where have you been all my life.

i start and leave things on a whim (poor blog). in the same way that i shop, i suppose. was lucky enough to sweep through the topshop grand opening in soho, and purchase an armful of dresses and jumpsuits, only to later exchange them for these beauties.

that is, these beauties.

a pop of green with a slight hint of hot pink. platform and sturdy heels, i'm in love.

having an office two blocks from topshop is going to be absolute torture. now when are they going to restock that perfect boyfriend blazer...

these boots were made for walkin.

double discounted cause i'm good like that. FINALLY hemmed a long-awaited pair of jeans to comfortably fit in these beauties, then walked to midtown and back to break them in.

i think we'll be good friends.

let's talk business

source: cobrasnake

i don't smoke, but...

i secretly love the smell of cigarettes.


funny thing, as a child growing up in france, le 'smoking' to me was the tailored beauty that yves saint laurent had perfected. when we moved to america, i would see these signs everywhere: "no smoking". for years, i wondered why america did not allow suits in those places.


source: garance

it's all about the little triumphs, you know.

like sewing buttons so i could finally wear this dress again. you might recognize the piece from the erin fetherston x target collection, and i adored it so, but the default buttons were sewn haphazardly, and of course fell off in a few weeks' time.


then yesterday, i found these buttons inside the rusty drawers of the corner fabric shop; sewed them on and realized they looked like gold studs from afar. aha ! added bonus.


it's fascinating how a small project could bring such a smile to my face. it's good to have the sewing machine back; i really should spend more time with it.


there's something therapeutic about the process of creating, no ?

the brutal chill of winter is here

and i feel like disappearing, into a late spring afternoon at the cusp of summer. but then i remember the chestnuts and the caramel apple cider and the late night conversations by the fire and how my family's having its first christmas in new york like we'd always dreamt, and suddenly i don't ever want to be anywhere but here, and now.

source: design for mankind

each time i wear black.

céline: each time i wear black, or like, lose my temper, or say anything about anything, you know, they always go, "oh it's so french. it's so cute." ugh, i hate that.

BEFORE SUNRISE (1995)

i don't really hate it, i only find it amusing. heh.