From Paris: A "Threadbare" Home

Every once in a while I get a combination of lust and envy that makes me not sure where to wager my emotions.  When Anzelina sent over this link from the New York Times, such a phenomenon occurred. 

Can you blame moi?



They so perfectly combine the blend of rustic and modernity that I'm in love with.  Add the lightness of the whole place and I'm soaring through the Pleiades.

How does a young, sweet-looking couple score something like that?  I guess we'll never know!  If I lived here I think I'd stay home forever!



If you want a refill for your prescription of jealousy, visit HERE.  There's so much more beauty within.

Felix Nussbaum, Self-Portrait, 1939

The fly on the glove is my favorite.

Lucifer Falls

It never fails that if I want to see a show, gallery opening, flea market, endless etc., I always miss it.  Another one to add to the eternal roster is the "Lucifer Falls" exhibition of Jeff Bark's ethereal photography.  I'm a sucker for anything like this, but add the moody lighting and corpse-esque (definitely not a word) bodies and I'm rotting in a coffin.

My new goal is to stop missing these golden opportunities. Using a planner again is my first step.

"So taunt me and hurt me, decieve me, desert me"

Every year, when we are surrounded by the beautiful changing foliage and crisp air, I'm reminded of the heartbreaking film, Far From Heaven.  I've only seen it once when it first came out, but still so much of it sticks to me.  A sign of a well crafted piece, non?

The colors, the sadness, the hopelessness, and reason 873 why Julianne Moore is the best thing to happen to Hollywood.  I've been playing Dinah Washington's take on Cole Porter's So in Love on repeat for the past two months which has become my own mental soundtrack to the memory of the film.  Need to watch it again!

Which is a rooster, which is a hen?

Wacky lyrics from a song that came out in 1926! Take a gander if you will!

Jacques Henri Lartigue

A reminder of the days when everyone found a viable excuse to wear their gauziest frocks for a foxtrot.

Found at the eternally inspiring Victoria Thorne.

Appalling Accouterments

Sometimes it's important to walk in front of the gilded full-length mirror, take an honest look at yourself, meditate on what your looking at...and then sob and sob, long and hard.  There, there, feel better?  No?!  Good, because you look like a homeless person.

Gone are the days when I used to drop my money at Costume National, APC, and Alexander McQueen like I could afford it.  When the economy tanked, I realized I was just as broke as I've always been! So these past few years (time flies!), combined with paying of debt and shopping for things for the homestead, my days of glamorous rags have taken an unfortunate turn. 

With the debt recently deceased (HOORAY!) it's time for me to start looking a little more civilized; maybe not the Saville Row bespoke suit, but something without holes in the crotch, shoulders, knees and toes.

(Dries Van Noten Fall Collection)