Tuesday, January 31, 2012

dress me

I feel how this dress looks.

Ink

Live freely.

singing....



dirty harry by gorillaz, can not get this out of my head...

In my sleep

Last night I danced in the ocean wearing the most elegant gown. I did flips and twists and rested on my back to stare at the shooting stars. I felt fish swim past me and saw beads of light as I held my breath under the water. I was alone. I was with a world of friends. I was perfectly content. I was all I ever want to be.

Monday, January 30, 2012

the haze between

That's me, that's me. The boy with the broken halo. That's me, that's me....

Sometimes I lose my breath...

He's just that good. He's everything. And more.
Can I clone him you think?

Oh luca....

singing...



Sunlight by Bag Raiders. LOVING IT.

brightness of being








 

When things get a little hectic in life, I feel like i need to surround myself with brightness to keep me up. To keep things light and airy and my mood happy. That's what I'm aching for today...

5 things

Happy Monday.
Wishing everyone a wonderful week.
Five pretty things to get your week started. xo

Sunday, January 29, 2012

welcome


You guys, one day this is going to be my home and you can come over every day and hang out with me and my little brood of delinquent hipster children. We can look at beautiful photo books and sit in the sun and take pictures of the sky and of the kids running naked past us. We can eat fresh fish and drink cold drinks with lots of ice. I'll dress the ladies in bikinis and the men in pure white. We can dance under the stars and jump in the pool when we get sweaty. OK?

He treats me

like all

women

It hurts

The striking similarities

And differences

He doesn't get it, and

Wont

Destined to be a similar

Within a failure to adjust…

To LOVE


From reader NE.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

I heart it

image from here

simple pleasures


image from here.
sometimes I see a photo and I go wild. My mind starts to run free and a new life begins to develop within me. I go to places way better than my dreams from a photo. This picture just stole my soul for a few seconds. It took me to a bright studio space by the water, overlooking the Hudson River on a spring day. I am there with a bunch of people, Natalie is by my side, Dylan is not far, Amanda, Sam, all my girls, we are creating, we are laughing, we are listening to everything from Madonna to U2 to Kent. It's a day of ladies and we're all in 5" heels and there are empty Starbucks cups around. There's a vase of white flowers and this fresh air smell. No one is in a rush, no one wants to be anywhere but there.

That's what a photo can do to me at any given moment.

be free

Deep down inside I've always believed that my mind felt most free by the sea. the air, the water, the endless blues. As a kid I would daydream of summer on the coldest days of winter. I would cry in bedroom with the door locked at the end of August, wishing for just one more day with the sand and salt and those friends that made me everything I wanted to be. I was me. The beach isn't about money or things. It's not about how smart you are or how big your house is. Summer meant peanut butter and jelly sandwiches after swim team practice, ice cream after inverse dives off the board, showers with sand on the ground and red sleepy eyes on the drive home. The beach meant everything to the 11 year old me. The beach means everything to my current self.

I want to be free. I want to be there now.

This is everything

videoLuca's laugh owns my heart.

Friday, January 27, 2012

right about now....


image from here.
In college the household of girls I lived with (there were 12 of us, none of which were part of a sorority), would hold these huge "yucka"* parties on weekends. We'd buy about 18 pounds of sugar, 100-200 lemons, endless vodka and mix it all together in this giant bathtub-like pan (literally the thing couldn't be lifted alone, it was about 1.5 feet deep and 1 foot wide).

We would walk around the party with this massive pot and everyone would drink out of it screaming "yucka" as the concoction dripped down their necks.

It was a very civilized time in my life. Obviously.

When I saw this beautiful pink drink, my first thought was: "a grown up yucka" - yes, I could go for a little screaming while drinking a (pink) lemonade vodka drink right about now. It's Friday night, it's cocktail hour. I need out.

HAPPY WEEKEND TO YOU ALL.xx

*yucka: pronounced yuck-a.

dress me

image from we heart it

It's a heat wave suddenly in NYC. I need to run home and change into my beachwear. A long white dress and a little white bikini would be ideal, even though it's the end of January.

Don't you think?

the deepest

It’s been two years. I remember the two first months felt like forever. Two years ago I thought I would be ok in a two years time. I wasn’t back then, it felt like a never ending pain. But the reasonable me kept on saying "Hold on, just hold on. I will be okay, it will end one day and it will go faster than you expect. It just doesn’t feel like that right now. But I know it will.”

I honestly thought two years would be more than enough to… I don’t even know to what. To move on, to stop hurting, to stop crying, to stop loving. Perhaps even to forget?

But I haven’t. I haven’t stopped crying or hurting. I haven’t really moved on. And I have definitely not forgotten.

So now I don’t know what I should tell myself anymore.

I guess people who say that you’ll never forget your first true love are actually telling the truth.

happy friday!











Something for everyone. Photos that are making me smile on this rainy friday. 
I need a little pick me up. As I'm sure some of you do, too.
Hope this makes you smile.xx

Thursday, January 26, 2012


This here is my Happiness Project. Sharing life, sharing love. Living fully. Loving it all.

Love Life.

10 things...

