A few years ago, I had a line from T. S. Eliot's Four Quartets tattooed down my leg. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever read—at the still point of the turning world—which completely consumed me then (and now, still). Perhaps it was because I craved stillness. I was chasing, always. Running ... Read More
Currently Coveting
Window-shopping, the birthday edition. Realistically, I probably could've picked up some version of this (either oversized in cut or obscenely cropped; no in-between) while I was at the (Jersey) shore this weekend, but Réalisation Par's 90s silhouettes are bar none. This probably would've ... Read More
Five Things (4.1.22)
1. I’m writing this from my parent’s home (the wood of the dining table is a dead giveaway of how aesthetics have shifted between generations) and no matter how old I get, I always resume the role of Child the moment I see them. My dad picked me up from the airport with a takeout container of dinner ... Read More