Well. These overalls clearly speak for themselves.
I, mean, I've never met a denim overall I didn't like.
And these by Holt McCall, created by super cutie Southern girl gone to NY and now back to her roots, Tippi Clark are the absolute tops.
The skinny fit, I swear, like a glove.
And when I told
Electric flesh-arrows ... traversing the body. A rainbow of color strikes the eyelids. A foam of music falls over the ears.
- Anaïs Nin || The Diary of Anaïs Nin, vol. 2, entry for Oct. 1937.
Back to my old reads. Little birds. Secret stories. Hidden gems.
Taking my outfit inspiration from that same f
After too many days I'm finally grounded back in New Orleans and sharing a few snaps from my time in Honolulu. I never go this long without posting, and I have to say - my life has taken some interesting new directions as of the recent months and I'm in a place of reseting. That reset feels good, different, s
Photos by Shannon Griffin
sweater and denim provided by Hattie Sparks, vintage T, get your own below
“The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.” ― Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters
I woke up today and it occurred to me:
a. How in the f did we land here?
“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness...” Albert Einstein, 1954
I have these moments. Riding drift wood in plain view.
SILENT SHINE. REFRACTED LIGHT.
Photos by Shannon Griffin
wardrobe provided by Hattie Sparks, sunnies by Derek Lam, platforms similar here
Happiness comes in waves.
In the music
and the movement.
The silent shine. Refracted light.
2,973 hours of the whitest light, later.
And soul-filled shadows.
Orders of importance. At least on Sundays. Which is when my little brother snapped these photos post Southern Design Week brunch.
1. Wake up.
2. Coffee stat. Way.
3. Mimosa. Never. hurts. until tomorrow.
4. These boots.
5. An attempt at a well-dressed situation.
On this particular day, I was hours away from t
I have a lot on my figurative plate. Who doesn't?
Little on the actual plate, because I'm running.
I'm perhaps the most unsettled I've been in a long time,
however feel strangely like a cup of chamomile tea.
I've adopted a new sleep habit of mostly never.
Chugging coffee, like I chug my water.
I woke up this morning with that song from Footloose in my head "my baby, he don't talk sweet, he ain't got much to say" if you don't know it, go find it, sing it in the shower and get Monday off to a sparkles and butterflies level start.
And promptly after waking up and whistling that song in the shower I showed up
1 a..m. obsessing.
By the time I actually count the hands on the clock, we'll be 57 hours
ahead of where this obsession story started.
by the way, are we obsessing over?
The usual line up and a few additional everythings?
..(and I'm switching back to first person, because the other way is