A Drinking Song

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the class to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

Poem by William Butler Yeats - Photo from Vogue Deutsch October 2009

St. Patrick’s day was spent around no Irishmen, wearing absolutely no green, and need I say it? There was no green beer. Instead, I spent it roasting out in the sun with Valentina, Chilean extraordinaire.

It was the best day for beach napping:

I had SPF 25, which is apparently just enough to ensure minimum burning.

I had summer’s essential! Floppy straw hat to look fab & protect face from sun.

Temperature was around 76F with no humidity. You can’t ask for better weather.

If you can guess what was in those cups, you win a coffee date.

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RIP Galliano’s Dior.

Source: vogue.com

All Good Things Come to an End



It’s said that you shouldn’t love anything too much, because one day it may very well go before you. Oliver meant the world (wide web) to me. We spent countless nights together, huddled in my dark room with a cup of tea. If there was ever a time I was bored he would provide me with countless hours of entertainment. That will be no more because Oliver is no longer with us, he has bid adieu. His hardware stopped functioning Saturday night at approximately 1900 hours. He was my connection to the internet, my PC. I know it was me that drove him to his end, he couldn’t handle the way I used him daily. Photoshop, Lightroom, iTunes, it added up and it was too much.

With him Oliver took the hundreds of fashion editorials and runway photos, as well as internet memes I had collected over the years. All of my trashy Bulgarian chalga that I relished with guilty pleasure is gone. 

If his processes enabled him to feel, I would have called his gesture selfish. I thought he wanted me to bring him to his full potential, but I thought wrong.

RIP Oliver the Asus Eee PC. sadface.

This could be called a rough week, things are just not going my way. I’ve heard the beauty of poetry helps heal emotional wounds, so I decided to write some. My current preferred style is the haiku, and I would like to share some of them with you:


My computer crashed,
Mom lent me another one;
Viruses haunt it.


I love my friends but
They can be capital Bees.
Sensitive, whatever.


Microbio class:
Bacteria everywhere.
Don’t you dare touch that.


John Galliano,
So sad you’re leaving Dior,
But that was not nice.


In all seriousness, I am disappointed in Galliano’s behavior, if only because I hate to have him leave Dior (well, maybe some of the things he said too). He was bizarre, but he was brilliant. Above are shots from his Spring 2011 designs, which I thought were beautiful; color can be refreshing.

Fairytale Blue



If you haven’t figured it out yet aside from the occasional buckles, studs and leather, I am really in to things that are simple and classic.  Maybe if you were to go into my bedroom it would say otherwise (my walls are a color called fairytale blue… think about it). But considering the size of my room (small) and the amount of things I have in it (a lot), it’s not too bad.

So it’s no surprise that I am in love with a few of Jason Wu’s Pre-Fall designs for 2011. Ahh! Beautiful and feminine. A slight contrast to my fairytale blue.

And although I have seen the same wall design in so many other shoots, I can still admire the delicate details. What period did they become popular anyway? I see them portrayed a lot in movies around the period of Louis XV and on, but it could have been before. I am not even going to try to be a wall decor expert, I’ll admire for now.

Paris je t’aime

In anticipation of Boardwalk Empire tonight (that show is really good!), a warm-up of a little bit of flapper glamor!



Vogue US September 2007 including models Coco Rocha, Agyness Deyn, Sasha Pivovarova, Guinevere van Seenus, Caroline Trentini, and Gemma Ward.

Of all the Vogues, I want Vogue Paris the most. If I could read French, I would be able to justify the $15.95. Although, to be very honest, I don’t reaaallly buy it for the articles…

I am especially tempted to buy the September issue, Marion’s eyes are entirely too captivating!

1 of Favorites

Here I am
leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome
burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,
my silent night, just mash your lips against me.
We are all going forward. None of us are going back.


        


Source: Poem: Richard Siken; Photo: Vogue Italia