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tumblr helloluxlisbonUnlike the Boy Scouts, fashion is not about being prepared. On the contrary, i think the heart of fashion is about discovery, and making do. The best outfits are often spawned o...
I'm off to New York, and what was supposed to be a lovely packing post with all that i'm taking (think a big swing coat, lots of tunics and my doc martens - let your imagination decide the rest), has...
carey mulligan.com via tFSsome people just have it... you know, that certain je ne sais quoi that gives them the shine, the pizazz, the inability to look away. Carey Mulligan is awkward in front of t...
In my attempts to create the line I want - languid and loose, flowing, drapy - tunics are an inevitable staple. But i didn't want my tunics to be drab or reminiscent of some bad hippy re-dux. I belt...
I've never been the type of girl you have to SELL couture to. I mean, yes, i see that economically the world may not be in the best shape, but that doesn't mean that extravagance does not serve it's ...
gettyimagesso... tavi gets to hang out with alexa? well, i'm a blogger, i'm a teenager, i can do a pretty good funny face.. i think i should sit front row at chanel haute couture with alexa too!!! :)...
'Death is the mother of beauty,' said Henry.'And what is beauty?''Terror.''Well said,' said Julian. 'Beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. Quite the contrary. Genuine beauty is always quite alarming....
flickrhappy australia day! i am thankful for this country of wide open skies, bright sunshine and bare legs. i love many things about australia - seafood so fresh it is practically leaping off the pl...
Cedric BihrFor the first time in a long while i scrubbed off my nail polish and let my fingers go bare. I wasn't sure what colour to paint them next - i'd had enough of my mint green, a lipstick pink...
There was an article in a recent american vogue about a guy trying to contact all his old girlfriends. i can't remember the point of the article now, but there was one part of it that struck home. He...
'who could love you for yourself alone, and not your yellow hair?'YeatsGod. There are some days, especially in summer, when I ache for yellow hair. Long, messy, blonde hair that glints with every mov...
'He watched these through the glass; the sky here was so different, he thought, from that other sky under which he had grown up. This one was constantly changing, was washed out; at times covered wit...
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