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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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C + C on the road: Key West adventures.

Sometimes, you just need to forget about your bank balance and get away. Rob had a helluva year, so for his birthday this year I surprised him with a quick jaunt down to Key West. He didn’t know where we were going until we got to Charlotte airport and I walked him up to the […]

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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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Two days by the bay.

[360 Sweater via Shopbop.com.] N.B. I’m maybe the last sucker with an iPhone 4, so this is going to be a bunch of shitty pictures. But whatever. I didn’t really think about this last waylay in San Francisco in terms of the last time I’d been there. Definitely didn’t pause to do many then v. […]

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Cameron · 2011 · “Clos Electrique” · Pinot Noir · Dundee Hills, Willamette Valley, Oregon

2011, in Oregon, was one of those years that was basically declared a disaster before fruit even started rolling in. Oh, but what a mistake it was if you were one of the defeatists. Sugar levels were low and botrytis was an issue, but after a lifesaving Indian summer and super long fruit hang times, […]

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