Tropic of Capricorn

Abercrombie and Fitch dress, Sergio Rossi shoes, Louis Vuitton bag, Céline sunglasses

Arose from Her Couch of Snows

Theyskens' Theory jacket and pants, Alexander Wang shirt, Balenciaga clutch, Christian Louboutin heels

Carrying over the white on white pantsuit through the fall and winter and probably way beyond that seems like a prospective idea right now. I can't say I held the clutch upside down on purpose. Not a bad idea for a change though. This wispy, meshy net of a shirt with its almost awkward  leather cuffs and collar confuses me more every time I put it on. What does Alexander Wang expect me to do with this thing? I guess just that. 

I'm Going to that Corner There and Turn

Forever 21 shirt and vest, Alexander Wang shorts, Roger Vivier bag (Prismick), Prada shoes

It's an illusion, this pairing of a white shirt and sleeveless tux vest. This is the best way I know to trick people into thinking you're wearing a white blazer without sacrificing sheer sleeves that give the feeling of nothingness against the skin. Two pieces are better than one. I know I have been wearing copious amounts of black and white lately because I have always loved that and this season is highly focused on black on black, white on white, black on white, white on black. Permutations. Also, sartorial architecture in the form of perfectly structured and sharply tailored jackets over white shirts with slim cropped pants, all things with the potential to merge with menswear but have pretty, feminine details to prevent them from doing so.

The Next Seashore

Forever 21 shirt, Ksubi shorts, Mont Blanc belt, Balenciaga sandals

Staring out at the water and running to save my sandals from the waves was fun. I should come to the beach more often, more like every day, considering I live five minutes away. The more of the world I see, the smaller it feels and it's a comforting thought to know where everything is. Maybe because staying in one place too long makes you feel like the globe's dimensions are boundless or so little that it's like everywhere outside of where you live doesn't even exist. Kind of like zoning in on the sea, wondering how far or close the next seashore is.

Quiet as the Forest

Theory top, Ksubi shorts, Chloé boots, Eugenia Kim hat, Mont Blanc belt, YSL ring

Hiking around apparently asking for a clump of sap to step in with assurance that it is viscous enough to cement Chloé boots to the ground. Not so fast, I wouldn't even consider leaving barefooted without them although doing so at this site sounds fun. It was pretty close to happening while I was balancing on that tree stump that had an irregular, partly sap-coated face. As for the hat, I somehow feel like a masked magical pirate nymph princess when I wear it like this. That's a fairly confusing reflection on something so basic but the rawness of the doubled rope detailing and the option to instantly slant the brim accordingly leaves much to the imagination. Especially mine.