bleached-out bewitchery/gauzy long layers, accents of turquoise and gold - Abbey Lee exits Fendi show/Milan Fashion Week F/W 2011

 

You caught me off-guard. I never saw it coming. Something just crept up on me. And I realized I was no longer alone. - Abbey Lee, Chloe Sevigny, Elyse Taylor, Elisa Sednaoui, Anja Rubik, Irina Lazareanu

Sometimes she felt like she was blood running through the city's veins, its pipelines, its choppy vertical and horizontal and hidden diagonal intersecting streets. She felt, too, like the city was her lifeline. It is what kept her own blood pumping. It was ingrained in her skull and the wiring of her brain, in her limbs' bones.

Rock 'n' roll hippie hands - 

Pamela Love on Elle.com

Suddenly, I yearn for pretty, feminine, soft, and gentle. A nubile charm, a girlish curve. Cleavage or a ruffle row or pure white lace.

alice dellal will eat you alive.

On nights when she could feel her hip bones jutting out just enough on her sides in bed; when she would stare down at her legs and see little knees so knobby they had almost become their own entity, she was lonelier than ever. The more exposed you are, the closer you are to your actual insides being exposed, out there, the more isolated you become.

here, there, and everywhere

inspiration boards - unknown/erdem/charlotte ronson/mark fast/meadham kirchoff

the february blues call for the cure of splashes and flashes of bold color. I'm craving candy-bright lips and coordinated accessories, neon lingerie popping out beneath neutral overlayers, cheeky tap pants and decadent dresses. anything that reminds me of pastries and food coloring.

at the moment...