This made my morning.
The music composed by
Rafael May needs to be in my playlist.
And now all I can think about is dancing through my entire day.
I just might.
Love, Love, LOVE!
Rihanna's performance of We Found Love on the BRITS this past weekend. I can't stop thinking about it.
Song. On. Repeat.
Next Up: Fulfill my life goal of being a back up dancer. Someday. Someday I will be able to shake my ass.

I wouldn't mind if
these accidentally showed up on my doorstep.




This woman is my hero.
If I was in a room with her and Alber Elbaz at the same time my brain would explode from equal parts admiration and cute overload.
Think about it. This:
+ This:
The end.

Donnez moi la collection de l'été 2012.
Carven
Warhol Screen Tests. Dean & Britta Score.
Favorite Video:
Favorite Song:
A few images in my interiors folder that have been whispering to me lately.
The lighting. The A-frame window. The brass furniture tacks. The ocean.

The blanket. The colors. The geometry.
The cage lighting fixture. I love right angles.
The portraits. The bookshelf.
The painting. The birch.
Working on locating all the sources. Feel free to cite any below.
"I don't dress for anybody I dress for myself. if someone doesn't like what I'm wearing I don't give a shit."
Couldn't have said it better myself.
Love.


A
cleanse I can get down with.
Real food. Real flavors. Color & texture.
Bring it.
images via: bon appetit

Style as a family trait. Love.