THREE FOR THE END OF FEBRUARY

A leather, cotton cord, silk and amethyst necklace with vintage brass components by Kathryn of The Vamoose, who is always making such beautiful things // Chrysanthemums by Henri Fantin-Latour, 1871 found on Kathryn's tumblr // My favorite bedazzled hat in a patch of pale afternoon sun

February is just about my least favorite month (second only to March, ha!), but this one wasn't all bad, not by a long shot. Still, I'm thinking I may need to harness some crystal energy ala William Eadon to get me through the next several rainy, frustrating weeks as we battle our way towards Spring. Maybe I'll start here.

JUST A TINY TASTE

Polaroid taken in the Haight many years go//Charles Anastase S/S 2011//Tear from Lucky Magazine, I'm obsessed with those Marc Jacobs bloomers!//Charles Anastase S/S 2011 (I'm so tempted to try and DIY myself a shirt or tank version of this dress, kinda afraid I'm gonna end up looking like a total psycho)//Anemones in pen, ink, and colored pencil//french tulips on polyvore

Ahhh, Friday was such a wicked tease!! Sunny and in the 70's (yeah, you read that right!) here in NYC. Before you get your knickers in a knot though, you should know that's it's supposed to SNOW here on Wednesday. Uh huh, ok. Anyways, it felt so wonderful to go outside with bare legs for the first time in so many months--though I have to admit, I was feeling rather sorry for myself not having anyone to share such a glorious freak of a day with. I ended up wandering around the East Village for hours, snapping film photos and trying not to spend money. Eventually, as usual, I caved and bought three perfect French tulips from Sunny's Florist. Such a sweet little shop, seriously, that woman is living my dream...

Even though it feels like Spring just dangled the dream and then took it away, it's got my mind churning away in pinks, whites, blues and straw yellows. I finally spent the giftcard I won to LaGarconne thanks to Erin last year and ordered those No.6 clogs pictured above. I'm so excited! Brand spankin' new shoes are something that make their way to me once in a blue moon, and I've wanted something from No.6 for ages and ages. I always go into their store in Nolita and touch everything like a creeper and then leave, haha. At least now when I do that, I can wear their shoes and clomp clomp clomp around on the wooden floors just like all the cute shop girls do!

Plants & Animals

I feel like I've seen these amazing images floating around the internet for some time now, but I had no clue as to their provenance until last night when Alex pointed me towards this tumblr. Stephen Eichhorn is the artist responsible for these amazing, hand-cut collages and, while the cat-and-flower variety are clearly my favorites, these are really just the tip of the iceberg!

I'm in absolute awe of Eichhorn's meticulous process. I think a lot of us probably went through a "collage phase" when we were younger (for me, it was in high school), and it's a pastime that's all too easily dismissed to the walls of sticky pink teenage boudoirs and trapper keepers, but works like these really force a reconsideration of the genre. It makes me want to bust out my old National Geographics and get pasty with it like it's 1999 all over again.

P.S. Please don't repost these images without properly crediting Stephen Eichhorn. Thanks! :n )

Cheat Sheet

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Some crib notes, courtesy of Pipeline, on how to charm the cuffed, rolled, too short pants off Scotty S.

Nature Sandwich

Next time I see someone littering in this city, I will close my eyes, breath deeply, count to ten, and imagine punching them square in the face with one of these.



Oh, and also they are just pretty.

:n )

Happy Meowlidays!

Ahoy-hoy!

Today I set sail for...somewhere in up-state New York! Ah, Thanksgiving at the country house. Well sort of, anyhow.

Long story short, a happy happy happy Thanksgiving to you all!

Golden Birthday

Dearest Dagger,

stay gold.

♥ Siri

Speaking of which...

Would you believe this started out as Charlotte Gainsbourg? It ended up more like some sort of quasi-nurave lovechild between Charlotte and Yoko Ono. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Artistic license

This may not surprise you, but art was my favorite subject in high school. Our art teacher was a small ferocious woman prone to outbursts of colorful (ha!) language and looked like a hamster. But she had a heart of gold and thankfully, for the most part, was content to provide us with endless tubes of acrylic paint and paper and pencils and leave us in peace while she processed endless amounts of mysterious paperwork at her desk.


I don't draw so much anymore, probably because I spend too much time on the damn internet and eating delicious foods.