what's to come

Just a few goodies I that will be up in the shop later this week.

dunk me & other well suited pieces

I used to set up my parents projector just to watch all the Super 8 footage my great grandmother took on her many trips around the world. From England to Morocco. Japan to Mexico. Mostly she would film gardens and architecture, but I would wait wait wait for the rare moments when she would capture herself or her travel companions.

Needless to say, I love and have always loved viewing any sort of old film clips. So when I was looking for photos of 1950s suits to inspire the suit I have loosely in created in my head, I was uber excited to find this little clip.

The multi-purposed pieces are lovely. Completely utilitarian minus the blandness I tend to find with those types. I must say though, I'm having a terrible time figuring out the obvious reason for the wing ding! Anybody?

what's to come

Pop in the shop later this week if you like what you see...

dylan & the mop top

For some time now, I've been terribly tempted to chop my hair. Oh and that's not all...chop and perm. Yes. Twice the fright!

It has been a decade since I've permed my mane, and actually before that I think a good decade had passed since my first perm experience. (Which I might add was absolutely horrendous! Perming and cutting it all off in the height of your gawkiness does not make for a happy ending.)

And now the reason for my desire...

Mr. Bob Dylan.


Topped with the fact that Cate Blanchett portrayed him quite nicely in I'm Not There, I have to say I'm inspired.


Wonderfully carefree isn't it? From Rachel-Sarah B.'s flickr collection. I first stumbled upon her lovely do in this photo on Dep's page.


Yet again, gracefully done and oh so feminine. Perfectly spotted on The Sartorialist.

what's to come

Spring is upon us it's true. But I'll forever love neutrals.
Find these lovelies throughout the week in the shop.

to be here

to be here.
drenched in white light.

draped in delicate nightie.

dreaming of escape.
would be bliss.

the ring of wedding cloche

When my dear friend Sheila asked me to be a bridesmaid in her wedding next year, I spent the rest of the morning deliriously happy* perusing the Internet for wedding fashions of all sorts. And oh! what I came across. To my delight, I stumbled upon a slew of photos from the 1920s.

Caroline Reboux, you inspire! Your cloche has brought back my love for milliners and their handiwork. Although, I must say, most of what I was drawn to while searching were actually modified wedding caps and not the true cloche in it's full bell-shaped glory.







*I might add: Overjoyed, elated, happy as a clam, over the moon, tickled pink.