I have found, yet another, creative / talented girl to be crushing on and admiring. Is there a diagnosis for someone such as me? Over the last year or so I've heard Brie Welch's voice many a time via one of my favourite podcasts, Garance Dore's Pardon My French, but somehow failed to put two… Continue reading the dreamy life and style of brie welch.
( This is as far as my shocking poetry skills go - you will hear no more after this, promise ). I wish I could make up my mind. I wish I could do everything. I wish I could be busy. I wish I could be peaceful. I wish I could move away from the… Continue reading i wish :: a start to the year.
The other day was significantly, and very depressingly, uninspiring. If I can flick through Pinterest without some sort of excitement it is definitely bad ( normally I have to set myself a time limit because I get so carried away in it all ). Not even chocolate helped. If my eyes weren't so exhausted from all… Continue reading find your dream :: grace bonney.
Pandora Sykes has been on my radar, hanging in the peripheral, for quite some time now. There's always an envy-inducing street style image in Tommy Ton's fashion week compilations, and a hair cut to wish for. In the last couple of weeks though, this one-sided relationship has gone to the next level. Bordering obsession, but… Continue reading find your dream :: pandora sykes.
Previously I have reflected on the perfected personal style of Jasmine Dowling, as well as my fangirling habits. But now I want her job ( / life ). One thing you should all know about me in advance - for some reason, I have an innate dream of living the freelance life and it's been… Continue reading find your dream :: jasmine dowling.
I need to give my brain a moment to dump its current thoughts and swirlings down unknown portals and rabbit holes. All I dream of right now is getting out of the city, in a van ( with built-in bed, preferably of the Kombi variety ), driving along the coast with no phone reception. No… Continue reading right here, right now.
Every morning when I go to the gym ( every morning is a loosely held term right here, but #goals ) my bag is quite literally filled to the brim with outfit and face things. Like, it's a real struggle to close. And that's without including the required towel or skipping rope at times. The… Continue reading italian for a day 2.0.