I'm gonna need more hangers.

socks [now fashion, gunsan] :: shoes [culture call]

i have simple and complicated goals, one of them is to have a polka dotted version of everything i already have. i got this chambray shirt on a whim (i’m so French in this war of wills) and have been wearing it everyday last week when i get home. i love the newness of clothes and i can wear them for days post purchase to indulge in it for as long as possible. don’t worry, it’s in the wash now.

i got those silver shoes like i said i would. also finally shot the lookbook i’ve been meaning to post. yay getting things (done)!

photos via capucine

shirt [elves | gaeksa]

i have wicked cases of insomnia lately. i don’t really know why. it happens rather frequently and i would like it to stop. the only good sleep i get is when i’m sleeping over Capucine’s, which is generally post-intensive partying. what’s it gonna take to be marginally healthy in this country? to be honest, it’s not just my sleep patterns that are disrupted: it’s eating, it’s exercise, everything. i think i manage to gain the freshman 15 every 4 years or something. i will say this though, despite the bodily complaints, i’ve never been this stable in my life. i’m so happy right now, i think i can deal with a few first world problems a bit longer.

sometimes i worry that my blog is too personal, revealing too much about what my real life is actually like; paranoid and hesitant about disclosing those kinds of things, thinking that if i wasn’t vague, if i was too real, i wouldn’t be enticing. i know i’m one of those unreliable bloggers, dabbling and posting inconsistently, but it doesn’t mean that i don’t have things i’d like to share. maybe it was always this way, but my blog is more of a style blog than a fashion one, sometimes simply a glorified visual diary. i just want to be able to tell you when i’m in love or what i’m doing with my life besides planning my next purchase. i think those things are extremely relevant, and if you know me personally, you can tell my mood by my clothes very easily. i’m a terrible aesthetic liar.

aaaaaaaaand now i’m tired.