collections that are raw as fuck ➝ elie saab f/w 2014-15
fuck fuck fuck fuck
Love’s Shadow (detail) vs Proud Maisie (detail) by Frederick Sandys (1829-1904)
oil on panel, 1867 and pencil and crayon on paper, 1868
a disney movie where the princess meets her prince online
I saw a girl today walking around with a lipstick kiss on her cheek. I couldn’t tell if she got smooched and didn’t realize it had left a mark, or if she was wearing it on purpose, like an accessory.
Either way, I think it should be a new look for 2014.
Okay let me explain you a thing about little inner-city apartments, about little slices of domesticity hewn out of old brick and DIY plaster, filled with rag-tag people that you have assembled as a family unit, with indie music on low and laughter and dwindling bottles of wine. Where the cat is always asleep atop your computer and your best dress and stockings are tossed on the couch and your faulty window opens to a planted box full of herbs and the steamy buzz of the city below. Where take out from your favorite deli awaits you in the fridge and work is only a bus-ride away and the city comes right up the meet you at night, swilling in with the night wind and tugging at your hair and sweater until you venture out into it. There’s something truly magical about a tiny well-kept apartment filled with treasured people, something more exquisite than anything in the world, I think.