Moving on!

Well 'ello 'ello 'ello. Is anybody there? I just don't know. Alls I know is that I haven't been around for a long long time. I got disillusioned with blogging, didn't really think I was adding anything to the millions of other voices on the internet screaming to be heard. But I'm gonna try again.

And I thought, why not start a new blog - blank canvas mentality and all that. Back when I started this little blog it was all about me - or rather, all about what I liked, it was a filing cabinet of things that made me happy without much interaction between me and these things. I'd like to interact more with the content I put up. Otherwise, what's the point of putting up another picture that everyone else does. I get confused sometimes because I love some blogs that are mostly pictures (Miss Moss, you're amazing) but I realize that's not me. I felt a bit empty putting up another 'inspiring' photo.

So my new corner of the internet, Wild at Heart and Empty of Pocket, will attempt to be a bit more pro, a little less amateur but still me all the same. I still like pictures of food and daily life, but this time I want to share more of my own photos. I want to share the things I found out from people I talk to. I want less regurgitation. If this means less posting than the most prolific of bloggers, than that's fine by me. In the end, it still is a space for myself in the great wide abyss that is the web.

If anyone still subscribes to this dang thing, then it'd be nice if you'd add Wild at Heart and Empty of Pocket to your feed. Check out my very first post, a brief interview with two of the loveliest ladies I know who are making bespoke bags out of rope and twine out of their flat in South London.

I hope I can live up to my own expectations this time. For those who followed, I appreciated it. Everything is nonsense is still special to me, and I'm still gonna keep it (for if/when I ever feel like getting more personal again) but for now, I'm moving on.

xx dw

Oh Pendleton...

(images via Frances May)

...I'll always be stuck on you. You got the whole plaid thing going, which I'll never give up. Then you got the whole amazing native american wool blanket thing going on, which keeps me warm at night. And then you do this, the Portland Collection, which sends my heart into a whole new level of tizzy. Nope, ain't never gonna quit you.

Riffing on a theme

Sources: Lady Moriarty//Vanessa Jackman

Cool girls wear short sweaters and jeans.

Opening Ceremony. Rodarte. 'Nuff said.

Tapestry prints. Intarsia. Beige. Hawaiian Florals. Rodarte x Opening Ceremony. Mulleavy quirkiness. A 50s Western mashup, sorta, kinda. Basically I like it. A lot. At least enough to post it. Which is saying a lot around this tumbleweed blog, eh? See so much more here.

...Also, the lookbook reminds me of a popsicle melting in the sun, and on grey grey days, that's a nice thought.

They Say It Better

Happy Christmas y'all.

hey baby, what's your sign?

Brilliant editorial in the December UK Vogue. I've taken quite a fancy to the Cancer shot. Why do I feel the urge to print and tack things on my wall lately?

But I'm not a crab, I'm a Taurus: Practical, reliable, patient, persistent, solid, determined, industrious, strong willed, sensuous, affectionate, warm-hearted, trustworthy. Or so the internet tells me. Definitely stubborn. Yes, definitely.

(Find the fashion interpretation of your star sign, i.e. the rest of the editorial here)

Almost reality

Enough of outfit ideals, this is my outfit reality. A rotation of two, maybe three, giant knit sweaters. Minus the nonchalant model of course.

A tear from one of the more appealing editorials I've seen in a while. Low-key and natural, much more my scene. Cinnamon Girl, Dossier Issue 6 FW 10.

Warmth

I was actually hugging the radiator yesterday I was so cold. Yes, I was that cold and my radiator is that weak. When the temperature really drops, dressing becomes all about throwing on whatever is around, piling it on into a somewhat hodgepodge mix of layers, sweaters over sweaters, socks over tights, warmth becoming my singular priority. Once sufficiently wrapped, I don't even dream of venturing outside, rather ideally, I would then stay in playing cards and drinking hot chocolate with whipped cream. Lots of whipped cream. It'd be nice if I had all these pieces of sartorial wonder to pile on.

It'd be even nicer if my radiator worked.

Celestial Maps

(via Hubble Photo Prints)

I'd like to take these star charts, blow them up, print them out, and nail them onto my wall. Bring the celestial sky inside.

The Wild Unknown Revisited

I stumbled across The Wild Unknown last year when searching around the web for Christmas gifts and did a lil post about them. Hello one year later, and I find myself back at their online shop, still enamored with their calendars and prisms and delighted to see they've added new products to their range. And so another post to proclaim my love for the company. They have a new calendar for 2011 with lyrics instead of images, but my favorite product is the collaboration with artist Barbara Reiser, transfering one of her prints onto a candle. I am a candle gal, and this one is about as cosy and warm as a candle can be. I want. But really, I should gift and let others discover the wild unknown.

Fine Words

Words that say something. Neat typography. Speak to me during this postgraduate malaise. Good words.

All by Paper Jam Press ... Words to live by.

Never mine

I'm always thinking about the wrong things at the wrong time. Like these A.R. Trapp Quadra sunglasses which are on my mind even though the sky is one big blanket of gray and will be for months. They are $450, so wouldn't be a reality if the sun were shining anyway. Forever a fantasy, no matter the season.

