This summer, for the low, low price of whatever you wanted to donate and the judgement of the cashier you could wander among Charles James’ collection of female-less feminine silhouettes a The Met. These dresses stood like statues. An ode to a sartorial stature and attention to construction that gets lost in the day of fads and Forever 21. This is not throwaway fashion.
Which is why his…
In the lull after NYFWseason, I thought it fitting to pay tribute to the most sartorially inclined city in North America. (Sorry LA). Traditionally called street style, as most of these shots involved following a well dressed person for some time before gathering the balls to ask them to pose, I’m deeming this post “Sartorial Stalking.” Because, well, taking a full frontal is nerve racking (even…
Flares are trickling back into fall denim, and with stylists pairing bell bottoms with tunics and floppy felt hats for autumn and winter, it’s easy to see late 60s revival on the spring, summer horizon.
I’m a toddler of the 90s, and these jeans are a perfect dupe for the ones I clung to as a child, probably while simultaneously drooling and testing out the word “mommy.” I’m rocking mom jeans at 21, and excluding the occasional food baby — sans kids.
— Albert Camus, The Plague (via feellng)
— Anaïs Nin (via observando)
— Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps (via wordsnquotes)