Fashion Flashback

If one were to ask me what my favorite collection of prints and patterns were in this decade of fashion thus far, hands-down it would be Rodarte's SS2011 collection.

A belated Murray XXX-mas to all

BEGIN

Virginia Woolf, my fucking hero and probably one of the most intelligent and self-aware women that I am aware of; her shit is my choice of shit to mark the beginning of this soul-searching era of my life. That, and 2 X (extended jam out) on repeat by aids-3d... Hopefully I can stop by Berlin and get a taste of their music live if I ever end up making it out of the country this winter.

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STARTING NOW

Taking a year off of school to learn a little more about life. My plans on how to do so include: taking a trip over to Europe (or somewhere? maybe even Montana?) --- don't know when I'll come back, read a shit ton, listen to a disgustingly massive amount of music, and lastly, I intended on drinking a lot with the mentality that an intoxicated me is possibly a better me.

Coat and Purse: Zara, Silk Blouse: Calypso, Shorts: thrifted, Shoes: Rachel Comey

Flashback from the streets of Paris. Missing that city a ridiculous amount today. 

KISSES FOR THE WORLD

t-shirt, sweater, and mink fur collar: all vintage, suede booties: matisse, 

tights: anthropologie

kisses from the girl with the fur collar

I'm a bullshit excuse of a blogger

I should begin this post by saying: I am not dead, nor am I a fickle and undedicated person. However, I can't say that I have any better of an excuse as to why I haven't written on either of my blogs in, say... three months? Mildly embarrassed, I am now promising to myself as well as all who wish to read my blog but never have anything to read, that I will begin posting both more often and more quality posts.

So here it is, this is the moment that I am vowing to become a better 'blogger'. X my <3.