I have said it a million times. But. This summer. Fashion blog of some sort. Finally. Though I don’t think I’m perfectly perky enough to be a “blogger”.. perhaps we’ll call it a… sartorial case study?
In all seriousness, I’m failing, does anybody have any good blog titles besides “The Ivy League Jetsetter”?
Anonymous asked: Are you in law school or undergrad? I always wonder hahahah
…. ahahahah. Don’t you worry, I’m fairly sure my own friends wonder this quite often.
I’m in undergrad, at a school amazing enough to let me start taking classes in the law school early.
Cleopatra’s Underwater Palace, Egypt
I still don’t get why no one is LOSING THEIR FUCKING SHIT OVER THIS FIND
iT SURVIVED THE EARTHQUAKE THAT LEVELED THE REST OF THE CITY IN 365 A.D.
CLEOPATRA’S FUCKING PALACE
WITH INTACT FUCKING STATUARY
NOT TO MENTION THE REST OF THE FUCKING ENTIRE GODDAMN ISLAND OF ANTIRRHODOS INCLUDING THE ANCIENT PORT OF ALEXANDRIA
AND THEY’RE GONNA BUILD A MOTHERFUCKING UNDERWATER MUSEUM
can I be a mermaid tour guide there or some shit, you don’t even have to pay me i will just live there forever oh my fucking god
I told him I was super-depressed because my iPod was dead and I hate walking home from the library at 3am without music. He told me to call him and he’d play the guitar but before I could protest— loudly— he told me not to freak out about it being all mushy and romantic, because he’d play all of my least favourite songs.
I listened to Bon Jovi all the way home.
Give me some bad advice // when the days go and the night comes I’ll still be your Casanova
The Met is the closest thing we have to a school of magic, if you ask me.
Nothing quite compares to New England Architecture
And I’ll never belong anywhere quite like I’ll belong in New England.
I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you.
We can’t jump off bridges anymore because our iPhones will get ruined. We can’t take skinny dips in the ocean, because there’s no service on the beach and adventures aren’t real unless they’re on Instagram. Technology has doomed the spontaneity of adventure and we’re helping destroy it every time we Google, check-in, and hashtag.
Dolce & Gabbana, Winter 2014
Fashion is armor.
"Style is knowing who you are, what you want, and not giving a damn" -Gore Vidal ........................................................... What I love: fashion, books, flying, race cars, adventures, chocolate-chip cookies, the ocean, heels, interior design, landing in a new city at night, mashed potatoes, kicking ass, waffles, sequins, the number 11, fresh bread and olive oil, and walking around the grocery in sparkling heels because I forgot to buy milk.