Meet Me At The Corner: Behati Prinsloo and Jamie Strachan; shot by Jay Rodan and Kayt Jones for i-D.
I’m almost a year late in discovering this, but it’s too magical to not share.
I remember the corner.
The corner of your color, the corner of your smile.
The corner where we kissed.
The street corners turning into the corners of the corridor.
Into the corners of the room where we lay.
The corners of your mouth, of your eyes.
The corners of words we didn’t finish.
The corner of your name.
On the corner where we parted.
I remember the corner.
[via Vogue Italia]
Shot by Vincent Peters for the May ’11 issue of Italian Vogue, Ann Ward looks absolutely ethereal.
She almost looks like a siren, wilting in the dry heat while waiting for the next unsuspecting sailor to come her way. Half woman, half bird. She’s so pensive, she’s so elusive, she’s so willowy, she’s so out-of-body. She’s so, pretty. So very pretty.
[Image via Pink Kitten]
I die. I seriously die.
Jeffrey Campbell should be notified of the existence of his biggest fan, ever. And quite possibly, the only person who sweeps the shelves clean of pastel pink JCs. I want to sweep her shelves clean.
But she doesn’t have to worry; I’ll leave the pastel pink pairs behind.
Écrin Archives, Rockstar by Soon Lee.
I hope my grandmothers don’t mind, but I think I’m going monotone for the Lunar New Year.
[via See By Chloé, SS 2011]
Scalloped trim makes me go weak in the knees, transpose want into need, pace Fraser’s floors repeatedly, and completely surrender my credit card over the till (consequently breaking my first resolution of 2011. Already.).
Hey Santa, I know I’m about 11 months too early, but if you consider the fact that Christmas last year was pretty crappy for me as a mitigating factor, would you mind sending either the crossbody sling or satchel my way? In camel.
This is probably going to be the most coveted of all H&M collaborations, and with good reason too. Alber Elbaz has left out none of his usual pizzazz: that slick fine line between grab-your-schtick masculinity and an exceedingly back-to-basics austere femininity, all coupled with immaculate tailoring the whole time. I’m expecting the queues to meander long and wide, and I’ll be diving in there myself.
[Pamela Love Rope X bracelet, via Forward by Revolve]
[Top: Lucyd Acyd. Coat: Babooshka Boutique. Skirt: Cotton On. Clogs: Rubi. Rings: Random cateye ring from Mom, Pamela Love.]
So I’ve been in blatant denial about the fact that summer’s completely vanished and this autumn is turning out colder than I ever remembered it to be. Truthfully, although this Babooshka geometric cardigan is one of my wardrobe favorites, I hardly ever get to wear it in London because it’s always too cold for it to be worn solo. I wore this when I went for Korean with J the other night and it had to be the one night of the week that the temperature really dipped. The moment we walked out of the restaurant into the bone-chilling 6°C night, he took one look at me and said, “You’re freezing right”?
THESE BABIES ARE THE SEX.
[Tank tunic: H&M. Vest: Cotton On. Cardigan: H&M Men. Tights: Accessorise. Necklace: Topshop. Shoes: Emporio Armani. Bag: Kenneth Cole Reaction.]
While B took J and me in search of an elusive store on an elusive street somewhere in the maze that is Soho, we ended up discovering so many stunning little nooks and crannies that I never even knew existed. Vintage stores without the droves of bounty hunters synonymous with Brick Lane, kitschy prints and stencilled masterpieces hanging in shop windows, bookstores that instantly take you back 50 years, and the most quaint of watering holes I’ve seen in a long time. Have I really been in London for so long and not even once ventured past the high street? I should be so ashamed.