And the Sun Ate Her Eyes

Vintage top, vintage jacket, American Eagle denim shorts, leather bag from Argentina

After a bit of self reflection and a few much-needed caffeine jolts from all the times I've pulled all-nighters in the last few weeks, I still have no idea where this blog is going. I think it derailed around the time I decided most other people sucked at taking pictures of me and that I was better off taking pictures of them. Which were better. And exactly the way I wanted them to be. My aspirations to higher fashion evaporated with the record-breaking triple-digit heat, which left me unable to do anything but preserve my vampiric paleness and bemoan.

I've discovered the joys of Photoshop and of being a workaholic and may just ship myself off to an Addicts Anonymous meeting one of these days. But other than that my summer has been not a summer at all. The decadent delights of lazily perusing a stack of classics as I sip my tea and float around the house in layers of white are lost to a yellow, lime green or black (only for Fridays) uniform tee and sports shorts as well as the dubious joy of many children all in one place. I can hardly finish reading The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri, let alone start on something non-school-related, like Foucault's Pendulum.

So what I mean to say, with much beating around the bush, is that there is a huge, awesome idea waiting to conk me on the head. It just hasn't happened yet. To tide you over until my awesomeness comes along, prepare for a picture vomit: I've taken over 1000.

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Heralds of Spring

The first whiff of sunshine and flowers in the wind has brought an increase in class note doodles, whimsical daydreams, and girls busting out their florals. Guilty as charged. Granted I was praying for sunshine and acceptable weather so I could don my new silky dress. I have never been a fan of florals, but this kensie version was such a cool, classy take on a romantic staple that I just couldn't resist.


A wonderful day spent in the company of an old friend I hadn't seen in a while. Our quest for the perfect lighting and excellent surroundings led us to an old textile mill and the site of the Steeplechase, of all places. I felt much more adventurous when not wearing my 4-inch pumps. If you'd like to follow the order of events - the lighting started out bright on our Steeplechase promenade and ended in the golden tones of sunset at the old textile mill.

And to meet the photographer, who has already made an appearance:

These are the products of a joyride and a Sonic-infested diet.

Dress - kensie

Flats - Gianni Bini

Hat - Target

 Bracelets - World Market

Ring - Arden B.