cold shoulder

rodarte
does juxtaposing seemingly impossible to meld fabrics
into masteprieces
does a elegant chunky knit
like no other
does deconstruction like couture construction

i of course hoarded these images right after the runway show
the shoulders are what struck me the most
fall and winter would not be complete with out warm shoulders
and the sisters spared no perfection here!

the most bestest unique vintage sweater details
deconstructed
frayed edges
ladylike draping
waves of rippled silks
layers of lace
next to delicate nubby knits
so scrumptious

zoooooom

[remembered to post the gorgeousness after I saw their subtle mastery of feathers, tulle and ballet knits in black swan, aka a must seeeeeeeee!]

silly bandz

since i was a little girl
headbands have been a staple
maybe it was an 80s thing
my mother made matching ones for all of my neon looks hehe
or perhaps little girls with bangs just look more adorable in them
so mothers go crazy
but its left a last impression on me
there were a good handful of years that i swore them off
but off course like everything in fashion
they made their return
i always have at least a simple black one around since
here i've collected some unique
fun
and
creative ones to love
now. (or to inspiration creations of your own)

sequin appliques and tulle

turban-like with rivets (can anyone say bedazzler?)

rope, cording for that nautical/grecian feel

jeweled, perhaps using thrift store brooches

notions mmmmmm

strategically placed fabric, truly stunning and so classy

silkscreened on cotton, you know you have old tshirts for this one??!?

happy headbanding!

Looking too far ahead and trying to make something happen
instead of letting things unfold as they should.

Just take a step back and stop trying to force things.

I have no control over this, I need to stop pretending I do.
What happens will happen, on its own accord.

whole again

it all feels like too much
too much out there
that i don't have
can't have
but want
i think i feel i do try so hard
but it continues to just lack
i continue to lack
it is all quite sad and pathetic actually
why can't i just pull my shit together
excuse after excuse
i let them set me back and be distractions
when i want nothing more
than to let go of the excess
and start anew
refreshed
clean
and
whole again

*another older poem/musing....and how it still rings true*

bleakness

i feel like a sponge.
the drugs do that.
i absorb all of it but it just doesn't go away and disappear,
it seeps deeper into me.
into my pores, my flesh, my soul, my core.
i am not truly getting rid of it.
its my reality.
its what i got
and what i'll keep getting.
its funny how the bleakness of that statement used to kill me
to the point that i wanted it to end.

there was no way out.

there still isn't but the bleakness is different.
how i don't know.
but to wring out the sponge kills me
my flesh hurts
my core aches
i have so many holes
and filling them with pain
doesn't make me whole
just heavy and full


*old journal musings, to appreciate how far i've come*

vintage fascination

Every breath is an opportunity to receive and let go.

Some of us think holding on makes us strong, but sometimes it is letting go. — Herman Hesse

old fashioned

something about the tones
greyscale
the shading of charcoal
brings me back
to a time when i was not yet of this earth
but my essence was here
humans were here
and they wanted to capture life
on a tin
the stark contrast
of dark and light
the fading in and out
the simplest of colour
providing the most profound depths
an indeliable marking
of existence
contours
twists and turns
of dimension that took up space
bold statements
of those that have come before us
from
black
and
white








darkness into light.