PROSPERO: We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. William Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act IV, Scene 1
These steve madden’s look carelessly tough. And I WANT them.
Kids are great. But… A cat portrait is better.
I miss the Pacific Ocean. Photos here.
What lynn could not understand was the whole business of blood types. She was an “O” type, a cypher, a rarity, really, and she carried this information on a steel plated card worn around her neck. She had a strange dysfunction of the skin and needed this medical information on her person at all times. […]
I wonder what it is about NY that burns me out. I look forward to sleeping till 11 on Saturdays, getting a skim latte with my honey at Oslo and thrifting at 12. (that’s when all the stores open). Remember that vintage place I told you that sells $10 awesome plaid shirts? well, they’ve gone […]
From the Sartorialist. Gloriously simple and divine. The I’ve-just-been-out-in-the-sundrenched-grape- orchards-checking-on-this-season’s-grapes, dear. They look fine. Now light me a fag, s’il vous plait. (fag= cigarette, darlings)