perfection
-immaculately polished cotton candy nails - polka dot lingerie - gold-flecked eyelashes - a well-organised bookshelf - peter pan collars buttoned up - matte red lips - smelling like philosykos
this mouth of yours separates lips, seals kisses, seals fate; premonitions of doom temporarily recede as you climb higher, higher.
you will forget (for the moment) the fallibility of this love which you so dearly cling on to warily through the tempest that is your existence.
wall, notting hill, uk.
I want to live in Bruges.
london calling
after having spent some time in london these last couple of months I have really come to appreciate a very cool, i-live-in-chelsea kind of look: beautifully tailored shirts with billowing sleeves, fur gillets, skinny trousers, suede boots, floppy hats, free-flowing hair. the brief reads: look nonchalant and enigmatic, like you make love to the rolling stones & have the complete works of Thomas Hardy on your bookshelf.
the truth is…
i still dream of you wiping off my ysl red with your mouth and making my limbs dance
ever yours ~
european summer inspiration: cotton shirt tucked into shorts, basket bag. x
she holds herself as if she is beautiful but alas, she is not perfectly formed.
…what good is a figure that does not contort itself in ecstasy?
beauty advice
moisture moisture moisture!
smith’s minted rose lip balm on those pretty pink lips, chanel precision serum around the eyelids, moroccan oil on the ends of your waves, a bottle of evian, extra virgin olive oil, fresh avocados, jurlique balancing daily moisturiser.
beauty is being dewy and looking like you just had an orgasm in a turkish bath with a really hot man.