Reader email: moving to NYC from Auckland, New Zealand. Perhaps you might have a "fashion packing list" for someone moving to New York City?

1. a comfortable pair of shoes
NYC winters are brutal, boots that you can walk 60 blocks comfortably in are a necessity. Summer and spring you need the same ease as you'll definitely be skipping taxis and subways to do the journey on foot. Sandals, converse, smoking flats, whatever you fancy, as long as they are comfortable.

2. the perfect blazer
No matter who you are, a blazer will change your life in NYC. Great for work, just as good for going out on the town. Find something super structured and classic, wear with leather pants or a wide leg jean. Either way, you'll always have a go-to piece regardless of the time of day.

3. leggings
No matter who you are, leggings will always come in handy in NYC. They are an easy go-to for work with long tops and blazers or for weekends with sweaters. And then you can head to the gym with one less item in tow.

4. great dresses
I literally have a closet full of dresses. They are everything in this city. Keep them modern and timeless so you can wear them for any occasion and forever. Black is obviously an easy go-to but nude, navy and printed (a la DVF) are just as simple to wear.

5. bags
a chic weekender is just as important as an every day handbag. You need something which you can use for the gym but will also take you out of town for a few days. I lug my gym stuff and my iPad around the city with me, it's important to have something you wont mind bringing with you to dinner or to meetings.

6. sunglasses
For hangovers, there is the luxury of every possible place in NYC delivering food to your door. When you finally decide to venture out, sunglasses are your next best friend. Plus, everyone in this city loves feeling a sense of being incognito. Forget makeup, forget makeup remover, just throw on your glasses.

7. cozy sweater
Of all the girls I asked about a packing list, they all mentioned a good sweater. Usually I layer up for walking to work and schlepping around on weekends and then strip down once I arrive indoors. So go for something that's not too bulky but that is def warm and layer-able.

8. an iPhone
Not only is it ideal for taking photos of sights and events, but you have a built in subway map, gps and everything else that will help getting around the city easy.

9. a jacket for every season
just like a good pair of shoes, you need a jacket for each season and one that looks good. J. Crew has fabulous winter styles on sale right now. A great little leather jacket is good for almost every time of year, too.

10. accessories
Everyone I know in this city wears the same thing over and over again. It's just easier that way. It's a place of comfort and I suppose that's what comes along with finding a few great pieces you love. So find yourself some great statement jewelry to change up the look of your basic black dress, your every day blazer and pants, your tee and jeans...scope out cheap pieces at topshop, asos, H&M, and even forever 21. great items that will take you through a season and you can toss after.

click here for the best New York City:

a letter...

Source: F. Scott Fitzgerald: A Life in Letters; Image: F. Scott Fitzgerald with his daughter, Scottie, in 1924.
In 1933, renowned author F. Scott Fitzgerald ended a letter to his 11-year-old daughter, Scottie, with a list of things to worry about, not worry about, and simply think about. It read as follows. 

          Things to worry about:
Worry about courage
Worry about cleanliness
Worry about efficiency
Worry about horsemanship

Things not to worry about:

Don’t worry about popular opinion
Don’t worry about dolls
Don’t worry about the past
Don’t worry about the future
Don’t worry about growing up
Don’t worry about anybody getting ahead of you
Don’t worry about triumph
Don’t worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault
Don’t worry about mosquitoes
Don’t worry about flies
Don’t worry about insects in general
Don’t worry about parents
Don’t worry about boys
Don’t worry about disappointments
Don’t worry about pleasures
Don’t worry about satisfactions

Things to think about:

What am I really aiming at?
How good am I really in comparison to my contemporaries in regard to:

(a) Scholarship
(b) Do I really understand about people and am I able to get along with them?
(c) Am I trying to make my body a useful instrument or am I neglecting it?

With dearest love, Daddy

dress me


I would rock this dress from Atelier Versace Spring 2011
everywhere from dinners to work. Really, I would.
"I receive your love and I give you mine.
Not the love of a man for a woman, not the love of a father for a child, not the love of God for his creatures.
But a love with no name and no explanation
Like a river that cannot explain why it follows a particular course, but simply flows onwards.
A love that asks for nothing and gives nothing in return; it is simply there. I will never be yours and you will never be mine; nevertheless, I can honestly say: I love you."

Ahh...

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

my girl


Holy fucking fuck. I love when my best friends are given props for being the best. I nearly fainted when I saw this story on the one and only Jenny Meyer...seriously, no one is more amazing at their job than she.  The 10: PR POWER GIRLS.

Check it out here.

wannabe



I'd much rather be in one of these gorgeous spaces than the tiny little studio I'm editing in right now. If it was raining, snowing, dark or sunrise, I wouldn't have a clue. Give me a window and I'll give you a kiss.

one day...




Images from northern Norway and northern Europe

My dream is to witness the northern lights one day. Isn't it just spectacular? Read more about it here.

A dose of sea

And where I want to be...images from fabrik of life.

Declarations

Seen in soho on broadway and broome.

dress me


speaking of Carine, I'd love to be wearing this gorgeous red dress she wore in Paris. Isn't it perfect with that bright clutch?
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