with mild winters. Bare legs in the cool winter sunlight??

Haha, kidding. But aren't these pictures lovely? Cold weather-bearers, don't they break your heart?

BUT back to the issue. The weather is fine. Suburbia is cloistered. My car can take me places but I'm still tied to everyone. It's not that I want to caste off my loved ones and go off somewhere on a journey. Well, maybe I'd love to go off somewhere on a journey. (Didn't I just come back from one of them?)

This is the clincher .. since when did having people you love become a burden to enjoying life, or at least going after what might make you enjoy it more, live it to the extreme, pursue something extraordinary? What a horrible thing, right? It's like this: I want to go somewhere and be surrounded by electric people. I want to be in a place that buzzes with inspiration and newness and life and, well, I haven't gotten there yet. I love the parks, I love my summer afternoons spent lazing in backyards. I love my slow mornings and I love ending nights-out on couches giggling with friends. But it's like I have this itching sensation that I can do more,
just not here,
not yet.

What am I looking for?

What are you looking for?

I'm accepting requests/suggestions.

credits knight cat, the vintage society, amlul, theskullset

curioser and curioser

this is inspiring to me.
what i'd want to look like in the fairytale version of my life... plus a little more eyeliner.

Au Revoir Simone as photographed by Inma Varandela and Flora Hanitijo

for every life, seek the light


happy monday
wish things were this green on the east coast!

credit flora hanitijo

pleats puffs and patterns

I love this: "Classic shapes with a bit of a savage sexual feel to them," as described by Liela Moss of the band, The Duke Spirit

doesn't she kinda look like our other favorite Moss, up there on the right at the All Points West fest in New Jersey?

credit refinery 29 style & people section

Holy Dress Captain

Is this not the most beautiful color combo/styling you have ever seen? Click on it and look at it a big bigger. Jaw-droppingly eclectic and perfect, compliments of the luxury shop that teases and trounces on dreams, Luisaviaroma. Check it out if your soul can handle the beauty!

Go join the Youth and Beauty Brigade, nothing will stand in our way

check out this posse.

credit jak & jill blog

you may be cheap but you aint a ho

Stella McCartney, Bebe, Aldo (on sale in this color)

This is Beauty

"What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain 'til you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies."

Jack Kerouac, On The Road

Making myself

The wine had gone. She had drunk her fill. The light that before danced in the streets now sat quietly on the windowsill. She buttons her coat: one, two, three, four. Missed one – Five. It’s cold as hell out and she doesn’t want the wind to make her departure even more painful.

Maybe I am getting old. Like he said inside. When you get old, the cold becomes more brutal to bear.

But it’s cold enough to see your breath, and there’s a stillness in your chest. No words through the check, the cab, the cabaret. It’s much too cold to talk of cooler things yet. Wait until another bottle is gone in the warm light of the apartment, the radiator mediating the icy silence of leaving things behind and giving up on new plans. A hum to distract and delay a life rushing and rapping and waiting outside, on the doorstep.

photo credit the wonderful Lina Scheynius

Art for $20

Just ordered this for my apartment.

This website is pretty cool -- 20x200: A Jen Beckman Project
"As we see it, there are a lot of people out there who want to sell their art and a lot of people who'd like to buy it. They just have a hard time finding each other. The internet is the perfect place to bring those people together, and we're exactly the right people to make it happen."

Downright inspiring. And rather pragmatic too.

Sometimes music sounds like a season

This man kills me, in the best of ways.
Devastatingly beautiful, understated, moody.
Do yourself a favor and devote the time to listen to these songs and stop doing everything else. Some music just begs for focus, or at least an attentive ear. CRANK UP THE VOLUME! and i promise, they grow on you. More and more and more each time you listen.

Artist: Bon Iver
Album: For Emma, Forever Ago

credit music.for-robots.com

Black Rimmed Eyes

I wear lots of eyeliner.
I like it, it's a habit, its a trademark. Last night, a guy friend of mine said, lovingly, "You're looking dark and deranged." And it's the eyeliner, I'm sure. And without doubt, it's often messy on pillowcases and troublesome during tearey-eyed movies. But I think it fits me.

And then,
I see photos of girls looking so lovely and fresh faced.
What's a girl to do?

Pile it on, homegirls. If that's what makes you happy :)

My favorites: MAC Pearlglide and Powerpoint. Ze best of ze best.

Credit garance doré, dirtydirtydancing, amlul


oh the glory when you ran outside,
with your shirt tucked in and your shoes

Sufjan Stevens - Casimir Pulaski Day

Morning Starshine

Hello fair readers
Sorry for the lacking formal welcome.
The About Me section about sums it up, at least as this blog is concerned. Expect lots of pictures and photos and music and musings and ramblings and randomness, all hopefully tied together in a nice little neat bow of inspiration and loveliness.
SO from me, I hope we become something more. I am a creative writing major, so a little warning, some posts may be free writes and thus a bit, hm... um, wonky. please comment if you're dropping by! or don't, whateva.

credit artwork by benjamin bergmann