Proper snow now.
It’s all white out.
All pretty and delicate.
happy though.
Bemused?
What does it matter.
This validates my current state of constant hibernation.

I like the idea of wearing a glamourous coat with comfortable shoes: evening dresses with flats. I like it when
there are two messages in one silhouette. I like it when it’s not first-degree sexy: when it’s not first-degree severe.
I like it when everything is mixed.
-Guillaume Henry, Creative Director of Carven

I’ve been swinging back and forth.
somewhere between a Mod and an angry librarian.
This leopard coat is my security blanket
and sadly I will have to retire it soon.

Leopard Jacket: Zara
Denim Shirt: Topman
Stripe Sweater, Peg Pants and Creepers: Topshop

The Carven pre-fall 2012 collection is everything that I have ever wanted to express through material means,
it’s a shame that I can’t seem to physically manifest it.

I’ve been wary of Balenciaga for a little while now.
Not sure why really. I have been finding it rather difficult to turn my emotions and thoughts in to words lately.

But this Spring/Summer 2012 campaign shot by Steven Meisel is fucking nice.
Yeah. Really fucking nice.

You’re the only girl I’ve seen for a very long time that actually did look like something blooming.

- F. Scott Fitzgerald

I’m greeted by the cat. She’s huddled close.
She feels it too. The icy wind.
Left my window open last night. Silly move.
Feels like -22 my phone reads.
Shit. It’s winter.

The sinus headache creeps up and settles nicely.
My skin bone dry. Ashy.
And yet. No. I won’t let it bother me.
I dig out my favourite sweater.
This grey sweater.
Pink fuzzy socks my Mama left me.
A piping hot cup of coffee.
And the gentle purr of a kitten that loves me.
I need nothing more.

Well, I suppose the Sudafed helps too.

Two of my best girls and I working the camera for Sway magazine’s December Issue.
We chatted about our favourite places to shop, fidgeted with our out of control curls
and prayed we didn’t look like fools.
I was so proud of the photo I ran to show Mama who happened to be visiting this week.
She was pleased! Which means I may have finally done something right.
But I really do need to lay that poor sweater to rest. My lord it’s practically disintegrating off of my body.

To read  more of our ramblings click here.

Titled The Quality of Life, it features collection of some of his favourite photos between January 2010  and January 2011,
where the NYC native spent his first year living in London, England.

I love everything about his website, so I will certainly put my order in.
And so should YOU!

…for lemon vitamin water and a bag of Cadbury’s mini eggs.
And by nude I mean smeared in Revlon’s “Nude Attitude” lipstick
and posing like a putz (along side other super babes and one really awesome man)
for my darlings Sarah Nicole Prickett & Sarah Blais
in a photo story piece x The Toronto Standard.

The general take?
Fashion’s use of the term “nude” is often stupid.
And for a reoccurring trend it seems to never be appropriated properly.Ever.
BAH!

Loving Lately…

the latest issue of The Gentlewoman.
This may make me sound like an idiot, or perhaps that I’ve been living under an illiterate rock for the past few years
but I hadn’t hear of Jennifer Egan before now. The piece on her is quite perfect, I need to get my hands on a copy of  A Visit from the Goon Squad. 

I’ve had The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis on my night stand for about a week or so now.
Finally cracked the binding this morning.
I’ve missed reading. PROPER reading.
Mostly because I’ve been tripping down nostalgic lanes,
listening to music on youtube,
that drudge up feelings I thought I had lost.

portishead.massive attack.morcheeba.air.garbage.beck.bush.hole

you get the picture.

There is something so ludicrously beautiful about this image.
‘A Map of the Open Country of a Woman’s Heart’ by D.W. Kellogg
where he exhibits its “…internal communications, and the facilities and dangers to Travellers therein.”
It seems to boast that women are all rather silly, untrustworthy and rather foolish at heart. Which I find hilarious.
I had no idea being coquettish was dangerous. Couldn’t a girl have any fun in the early 19th century?

And a massive thank you goes out to Noemie of As Ink Remains
for bringing these most amazeballs kitty postcards in to my life. OBSESSED.

It’s just the f*-king best.