deerheart.

been thinking about animals a lot lately.

preferably deer, wolves and lynxes.

pictures via weheartit, flickr and googlesearch

valium blues baby.

been spending the past days in some kind of pleasant delirium.

once again: what an amazing talent is jason parry?

I'm thrilled to find his latest shoots in my inbox. always.

after getting used to the blunt fact, I'm planning my free period to be a nice mix of work and play, which is an easy thing to say as I love the work I'm doing.

let's say being a tambourine girl is pretty neat.
as well check out caroline's site, I'm excited to be modelling her pieces for her upcoming lookbook.

and there's gold falling from the ceiling of this world

yesterday I:
wore the sex dress and the gorilla costume. took the cab far too often. wore the most amazing fake lashes. read my text, secretly cursing myself for taking the handwritten version with me. lost various sparklers. realized that lately I might love the idea of being in love a little more than actually being in love. didn't feel like talking to people. danced with myself most of the time with my eyes closed. decided to lay down and relax a little on a couch at some point. fell asleep. woke up to the sound of the beatles' 'I want to hold your hand'. took another cab to a friend's place to empty her flatmate's fridge sitting on the kitchen floor.

today I:
woke up in a friend's bed in full make up (including said lashes' awesomeness). made my way home feeling like a fuzzy creature of night in harsh contrast to the working population. am getting used to the fact of my first semester being over already. counting on the magic powers of healing earth in facials. cannot wait to get my head into the projects I have ahead of me during the free period. will probably finish the day in some karaoke bar.

right now I'm sitting on my window sill waiting for the pizza I ordered, filling my lungs with the air that despite the melting snow holds a subtle note of sunshine, soon to be returning migrant birds and sleeping bulbs.
h&m dress, weekday shoes, random jewelry

how could anyone not love your cold black heart

currently listening to this. because it feels like spring. and the girl recorded the whole album in her freaking kitchen.

now to some actually fashion related topics, since after all I guess this still is a fashion blog:
amongst my friends this dress is referred to as 'the sex dress'.

I casually picked it up some time ago after a course, because it was on sale and my size and I'm now growing a rising obsession to it, basically because it is pretty unusual for me to wear something that actually shows off my silouette.

I have a thing for everything oversized, mainly because it makes up for the lenght that all of my dresses are lacking and it allows me to throw on a cascade of rings pretending I'm still casual.

anyways, with my reading and the afterparty approaching I figured this might be the dress for the night.

if anyone won't be fond of my text, the viewing pleasure still is undeniable.

and pretty wicked, let's face the obvious.

a little downside I could find in the amazingness that is black, lace, bodycon is that it is a serious case of bodyconsciousness.

meaning I'm staying away from the cake (which is all I seem to live off these days) for the time being.

h&m dress, urban outfitters sleep mask

her remains were spread out like the pieces of a puzzle

for the time being, the wild nights have been traded for long hours spent inside writing and scattering apple/almond tea bags throughout the apartment. I can't say the isolation bothers me much as I enjoy spending time alone so much I would easily become an eremite if I didn't have friends to push me out into the real world, and there really is nothing tempting about the ever so icy weather situation outside of my window.
as well there's hardly anything creating more rapture than seeing your concepts taking form which to me means I will be reading parts of my texts in public soon.
a pleasant side effect of the hours spent all by myself is constantly losing touch with reality more which allows me to wear insanely fuzzy capes and unnecessary glasses outside.
so obviously the omnipresent gloom does me well, still I can't deny flicking through my planner's pages now and then making plans for the desired time when nothing that disonnects me from the spring air is a barely-there dress whose state of non-existence is perfectly justified by the windchill factor.
glasses by urban outfitters, vintage cape

hummingbird go

I usually don't give much attention to male models but while spending this gloomy afternoon smoking, flicking through QVEST and vibrating from the strong coffee my flatmate produced I couldn't quite take my eyes off this lad.

might be that I read too much salinger lately but in case someone aims to picturize his work some time soon, I think this guy would make a neat zooey glass.

model: dylan forsberg

source: QVEST photo spread 'from boy to man'

they look at danger laughing their heads off

a gazillion of essays and presentations to prepare. occasional disobedient behaviour. oreo flavoured café latte with marshmallow topping. annoying fringe outgrowth. obsessing over the virgin suicides the book.

ps: how weird is it that tinypic removed two pictures of a recent post because of partial nudity?

sources: hedi slimane diary and various