Of Saints.

And so begins la rentrée. To stave off such awful thoughts as that, I spent a couple of days in Paris. Managed to catch some form of tonsillitis which hasn't fully disappeared. Thank you metro.

Started in Père Lachaise. Eerie and beautiful. The monuments to the concentration camp victims were the most moving.

Stumbled across the All Saints store, newly opened this year, and undergoing some reconstruction when I went in. I can not say enough how much I love this designer. The fabrics are a delight to touch. I managed to walk out with nothing but money in my bank account, but have been pining over the website ever since. Some of my favourites:

Oh this coat this coat this coat. If only I could reason that much money when I only have to suffer four months of cold until I don't need it for years... Did I mention I've been in France for seven months now? It seems ridiculous. Now a few bits of inspiration here and there.

facehunter

lookbook

Farewell summer, thanks for all the good times. I'll see you soon.

Finding Stillness

It's been a while. I've made a million memories. Here's proof.

Drink up, baby, stay up all night;

the things you could do, you won't but you might;
the potential you'll be that you'll never see;
the promises you'll only make.

Drink up with me now and forget all about the pressure of days:
do what I say and I'll make you okay, and drive them away;
the images stuck in your head.
People you've been before that you don't want around anymore,
that push and shove and won't bend to your will...
I'll keep them still.

Drink up, baby, look at the stars, I'll kiss you again
between the bars, where I'm seeing you there,
with your hands in the air,
waiting to finally be caught.

Drink up one more time and I'll make you mine:
keep you apart, deep in my heart, separate from the rest
where I like you the best
and keep the things you forgot:
The people you've been before that you don't want around anymore,
that push and shove and won't bend to your will...
I'll keep them still.

Where ever you are, leave it. What ever you're doing, drop it. Get out and see the world!
(Elliot Smith - Between the Bars)

Inspiration in no particular order.

Too blind to know your best.
Hurrying through the forks without regrets.
Different now, every step feels like a mile.
All the lights seem to flash and pass you by.

via NAST

Check it out! Sun! and crepes. Man they were good crepes..

I door I found on my travels.

Very tame peacock at Leeds' Castle. How exquisite.

Vogue U.S. August 1998 via café mode.

So how's it gonna be.
When it all comes down you're cycling trivialities.

via NAST

via olsen's anonymous

Photography miguel reveriego via kelly smith

Don't know which way to turn.
Every trifle becoming big concerns.
All this time you were chasing dreams,
without knowing what you wanted them to mean.

So how's it gonna be.
When it all comes down you're cycling trivialities.
So how's it gonna be.
When it all comes down you're cycling trivialities.

lookbook

lily donaldson via tfs

Who cares in a hundred years from now.
All the small steps, all your shitty clouds.
Who cares in a hundred years from now.
Who'll remember all the players.
Who'll remember all the clowns.