4.20.2010

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Golden cuff watch, Relic; Black watch, my brother's; White silk blouson, Beyond Vintage; White cotton shorts, Ann Taylor; Bracelet, vintage necklace wrappe Brown flap bag, Vintage Coach; Black t-strap shoes, Frye.

4.16.2010

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Black sunglasses with metal inset, Proenza Schouler, White tuxedo shirt collar, diy; Black silk tee, Jones NY; Blue stones necklace, gift from India; Silver branch necklace, flea market; Black t-strap wedges; Charlotte Ronson; Gray pepita "play" trousers, Acne.

Sometimes a girl can get carried away by a seductive idea. But those can be the best mistakes. A good mistake? Yes. It's the ones that don't lea to the expected negative results but take you on a different path, so that you can move on. Or at least, results are unexpected. They frustrate you. So mad and confused, they put you back on square one, and test your creativity.

There was a certain fancy men's shirt. Perfection for a new shirtdress. It would be turned into the one. It was fancied and flirted with. A peek would be taken from inside a red duffel where it lived. Je would glance, bat eyelashes and pretend je was not looking. A romance was born. "Oh, oversized tuxedo shirt, you will be made for me.", je whispered. "I am all you want and more." it would smirk with a hint of shyness.

The time came when the measurements and the pattern. It stroked my hair and said,

4.12.2010

because there was no "after"

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Tree bark print silk tunic, A Common Thread; Black embellished silk skirt, Robert Rodriguez; Men's black Leather band watch, yard sale; Silver branch necklace, flea market; Burgundy patent bag, Marino Orlandi; Black t-strap pumps, Charlotte Ronson; Brown sunglasses, Gucci.


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After spending way too much time researching on irrelevant topics... pffffff --there was no after.

This brain does not function under sleep deprivation. It puts up a sign that says "Gone fishing" and hangs it right on the door to the place where I can make cohesive thoughts and not write run-on sentences like this one.

Therefore, today is a strange day in which bicycle riding becomes a hazardous and potentially lethal activity. And this girl was so excited to meet with her awesome Dr. research boss sir. Mhm. Mhmm. I hear ya. Mkay brain. Manana will be a new day, mmkaay?

Besos y abrazos,

The Girl who obsessed too much at The Atelier's Closet

4.09.2010

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Lavender chiffon dress, See by Chloe; Velvet on wood platform sandals, Nine West; Black enamel on golden ring, F21 (go baby!); Tiny silver vintage watch, Bulova;

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When a young woman thinks she's seen it all under the sun, the time has come for her to change her perspective. Fast. Especially if we refer to a certain town's sun. Say, if we live in a pretend-city kind of bigger town. Perhaps said lady must look at the particular town from a different height?

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Sure, the height can change with pretty velvet and wood heels. Or maybe through the airiness of the perfect floaty little chiffon dress. Or maybe with winged little swallow jewelry. But how about height that makes a lady happily more fit? Perhaps that height can also eliminate any gym membership (to open funds for shopping!).

Well, yes, mon amour, a new old bicycle has been acquired and repaired. Can you read me smiling? It looks something like this =D !!!

After the mandatory 2-hour bike ride that every new bike owner must demand... and the consequent fall, said old bike had to be repaired yet again.

Can you still read me smiling? =D. Yes, Je suis covered in bruises and feel more in shape, and love this this little acquisition. Of course a small town is much better on bike! This is a wonderful new perspective, indeed.