à la mode

in lieu of NY Fashion Week, this.
no matter some of these are from Spring collections, and no matter that the week is not yet over.

hermès fall 2009

hermès fall 2009

nanette lepore spring 2009

NOT part of fashion week, nevertheless
rugby ralph lauren spring 2009


[edit]:

lacoste spring 2008


alexander mcqueen fall 2009

ralph lauren fall 2009

ralph lauren fall 2009

photographs found on nymag.com, rugby.com

avant la tempête

Oh yes, yes. You are probably thinking that this girl is crazy about her window, and that she is absurd. I sort of am.

I also think that the raindrops that are sitting static on the glass make the street lights look quite pretty, kind of like looking at lights when you are crying. Anyway, it's sort of the calm before the storm in more ways than one.

I actually don't know why I said that. I am not what you would say calm, but I certainly am trying my best. And of course, only to be achieved by listening to a little Valse.



Photographs by lis

et c'est...

love.

Really, really, really - so this is love. I love human physiology.
I hope that for the sake of my exam, physiology loves me too.

My love for physiology has somehow managed to trickle down into the rest of my life. It's supposed to rain, and I can't help but be excited about wearing my rain boots and yellow rain coat and using my new umbrella. I have no time to practice, but I can't help but love my new piece, the Dvořák - it's such a great fusion of classic and Czechoslovakian.

With my current state of being, I would not be surprised if tonight I dreamed of physiology... psychologically twisted that it is.

Ha, like I care.


Photograph by lis

superficiel

edie sedgwick.

How perfect is this comparison to my current state? I'm having trouble focusing. I feel so god awful guilty about it - I want to shop, I want to go out to eat, I want to sit pretty, I want to have lots of time to spend socializing and taking it easy. And while I imagine that life of ease and pleasure, all I see is inevitable failure.

So here it is. I hate thinking like I'm materialistic, but I'm such a girl sometimes, I can't help it... and sigh. Another thing to work on improving.