Walking to work in the snow one day I was smoking and the taste for some reason reminded me of the black devil chocolate cigarettes I smoked In Poland this summer. I desperately felt like traveling again. I was fantastically lonely this summer, and felt like I did when I was a little friendless girl. Still I'm hopelessly contended when in my own I company...
I wish for a more decadent life, in big rooms with colored glass an red lighting. gypsyish sixties muzak, red wine and dark chocolate. never cold, though only wearing heavy silk robes and uncomfortable oriental slippers. I realize I'm describing some sort of bordello but I have (like most) been heavily indoctrinated from birth to confuse eroticisms and prostitution. I want to drink tea and smoke elaborate pipes, read old books and quote de Sade and Masoch far more frequently than I do now.
Europe is to cold to really travel anywhere comfortably at the moment, but If I had a big fur coat, and a broach, and a fatalistic approach then I would be a
good morning to the ugliest curtains in the world
if I where a girl...
a model child for my fashion blog
this season: sprout
insider tip from fashonista C. Lilleheil: the toast iron it this years quintessential accessory