Pensive autumn inspired style.
“Certain places seem to exist mainly because someone has written about them. Kilimanjara belongs to Ernest Hemingway. Oxford, Mississippi belongs to William Faulkner, and one hot July week in Oxford I was moved to spend an afternoon walking the graveyard looking for his stone, a kind of courtesy call on the owner of the property. A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his image…”
Joan Didion, “In the Islands”
There’s something in the air. A crispness, shrug on that extra-large cardigan you’ve been saving, get yourself a fuzzy blanket, have eggs and soldiers in bed. Things are getting cold-er here in Riyadh. There’s something about winter that demands that you feel it. There’s a certain romance about winter – A new beginning, a new season, a new life. If only we had snow…
We know that solitude is very important in any human’s life, and girls, oh girls, need it most. When life gets hard, when the tough gets going, know that in every decision little may it seem, you’ve made progress. I’ve been re-watching My So-Called Life, the epic 90s ill-fated series that was cut short in the prime of its youthfulness.
Angela Chase’s voiceovers should be collected in a book of how to speak to oneself and excel at it! After watching a few episodes, everything fit into its place, it didn’t seem astonishing for my ‘style’ mood to rush into a 90s haze. I even cut my locks into the same bob I had when I was 10 years old.
Coincidence, much? I, you, me – we are all seeped in nostalgia. Take our current preference for the beauty of everything vintage, fashion, music, and art, from platform mules to crop tops, ankle socks, shirt-dresses, mini backpacks, flares, from 60s pop music to art deco furniture.
It’s not just about being a hipster and rejecting the new because it’s too new or mainstream. It’s an actual physical reaction to our high-tech-orientated world of instant, on one scale, and boredom on the other. Through it all, romancing oneself, visiting previously known and loved spaces of mind is perennial.
Get to know yourself, invite yourself to lunch, talk to your soul, dress for yourself, stop depriving yourself from small pleasures, and most importantly let go of the baggage.
This afternoon I inadvertently celebrated the romance of being alone when I found myself… alone. I made a cup of tea, and ate a perfect piece of chocolate cake, and listened to Francoise Hardy’s records. Now this is happiness in all its glory.
Green Quixote Cat Eye Sunglasses
Webby Leather Sandal
by Miu Miu
Set of two Fairy Tale books:Hans Christian Andersen and the Brothers Grimm
Organic Wool Lace Up Front Charley Sweater
by Isabel Marant