at the moment...

She had taken to wearing black. Not black in the cliche wannabe chic way but a head-to-toe monochrome donning that possessed the spirit of mourning. Like a young nun, newly wed to Jesus and still in the honeymoon phase, still rosy-cheeked and farm-fresh, she moved with hints of pride. The air of unfounded supremacy that could only be born during youth. Her hair peaked out in piecey tendrils from a floppy black hood.

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Say yes now: -Goat hair jackets -Military-green parkas -Skin-tight chenille -Cold-weather crop-tops -Feathers in hair -Chunky stainless-steel watches -Opera gloves -Sorceress jewelery -Anything corseted -Chanel nail polish in Riva -White socks and ankle boots -Red pants -Wolford Twenties fishnet tights -Dashes of macrame -Liv Tyler in "Empire Records" -Peasant-puffed sleeves -Cleopatra eye makeup -Gratuitous flair

Kate Moss by Mert & Marcus for LOVE, Spring/Summer 2011

"If she mentioned it at all, she added, it was because she was drunk. She wished to be taken home or preferably to some cool quiet place with a clean bed and room service...She was an extravagantly slender girl. Her ribs showed. The conspicuous knobs of her hipbones framed a hollowed abdomen, so flat as to belie the notion of 'belly.' Her exquisite bone structure immediately slipped into a novel - became in fact the secret structure of that novel, besides supporting a number of poems." -Vladimir Nabokov, The Original of Laura

Transitions of the seasons: 
wishful thinking of bits of bare thigh/mix sporty and straight, nubby and sleek. 

Front-row and street style/Isabeli Fontana by Alastair McClellan, Self-Service, Fall/Winter 2007

Countryside and homebody/Low-key and low-production. 

Kate Moss by Juergen Teller.

Make things beautiful. Make them look interesting. Make them feel new. Make others aspirational. Make myself more.

Starting over. 

6 months passed after experiencing image-overload, computer-burnout, and general jadedness. 1 month into a(nother) new year it is time for regeneration, self-possession, and the aim for creative flow.

If I could mix the elements just so to achieve an unsettling symbiosis. If I could strike the delicate balance between clean and dirty, jagged and smooth, pretty and scary, right and wrong, then I would really have something. Like anything of interest, it's elusive, it's fleeting.

Not exactly one of the boys/skate park glitz - Keke Lindgard by Knoepful & Indlekofer for "Airwalk," Vogue Germany, July 2010

"'Oh, God, oh, Jesus God, why must they be either brutes or choirboys? Stewardess,' she says, grabbing the girl's arm as she passes in the aisle, 'I don't want a drink, I've had enough. I only want to ask a question of you. Don't be frightened. Why are they either brutes or choirboys, do you know?' 'Who, madam?' 'Don't you find that in your travels from one continent to the other? They're even afraid, you know, of a sweet little thing like you. That's why you have to go around grinning like that. Just look the bastards right in the eye and they're either at your knees or at your throat.'" -Philip Roth, The Professor of Desire