I’ve been going wooo haaa over hair colour and contemplating on a copper tint of brunette. Nothing drastic, because even if “lifting consciousness is the basis of any real change” (Russell Simmons) I take comfort in the aspect of natural beauty and shy from shifting into territory conflicting recognition and self-love.
(via ineedaguide, @LeLuvette, lookbook.nu)
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Given my horrid hair day (today) I’ve grown a fond appreciation for hats, retiring a tunnel vision approach to the marriage of outfits and accessories witch restricted me to wearing few, if any, in the last year. Yes , like many I prefer an air of simplicity that ushers the outfit into that opportunity concerned with genuine impression. But. I’m admitting the lack of shame in any social gatherings of purposeful and stylish friends.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
The initially lucid idea of assuming both explicit works could coexist is still in question. Thoughts? “… like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements, like people must have problems if, after a while, nobody is dating them. But lonely is a freedom that breathes easy and weightless and lonely is healing if you make it. Perhaps in the interest of loving oneself , perhaps all those sappy slogans from preschool over to high school’s groaning were tokens for holding the lonely at bay. Cuz if you’re happy in your head than solitude is blessed and alone is okay.” _Tanya Davis
The initially lucid idea of assuming both explicit works could coexist is still in question. Thoughts?
Friday, August 19, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Besides the obvious super hero connotations communicated by the optimum fusion of the silhouettes, material and colour blocking in the above pictures … the next few relate in the same respect. Beyonce adopts a wonder woman concept in Dole and Gabbana while Jane Fonda immortalises polka dots.
(Images: swide.tumblr, dailymail, stylecaster)
Monday, August 8, 2011
Dreams are funny things. Especially mine. Channelling and understanding their purpose is a life on its own. A consciousness I availed myself to just today. In realization of the creative abilities I’d often shun… And then I start imagining the inspiration behind some fancy fantasy concepts used to satisfy an appreciating audience.