I'm back at Brown University, on blogging hiatus until further notice!

xx

fast times

Summer is absolutely whizzing by. Do you ever get that feeling when you're so immersed in your life that it feels highly detailed, that so much is happening and changing, but time is moving quicker overall?

Paisley is always a cute pattern, so I grunged it up a bit with torn tights and combat boots.

(dress: h&m; tights: american apparel; boots: boutique 9, nordstrom)

I'm excited for Alice's Summerthing tomorrow, a massive in San Francisco's Golden Gate Park. I absolutely love people, crowds, and live music. The energy is like no other.

sunshine yellow

(dress: forever 21; raincoat: michael kors; boots: hunter, wellington)

I'm in San Diego loving the gorgeous weather, all the bright sunshine sans humidity. San Diego zoo today!

dualism

(leotard: american apparel; lace shirt: vintage; shorts: american apparel; socks: american apparel; headband: gymboree; shoes: converse)

Sometimes I feel as delicate as the lace I love to wear.

Lace is an openwork fabric. It is formed either by removing thread, or by leaving space intentionally. Its transparency, delicacy, and fragility are its appealing qualities, what make it definitively feminine. I think one can be delicate and fragile, but still strong. One may possess an elegant strength, a graceful resilience, a quiet endurance.

I came across this and I adore it. It looks so Dalí-esque, but painted by Vladimir Kush.

"We're both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We're connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me."

refined cataclysms

Some people have a vendetta against leggings as pants (leggings without shorts or a skirt over, basically), but I'm down with it. I prefer tighter fits when I wear black denim, pants, leggings, and whatever else, so I wear sweaters and thicker shirts over just leggings all the time. The cleaner fit typically juxtaposes the looseness of whatever top I'm wearing in a balanced way.

Thematically, I'll admit I let myself go a little random here. Golf cap, nautical sweater, equestrian-looking boots... Let's just claim 'eclectic' and call it a day.

Some lives are cataclysmic: think Allen Ginsberg, River Phoenix, Elliott Smith, whomever your favorite tortured artist whims may fancy. While they lived lives of utter chaos, they produced such beautiful works of art, music, film. Wild creativity permeated their beings, and transformed into impeccable aesthetics: the only controlled and edited things about them.

We are all sunflowers-- bright-eyed, shiny, and shimmering. Forever, and never never.

And I will leave you with this: Sunflower Sutra, by Allen Ginsberg.