it was bought, ironically, a day before my september birthday. i knew exactly when it would be worn.
here i am, minus the five inch heels i would later don, after a treacherous 8 minute walk across highways whilst mid-texting my brother-in-law, in preparation for an epic surprise 30th birthday party for my significant and much better-everything other half.
i told you i like long sentences.
singapore archives / high tea at anti:dote (the fairmont)
missoni scarf / country road top / marc jacobs ring / hermes clic clac h / zara shorts
It’s swotvac. And true to the essence of who I am, I keep confusing one of the disorders that may cause potential qualitative defects in polymorphonucleocytes and aggressive periodontitis (CGD), with a certain favourite French brand, CDG – Commes des Garçons.
faced with the dilemma of four bedrooms, two living areas, four ovens and double vanities, what is one to do? document it.
daylesford / easter long weekend
review fur cape / cue dress / leona edmiston stockings / wittner ankle boots
In a parallel universe, I would be a perfumist, creating the illegitimate child of Black Orchid and Ylang 49. That’s my latest crush – Le Labo. And at $390 per 100mL, I must be intoxicated. By love.
lover the label dress / willow coat / hermes clic clac h / chanel bag
It’s my favourite month – birthday month, but it doesn’t feel like spring.
singapore botanic gardens
zara dress / lovisa choker / nike roshe shoes / chanel earrings / jonathan saunders sunglasses
He is risen / He is risen indeed!
“Christianity, if false, is of no importance, and if true, of infinite importance. The only thing it cannot be is moderately important.”
– CS Lewis
willow wool coat / seed heritage white jumpsuit-culottes / cropped black turtleneck
“‘What’s old Fritz up to, eh?’ he said soothingly to one of the smaller, more frightened children. ‘Trying to stop me getting my beauty sleep?’ The Germans always came singularly for Mr Miller in the person of Fritz and Jerry, Otto, Hermann, Hans, sometimes Adolf himself was four miles up dropping his high explosive.”
– Life After Life (Kate Atkinson)