Happy Cinco de Mayo.


Spring humps

April 2, 2009

baby 'bits
The beautiful weather has revitalized me, inspired me to wear colour and prints, spend less time on the computer, eat better. Spring is like a New Year.

Spring love

March 2, 2009


Perhaps it’s just me, but it seems as though wedges are a hard sell with boys. Not that it really matters but I found it curious that a pair of wedge oxfords I got from H&M made my closest male counterparts cringe and label ‘disgusting’ while girlfriends were all ‘loves it.’ The negative sentiment was transmitted from an instinctual place for most, but only one was able to elaborate beyond pure emotional response and told me they made feet look not human, like hoofs or clunky robot feet. I think hoofs and robots are interesting.

(I returned the H&M wedges; not because of dissenting opinion but because they were horribly uncomfortable).

New spring love from Minimarket c/o Tres Bien Shop.

Go forth and prosper!

February 25, 2009

Aforementioned Westwood boot auction here.

And a Marc by Marc Jacobs Totally Turnlock Teri here.  I love the design of the bag, but I think I was seduced by Parker Posey’s character carrying it around in the film ‘Broken English’ and that it for a time was one of my movies-on-repeat-while-working temporarily made me convinced that this was my ‘it’ bag.  Mostly it could be because I think Melvil Poupaud is beautiful and in some remote corner of my mind I thought this bag would bring me closer to his character.  So lame of me, so to the bag I must say, ‘Au revoir’.  Besides, I’m more of a one bag woman and my LifewithBird bag is treating me so well, I really don’t need any side action.

I just hope they find loving new homes; feet and shoulders to take them places.

Time suckage

February 25, 2009

I was just about to get down to some heavy work when my friend sent me this.  I am now gravely worried about my productivity level for this evening.  She said it is something fun to do while you are working, as “punctuation points,” which I rather liked.


February 24, 2009

I read a great post by Garance today, and it fell in line with a dilemma I had in mind last night:  do I let go of my Westwood pirate boots -which lead to greater questions of personal style and identity.  Sometimes I wonder if I dress the way I do purely for myself, what am I trying to convey with what I wear, if I am trying to communicate something about who I am at all.  I put them up on the auction block on Sunday night, but come Monday I had pangs of regret; so much that I took photos of myself wearing them and consulted with a dear friend.  We discussed back and forth and I lamented that while they are still such badass boots, they do not sing to me in the way they did as an image, as something to covet.  The thrill of the hunt was much greater than the kill, as is the case with so many other things.  He is wise and so I asked him if they were really me, we both knew the answer:  I’m not badass in that Vivienne Westwood kind of way.  I don’t want to just pull things off, I want to own them.  Thus farewell to the pirate ship, as my style is much more akin to the woman above.  I immediately identify with her way of dress, everything she wears sings to me and is referenced in my own clothing repertoire.  She looks damn good because she looks herself, and I came to the conclusion that if I truly love something it will be timeless in its own way.

PS the auction ends Sunday night.  Size 37, UK 4 black Vivi boots.  Adieu sweet badass boots, I admire you but ultimately we are very different.

(Photo from Facehunter)


February 17, 2009

Picture 14
I thought I would forego New Years resolutions this year, but since some time has passed and I’ve really had time to consider what is actually manageable, I resolve to watch less garbage television.  This mostly includes losing some precious hours of my life to vapid shows like The Hills and its evil twin The City.  I blame a few people for introducing me to this affliction however I have no one else to blame but myself for recognizing the Sessun campaign model as Whitney’s boyfriend’s roommate’s girlfriend whose boyfriend kissed another girl while she was away on a modelling job in Italy. I need to punch myself for knowing such trivial meaninglessness, but mostly this sort of TV serves as background noise while hunched over working.

Nevertheless, some Sessun pieces are quite adorable.