[That slip again! I live in it. And sassy, out-of-character Belle by Sigerson Morrison shoes. Stopping by to visit the Bo for post-work libations. Definitely not cocoon sweater weather here in RVA, but that’s what air conditioning bills are for.] Remember No-Face? In an inspiring animé film about a brave little girl defying the odds alongside a hot dude who… View Post
[Hard to see, but insanely good Free People eyelash lace slip in black + a fringed navy suede jacket from Anthro.] This is the first in a series I’ve written on the subject of creativity, broken up somewhat chronologically. Bear with me, and please share your thoughts, as it could help shape the direction of my figuring this all out…. View Post
August 10: spinning Last Tango in Paris score. Because a bloated Marlon Brando is still Marlon Brando. Sort of. -C.
[Dolan Pieced Petal sweatshirt + Rag & Bone zipper cutoffs + Urban Outfitters hat + flutternyc cuff.] Adjusting remarkably well to having about 10% of the workload that I had this time last month. Sort of scary. In the absence of answering emails and never taking lunch breaks and stuff, I’ve transferred most of my energy into running again and… View Post
[Joie Violette blouse + my fat pants.] I like how in movies the whimpering, panicky old broad always gets slapped in the face. “Get a HOLD of yourself, you daft cow!” There’s a reason it’s become a cliche: because it works. If I’m not talking about paranoia related to procreation, I guess I’m talking about anxiety. It’s my thang; I’m… View Post