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

(full editorial here)

On disappearing

She just finished school and didn't know what to do with herself. She packed a small duffel with jumpers and skirts and went over to grand-mère's, hoping the clutter and eccentricities of the surroundings would clear her mind.

To be honest, I don't know if this webshoot for Another (styled and photographed by my favorites of favorites, Camille Bidault-Waddington) has made the blog rounds in the past month since I have been completely removed from the blogging world for quite some time. I know that the blog has lain quiet before but never for this long and I've always kept up with my Reader. But since I finished exams (at the end of May!) I haven't posted a post or read a blog.

Currently I have 1000+ posts to read. It wasn't particularly purposeful, I just found that I felt no compulsion, no desire to know what was going on. I blame oversaturation perhaps. Seeing the same editorial over and over, seeing the same girl wearing the same thing even though she was a different girl. The internet and the way it has provided for the democratization and globalization of fashion is an interesting thing. Not a bad thing, but sometimes it overwhelms me, especially as an active participant. I get bombarded with images of people and their internet lives and it freaks me out. So I had to step away.

This blog has no purpose. It has no theme, no direction, no particular point of view. Just me and my quite random thoughts and desires. So when I have no thoughts, desire or inspirations it goes quiet. But I think I'll always come back. If anyone happened to stick around, thanks. Sorry for being wishy-washy.

And now to note: this editorial is everything I do love: A timeless simplicity that could similarly yet contrarily be described as a sort of 70s minimalism, all set in a charming haberdashery of a flat. And that is all.

Haphazard Interiors

While I constantly claim that my student lifestyle relegates my interior design aesthetic to nil, I recently realized that it is more laziness than lifestyle. I don't have a design-point-of-view, rather my apartment is made up of furniture that was already there and Ikea necessities. I didn't think I was much of a nester, but when looking around my flat the other day, I realized I do have an aesthetic: haphazard. Books piled every which way on the bookshelf, a mantle overflowing with candles, pictures, and more books, a desk overrun with jewelry boxes that are over run with jewelry. Haphazard...or maybe just messy, but I kind of like it, which is why I was drawn to the various interiors in these editorials shot by Hugh Stewart . They are all a little scruffy round the edges, the eye darts around at all the visual stimuli, a bit like a Victorian haberdashery, disorganized but lovely just the same.







Photographs by Hugh Stewart found at kris atomic

Star Bright

One of my favorite things about going home is being away from all the light pollution of the city, and being able to look up and actually see the stars. Sure it's not as dark as it could be, but there is only one street lamp on my cul-de-sac, and the only thing really blocking my view of the sky is all the surrounding trees.

That's why I'm in love with these Astrostar projectors. I want one so to replicate the night sky in my living room, and get a bit dizzy from the overwhelming amounts of twinkle.

One day, I will...

One day, I will have a library. Filled with books, from ceiling to floor. With a ladder for the most unreachable, but still desirable, tomes that grace the top shelf. Bugger off, Kindle.

Interior Envy

GAAAH. Do you know how badly I want to be 'grown-up' enough to live in a space that I can actually get my hands on and decorate to my every whim and fancy? SO BADLY. Right now I live in a pretty amazing apartment, with stairs in the hallway and shabby chic charm to the brim; however, my landlord used to live in the apartment, and so is kind of attached to it, meaning no painting, no holes in the wall, no fun. Though I may have poked a hole or two, hey a cuckoo clock must be hung, I have been relatively quiet in changing anything. Plus, my life is a bit transient right now, and so I'm not one to completely invest myself into a place without knowing whether I will be there in a year. So, whenever I see supercool apartments, I have serious interiors envy. I have notes everywhere on inspirational places, and here's another added to the list: Gemma Ahern's apartment (fully photographed at Design*Sponge). When the time comes, and I have money and a space of my own to completely reconstruct, I have to have this wallpaper. I want floor-to-ceiling bookshelves anyway, but this wallpaper may be an awesome alternative while I build my library...