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A concoction of genius. Here.

So the Thing is

Let me be honest, I have no idea exactly what I want this blog to be. At first, I thought, hey, it would somehow nestle into a file of miscellaneous, but then I thought, no, how about fashion? Photographs and spreads that inspire my every being and make me wish I were in a place where all was right in the world, but no, it soon drifted into my own daily life, sometimes referring to my outfits, my travels, my food. Then suddenly, the blog changed its layout and soon became one of those tumblr ones, the one where only one photo is posted for each entry, and in some artistic way it would become more meaningful, really make an impact on the viewer. Now it, or I, feel a bit lost, it's as if I either want to give up on the blog, cold turkey, or just let it linger and die. Wow, such strong choice of words for such a harmless blog. What to do, what to do. Still, there are moments where I wish I restored it to its original layout, header and all.

The thing is, a blog is meant as an outlet to describe my life the way I would like to describe it, yet it doesn't seem to be doing so. Geez, why do the opinion of others get in the way of one's own personal thoughts sometimes. It blows.

More Valetta

Drawings on the Wall.

Valetta

Brisk Encounter

Left Malta a couple of days ago, can't help but feel a wave of sadness.

The city was like no other; the locals were kind, there was a constant breeze, the pasticizzerias, or more specifically, the Sphinx, did not disappoint, and the sun was so warm. People chose to acknowledge you, there wasn't this sense of hustle and bustle, where people chose not to remember your face from yesterday or brush past you as if they had somewhere to be. People were open, warm, and they recognized you and what you said your plans were, and asked how your rendez vous went and what you planned on doing next. As silly as it sounds, people cared, and that was something incredibly refreshing to familiarize with.

Oh Malta, until next time.

In the Mood for Sun

Looking from my eBay list, it's clear that I have become drawn to white victorian/prairie blouses and dresses, Leica point and shoot cameras, and Robert Clergerie shoes.

I think the world is telling me something...

Somewhere Place by Ryan McGinley. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.

Pink and Yellow

Goodies rediscovered through my archives.

Bambino

I want her brows.
Bambi Northwood-Blyth in Harpers Bazaar Australia

Ohhh Vienna

With your sacher tortes, melanges, and classical music, I think I'm in love.

All in All

Is it just me, but are the past episodes of The Office getting everyone else really emotional? Every time I watch, I get teary...

Sweet Thang

Sprawl

My eyes are itchy. Must be spring.

From Where I'm Standing

This semester abroad has gone by very fast, and I can't help but think what it will be like once I return to Los Angeles and New York. I haven't been home in quite some time, probably due to the past spontaneous summer job, schoolwork and family visits. It's strange to say that I can't but feel torn from wanting to be in a settled situation as to one that has been relatively tumultuous. Sometimes I feel so compelled to jump on to any situation, simply for the fun and thrill of the unknown. Unfortunately, because of obligations and my current commitment to my education, that will all have to wait. Sure, that's why we have summer, to bathe and soak in the warmth, and to "live" our lives; yet sometimes that will not do. Trust me, there has definitely been more than one or two occasions where I ponder what am I going to do once school finishes? Will I get a job right after? Will I move back home? Will I stay in New York? Should I take a year and move elsewhere? What about grad school? It's a lot to consider, but I suppose the infinite possibilities are what keeps me going in this gray and weary time.

Hamburg

Cause you know

Spring Moo'd Board

what I'm feeling for Spring.

images from everywhere-no, really.

Reunited

So for the past few months, I have been lost without my daily fix of AnOther. It happened one cold, windy day in Brooklyn, when I was in studio, skimming my favorite blogs only to find that I was not able to access AnOther's site. I was shaken, jittery even, something inside me snapped. I kept on hoping it was temporary, as I continued to receive their weekly newsletters. However, every single time I went to their site, the screen would appear white with just a few, measly letters spelling out, "Bad URL". It was upsetting; after all, there was nothing I would rather do than click "I Love This" on the site's Loves section.

Anyways, my point is, today has been the first day since November that I have again gained access to the site, and it seriously feels so good.

Stockholm

LOVE

LOVE S/S 2011 The Androgyny Issue

Buy it. Read it. Love it.

Hope everyone had a swell Valentine's Day...I know I did-exhausted, cold, congested, with a soar throat and feet. Real nice. That's what happens on a quick trip to Stockholm lodging on a boat with everything relatively close yet so far, and with a good few inches of snow to keep you going.

On a lighter note, purchased Katie Grand's LOVE Spring Summer 2011 The Androgyny Issue, and I am super pleased with its content. Awesome articles about Riccardo Tisci and Lea T. Check it out.

Sundays