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Non-criminal creative abandonment: killing creativity, p. 3

[Free People Tattered Up shred slip + Madigan cardigan + Free People coin necklace.] I’m trying to decide why, at this point in my life, I’m so upset I haven’t ended up doing something more creative. The only thing I can reason, outside of general regret, is that something inside me needs to get out. You […]

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(Creative) origin of (boring) species: killing creativity, part 2.

[That slip again! I live in it. And sassy, out-of-character Belle by Sigerson Morrison shoes. Stopping by to visit the Bo for post-work libations. Definitely not cocoon sweater weather here in RVA, but that's what air conditioning bills are for.] Remember No-Face? In an inspiring animé film about a brave little girl defying the odds […]

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The path of most resistance: killing creativity, part 1.

[Hard to see, but insanely good Free People eyelash lace slip in black + a fringed navy suede jacket from Anthro.] This is the first in a series I’ve written on the subject of creativity, broken up somewhat chronologically. Bear with me, and please share your thoughts, as it could help shape the direction of […]

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On weeding and whiling away.

[Dolan Pieced Petal sweatshirt + Rag & Bone zipper cutoffs + Urban Outfitters hat + flutternyc cuff.] Adjusting remarkably well to having about 10% of the workload that I had this time last month. Sort of scary. In the absence of answering emails and never taking lunch breaks and stuff, I’ve transferred most of my […]

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Who relocated my Brillat-Savarin?

[Joie Katrine blouse + Dolce Vita shorts + Joie Dalton suede booties + Rag & Bone hat + Vanessa Mooney] If I had my druthers, every Sunday would be mild and sunny, and every Monday would be quiet and grey. I’m a sucker for serendipitous transitions, because they rarely happen. I’d like to dedicate a […]

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Anatomy of a panic attack.

  [Joie Violette blouse + my fat pants.] I like how in movies the whimpering, panicky old broad always gets slapped in the face. “Get a HOLD of yourself, you daft cow!” There’s a reason it’s become a cliche: because it works. If I’m not talking about paranoia related to procreation, I guess I’m talking about […]

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Real, by design.

[Vanessa Mooney necklace + Rag & Bone floppy brim fedora + LNA shoulder cut-out tee, all via Shopbop + Isabel Marant shorts and old Sam Edelman Louie boots.] I read this article about good ole, wholesome Jane Aldridge in its entirety the other day—a bit of a throwback, but still incredibly fascinating—and have since run out […]

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Flailing in the green room.

[Which We Want origami dress, Need Supply + Rachel Pally shrug + Seychelles booties + Citrine by the Stones tassel necklace] If there’s one thing I envy about men, it’s the “man child” phenomenon that somehow makes not acting one’s age charming. More than charming, magnetic. Independence is mysterious, enviable, and immortal. And good looks […]

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My last name has 9 letters, and other things I never knew.

[Taking a writing & research break to step beyond the walls of the house for the first time in 3 days to walk to Lombardy Market for a Crispin in a can, which I drank on the way home. Shout-out to Wildfox for the sick t-shirt. The road is home.] Life, en iphone, for the […]

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Wodehouse on Wodehouse: Tough love.

[Hanging in the hammock between a Sunday shift at the retail job and hours of copywriting that needed to happen before Monday am. Don't let my gaze fool you. In: Silence + Noise knit sweater, again + Eloise scalloped shorts + Miu Miu platforms + Vanessa Mooney choker.] From The Inimitable Jeeves, by P.G. Wodehouse, […]

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Hey, Bukowski: I can see through your shirt.

[Urban Outfitters Silence + Noise netted sweater // other stuff.] Shit, would you look at that? More pictures from Kauai, just when you thought I was going to show a little mercy. I’m entering my (almost) 34th consecutive hour of work in the last 2 or so days, and for sanity’s sake, I thought I’d […]

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Dashiki will see you now.

  After alienating half the breathing population last week, I thought I’d scale things back with a little post. About a shirt. I pitched my old legit stained dashiki (because I am not legit enough for pit rings that are not my own) and traded it in for this little number from Free People. It’s […]

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