Holocene...

Bon Iver - I will love you forever <3

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Trust in me...

I would write a small disclaimer for those who go weak at the knees in thought of serpents, but these photos are so divine I can't imagine how anybody could turn them down. They capture the beauty of these magnificent creatures in mind blowing colour. The amount of inspiration I am gleaming from this is enough to fill a whole sketch book. My brain is racing. My fingers are itching to find some paint. From the elegance of the shapes they form to the power of their reputation, snakes are climbing awfully high up in my love list right now. The scales, the patterns, oh my.

Patternologie...

Say what? Rodarte and Open Ceremony collaberate? Surely this will be a work of pure amazingness? (Yes that is a valid word on a Monday morning) Well, since you ask, it quite clearly is. Look at it. The prints are utterly lovely, the socks a work of genius, and the shoes. Oh, the shoes!

Nomad...

It seems every time I finish travelling, I'm ready to go again.

Lovely Bones...

I'm currently averaging about one broken bone per annum in my lifetime, and feel the need to pay tribute to my poor shattered limbs by way of beautiful jewellery. Want want want want want.

The Sounds of Silence...

A breathtakingly simple shoot for Vogue China, featuring ballet style deconstructed pieces from Proenza Schouler, Lanvin and Donna Karen. Needless to say, the amazing talent it takes to design these garments speaks so loudly, there's no call for a backdrop. After a month or so of being terribly uninspired by the runways, this editorial has restored my faith. Trends come and go, but beautifully structured garments will live through every decade. Just look at that corsetry, it couldn't get any prettier.

I've seen a Castle in Wales....

My amazing family crossed the ocean to see me this week, and are now homeward bound, currently hovering somewhere ten thousand feet over sea level. We picniced, we rode bikes, we watched accordian players scatter the cobbled streets of little wooden towns nestled deep in the heart of West Virginia. It was picturesque, and perfect. The week prior to this my best friend, and needless to say, soul mate, and I line danced across the borders of Kentucky and Tennessee, and with our musical roots, discovered Nashville should well have been the town we were born and raised in, cradling banjos and home made harmonicas at our fingertips. I have had the most wonderous past few weeks, and am now back in Ohio, mourning the empty space where my homeland companions once were. I plan on wearing this sad face for the majority of today, and listening mostly to Bon Iver and City and Colour, until I remember that I'm living in America and having the time of my life once more. Until then, please watch this lyrically blessed man play a beautiful guitar. If you need persuasion, he has tattoos on his neck. Things are looking up already.