2 years ago
Thursday, April 23, 2009
always improving things...I knew this one needed the collar fixed and a bow right from the start, I just wasn't quite sure how to go about it. Today it just popped out. POP! And let me tell you, I couldn't be more thrilled. This is pretty much everything I love about dresses all rolled into one: slightly fetish but with plenty of class, faded and worn out, and something about that olive green velvet takes me to a world of Emily Dickinson and ghosts in the attic. This might also be because I've been giving Emily Dickinson some thought lately...not her poetry, but her existence. I am bemused by the stuffily feminine notion of secluding herself from society to sit in her room at write poetry. I am impressed with the eccentricity of existing secretly and conducting social relations through the post...or online if we are to catupult this concept into the 2000's. Possibly I ponder such things because I spend the majority of my mornings and early afternoons creeping about in my basement...and I like it.
Posted by Caitlin at Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Sorry, I couldn't help it. We got 'em. Figured it out, shut them down. Even Shane Battier's smarts, Yao's size/accuracy and Artest and Brooks and Von Wafer's shooting couldn't keep us down tonight. Boom. Brandon on fire. LaMarcus is back. Oden and Przybilla double trouble. Rip City, friends. Rip City.
Dress: Riot Siren & the Quiet Collector
Shoes: Shola's private collection // shola.endingthealphabet.org
Photo: Steep Street Studio // steepstreet.blogspot.com