Holy bleeding breton

(jakandjill)

I'm a simple girl with simple loves. The classic breton top is one them. But it's nice to have a twist on a classic every now and again, yes? A marinière shirt whose perfection has been skewed by blue stripes that bleed into the pristine whiteness? Lovely.

Salmon in Winter

I don't know about elsewhere in the world, but here in London it is freezing outside. Skipped autumn, straight to winter. Or perhaps my internal thermometer is just maladjusted seeing as I am currently dealing with my first cold of the season. Anyway, point being, that when the weather gets cold, everyone's wardrobe seems to get grim. Black black navy black ooh slate gray black. Hence why I appreciate Totokaelo's styling in their Fall/Winter Looks, with the unexpected splashes of salmon (courtesy of A.P.C). Vibrant pink when it's cold outside...why not? Matches my cheeks.

That being said, the below outfit is much more my style, but not because of the black. Rather my eye covets that kinda-ugly-colour but-I-love-it cardigan. What is that colour called? Rust, perhaps. And those leggings. Well. They had me at hello.

how i feel about the changing seasons

• Dip in the temperature, but a bright blue sky.
• Cozying up in big hats and bigger jumpers.
• Drinking delicious quality coffee from the independents; fuck you Starbucks I don't need to drink your shitty coffee just so I can study for hours anymore.
  
• Moving on from student life, hoping I'll find a career or it will find me.

I do love autumn. It's going to be a weird one with everyone else sharpening their pencils and buying their books, but maybe that little nip in the air will keep me on my toes.

(clothes topshop, other photos gathered on desktop from random tumblrs)

Woman Examining Man

Woman Examining Man by Helmut Newton is one of my favorite photographs. The shadows, his back, her legs splayed, the overt sexuality, the role reversal, her gaze objectifying the man in a way that she is normally objectified. It's a picture to be analyzed for hours.

I finally saw it in person, displayed at Tate Modern's Exposed: Voyeurism, Surveillance and the Camera exhibition, which is quite an interesting show. For those in London, it is on until October 3rd.

What rules you?

Often, when reading interviews about 'fashion people' the inevitable question arises: what are your style rules? Sometimes they are wise words, sometimes they are not. The problem with me and rules, is that I will decide, 'oh, yes what excellent rules to live by' and then promptly, accidentally, forget about them. But there are a few rules (found on Details magazine 'Rules of Style') that are worthy of remembering, scrawling on a scrap of paper, repeating to oneself, even if they aren't explicitly followed. The ones that I like the most are less style rules and more suggestions for living a life well led or ones that simply make me laugh.

I love the back. A beautiful back makes a beautiful front. When you slouch, think about what happens to your front. You have to keep your back in the right position. This is where your spirit lies. Yohji Yamamoto

Classic simplicity always works. Tom Ford

Cheesy music makes a party. Donna Summer or Madonna—that stuff gets people on the dance floor. Then you have to have junk food, done well, because that’s what everyone really wants. Micheal Kors

I’m a big fan of old Shetland sweaters. Anything with a hole or two in it, I feel that it’s worn and loved. Marc Jacobs

The biggest mistake a person can make when dressing is following other people’s advice. It’s up to them. Even if they end up badly dressed, if they're happy, it’s okay. Kean Etro

Style is a question of charm, not nationality. Veronique Nichanian

It’s sad that the cell phone is replacing the watch as a time-telling device. Thom Browne

Cigarettes are a vile, dirty habit. Joints, on the other hand, are perfectly acceptable. Scott Sternberg

Trying to talk with your clothes is passive-aggressive. Rick Owens

And after listing 9 rather good rules, Rick Owens ends with the only rule never to be forgotten:

It's funny—whenever someone talks about rules, I just want to break them. I recoil from the whole idea of rules.

quick view

Polka dots and gap teeth. A room with solely a bed. A bed room. I like that.

(full editorial here)

Aspiration

Whenever I think about letting my fringe grow out, I look to this picture and snip snip snip.

(the sartorialist)

Psssttt....

Everyone needs a summer playlist, huh? Sprinkled with the typical surf pop, hazy lofi flava of summer. I didn't make this one (though that option is under consideration) but it does put one in the appropriate mood. All I need now is some soft-serve. Or some cherries.

(As you'll note there is no best coast in the list - a bit remiss if you ask me, but that's for another playlist- anyway, I just liked their cover art and thought it perfectly representative of that summer feelin.' Also technically this playlist was made for june, but as noted I'm a bit behind the times at the moment...)

And now, the 'June Playlist' compiled by the lovely folks at the equally lovely Tourist Magazine

1. Oh Suzanne by French Kissing
2. What Am I Going To Do by The Dovers
3. Help Me Rhonda by The Beach Boys
4. Tired of Waiting by The Meklight Sisters
5. Leave Everywhere by Toro y Moi
6. Spider Man by Boy or Bison
7. Don't Lie by The Mantles
8. Empty Bones by The Growlers
9. Gentle One by Soft Healer
10. Comin' Back Again by Arches
11. Havalina by Pixies

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