Annie Åkerman, West 17th St., New York.
This is the greatest thing I’ve seen on the internet in a munf.
Another day, another photo to fuel my obsession with white Chucks. Did I mention I have a pair of my own now? Turns out if you bang on about something on the internet often enough, a super sweet someone will run out and gift you with the object of your desire, just out of nowhere like that, it wasn’t even your birthday or nothin.
Also, he somehow remembered your shoe size from some awkward 3am conversation you had on a beach weeks ago, where you spoke of the humiliation of not being a size 8, because it was late and you were really nervous and you forgot that handsome men who take you to the beach in the middle of the night are not your blog, so you were just blatantly babbling about clothes by that point.
And that is how you realized that you had somehow managed to snag yrself a pretty sweet dude.
More summer white Chucks, via Elle Street Chic: Paris.
I would love to know what lipstick this is. I use NARS’ Scarlett Empress which is a great, semi-matte ripoff of the Chanel Vamp I could never lay my hands on in the 90s (I could have bought 3 CD singles by totally forgettable Britpop bands for the price of one tube!), but the color is a little too black and not enough berry for my liking, and I get tired of custom-mixing colors every time I wanna wear lipstick, you know?
(via variacje.: Tote bag)
Between her, this girl, and Woody Allen’s niece in Crimes and Misdemeanors, I am feeling a deep need for a pair of all-white Chucks to beat around in all summer. I will gauge the quality of my summer by how filthy and sandy they are at the end of it.
what if this is the summer we all get motorcycles
and when we are done driving them, we take off our helmets to reveal that we are incredibly beautiful ladies, which no-one had expected
and our hair tumbles down our backs and we make wives feel irrelevant
and we sling our helmets over our delicate wrists like cute little modernist handbags
we can even shove our lip gloss and keys in there
it will be our modern version of Jane Birkin’s Easter baskets
Serge Gainsbourg ain’t the boss of us
he’s just a dude who makes nice music
we can be our own ids if we want to
we can rule this town
we are gonna be so hot!
Maya’s sister Greta is just as adorable as she is, and is making me reconsider my baseball drag look from the summer of ‘02 (I had this really great gold satin baseball jacket by — ya heard me — Rocawear, and my sister had a matching one in red. I must have recently seen that Natalia Vodianova editorial or The Warriors or something, and my sister just liked them because, yano, Jay-Z. But I do remember it fondly as pretty much the only time my sister and I agreed about anything fashion-wise since we were sharing Cross Colors t-shirts in middle school).
(via Greta | Turned Out)
Turns out Bust Magazine was right all along, knitting is actually kind of sexy.
(via The Sartorialist)
Would you look at all this high-level layering and nonchalance, our art is evolving every single day.