Lurve Fall/Winter 2009

Daul just looks so incredible as a blonde. She reminds me very much of Lulu in the second picture, yeah?

(Fashion Gone Rogue)

Pirate Radio

The best movie I've seen in a good long while with by far the greatest soundtrack.

Photo of the Day

It's hard to tell who's behind those mangy locks, but if I had to venture a guess, I'd say Alison Mosshart. And while I've recently come to realize that she's probably a super conceited bad word in real life, I still can't help but find her incredibly, incredibly hot.

This picture pretty much epitomizes my current state of existence. I've been living in my poncho, reading a whole lot more than usual, and I just got my own mangy locks trimmed for the first time in over three months. However, if someone were to take a picture of me in my continuously disheveled state, it most definitely would not turn out this good.

So... here's to you, Alison. Come back to Nashville so I can drool over you in person.

(10.17)

Fall/Winter 2009: The Pink Blazer

Actually, "pink" does not do this color justice at all. What would you call it? Salmon? Tea rose? Carnation? I don't know what to call it, but I like it. I've said it before, and I'll say it again; the colors used in that Dries Van Noten collection will haunt me until the day I die.

(The Fashion Spot, 4th and Bleeker, Style.com)

Gentlemen Take Note:

A man that knows how to work traditionally feminine touches (i.e. florals, polka-dots) into his wardrobe is A-OK in my book. Just try it. Don't be scared.

(The Sartorialist)

I don't like change.

Change makes me want to run away, forget everything, and start over with a clean slate, which I have effectively done twice thus far in my life. And both times it was fantastic.

I was only in London for one month this summer, and that was three whole months ago, but I'm still having trouble adjusting to living in a city I find so wholly uninspiring. I didn't always find Nashville uninspiring. I used to dream about living here back when I was in Texas. I was really into the whole music scene, which was something that my hometown most lacked. Not to say that I've fallen out of love with music. I've just fallen out of love with the music scene.

So I'll eventually move somewhere else, and then I'll fall out of love with that place, too, and I'll move again, and maybe someday I'll live happily ever after. The end, I guess.

(10.17)

Words (Of Magic)

My Dear Lucy,

I wrote this story for you, but when I began it I had not realized that girls grow quicker than books. As a result you are already too old for fairy tales, and by the time it is printed and bound you will be older still. But someday you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. You can then take it down from some upper shelf, dust it, and tell me what you think of it. I shall probably be too deaf to hear, and too old to understand a word you say, but I shall still be

your affectionate Godfather,

C. S. Lewis

What a perfect outfit...

I asked for this coat for Christmas. I mean, $99? Are you kidding me? Unfortunately, there isn't a Zara anywhere near here. My momma might have to do a little detective work. A lot of detective work.

(Caroline's Mode)