I'm gonna need more hangers.

egle cekanaviciute

augh omg. her entire collection. some of it is a bit undone, but all the elements are beautifully committed and connected to the integrity of the medical brace. this was what i was going for for my ideal ss2011 look. oh and those shoes. damn.

jacket [le milliardaire] :: bag [reiss] :: shoes [office] :: dress [yessica]

obviously, i spoke too soon about a bag. i always do that and feel foolish for telling the internet about it. it seeems like such a big deal in my head, when these material matters are clearly trivial. they’re just things. but things that i adore! though i might sell the blue dress, i really don’t need another floor length gown.

these are some things i bought during the trip, i don’t feel like photographing everything, i’ll just make a reference when i wear a piece. i didn’t buy a ton of things, which i’m incredibly proud of, but i still made some poor purchasing decisions. like all those macaroons i haven’t eaten. i am so sick of them right now.

to be honest, i havent felt like blogging lately because i’ve been job hunting. my sense of self worth is so entirely dependent on my financial well-being that its difficult for me to focus on much else, i’m afraid. i’m not sure how personal i’m supposed to keep my blog, i try not to be, it should be all about style/fashion/aesthetics, but how can i help it if it’s run by a real person? sometimes i wish i were made of metal. machines have valuable.

let’s play a game! tell me if you can correctly guess…

1) which city each item is from (hint: paris or london)

2) price

ok so first question is a gimme, but the price one! that should be fun.

vintage coach, vintage ferragamo [ebay]

being in europe has stirred the bag girl in me and the visit to celine earlier today ignited something awful. i’ve been looking at vintage box bag/crossboy bags for hours now. its not use; nothing can replace that beautiful thing for now. i’m just a sucker for well made products.

developing a taste for bags is something that’s been ongoing for me chronologically, but the results are more like thoughtless trail and error. i like bags with distinctive forms and structure, thinking more constructively (hehe), and often the less frills, the better, though not necessarily minimalist. a classic bag, if you will, but that’s probably a transposition of my mother’s tastes.

i did realize that i am far more comfortable buying a used or vintage bag than i am about purchasing a brand new one. it is because buying a new one requires a certain kind of trust in one’s taste level for everyday attire, a factor which is often unpredictable for me and in terms of purses, often fairs better on impulses or gifts. my two most used bags (the panda and the red bag, which i’m sure everyone’s still in love with seeing as much as me XD) were two such acquisitions. it is probably because my friends knew me better than i did or fool’s luck that they became classic “me” pieces. buying a used bag then yields a certain kind of comfort in that i don’t have to worry about the classic factor: it’s a guarantee, as long as i choose the right brands with the right history.

even with this rationale, choosing my next bag is still a leap. choosing in general is quite a challenge. there are so many colors i like that i can’t find, shapes i’m still exploring and many in my memory bank that i can’t forget (a perfect hot pink canteen bag from furla, an impeccablely undecorated doctor bag from louis vuitton). all i can do is keep a list and learn new names. but while it’s very fun to open zippers and adjust straps, i’m still a shoe girl in the great debate. with shoes, i simply transfer my feet. with bags, i have to transfer the contents of my lifestyle.

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celine box bag [stockholmstreetstyle]

*shuckashucka* beautiful things are like cute boys in that whenever i see one, i become a squid of stupid. currently in paris and i went into the celine store today with my mother (she’s actually lookin to buy something classic). i don’t remember the bags being this expensive pre-philo. i’m pretty sure they weren’t. too bad i went completely mad for this thing in baby blue. 1,700 e’s. i don’t think my legs are even worth that much. do i even need to say it in dollars to make that sound prodigiously expensive?

you know what’s even more hilarious? i had the shop lady, who spoke chinese with me (except i’m not chinese, so i was delighted), put it on reserve for me. bahhahahahahahahuhuhuhuhu oh me.

y3 spring 2011

which is usually my creedo, but i’ve been pretty much wearing them all the time now because i’ve tired myself out on girlie overload. these boyish cuts make me so happy.

the first look => all white = perfect.

trench [alexander wang x gap] :: shirt [jcrew] :: pants [j+] :: belt [zara] :: socks, bracelet [unkown] :: shoes [lea foscati]

i was thinking how perfect it would’ve been to have a men’s watch for that masculine tough, but the bracelet turned out fine.

i felt really comfortable in this; it’s nice to have a uniform, but maybe i was too comfortable. i kinda like it when i feel a little bit scared going out, in a sick silly way. so maybe i don’t wanna dress like this anymore for awhile.

cardigan [h&m] :: shirt [bdg] :: pants [prada] :: bag [fiorucci] :: necklace [uo]

photos [riggallus]

i didn’t even intend for it to turn out that way. been wanting to wear these two things backwards together for awhile. i was cocaine craving color today. i couldn’t stand the b&w anymore. or am i?

class happened today. i love having class. it makes me sick when i have to cancel. when its over, i’m going to spill all over the floor.