Normally, I'll do a rundown of my favorites from the Oscars red carpet, but honestly, after Brad and Angie showed up, who else mattered? I know my brain internally combusted and couldn't create a coherent thought after they made their entrance, so I'll just make this an ode to Brangelina.
Can someone tell me what universe these people come from? And can I go there?
It is most definitely the weekend. Because it's 1 p.m. and I am red-day to get outta here!
I've been entirely negligent of my baby (sad face) due to busy, busy weeks at work and working on posts for "It was love when", so here is a boatload of images I've been hoarding and meaning to put up. Cause inspiration is the best of gifts, am I right?
And what's been on my mind? Valentine's Day. Most definitely.
And if I had a really great pair of trousers at my beck and call:
Oh, hands down I would wear this on my Valentine's date.
I took a little departure from masculine-feminine, and I've definitely been channeling 3rd arrondissement-Parisian chick -- light, dewy make up with fringe-y lashes and wide eyes and lots of sleek polka-dots a la Stella McCartney. Photos of Valentine's Day to come after the 14th!
"We tell ourselves stories in order to live... We interpret what we see, select the most workable of the multiple choices. We live entirely, especially if we are writers, by the imposition of a narrative line upon disparate images, by the "ideas" with which we have learned to freeze the shifting phantasmagoria which is our actual experience."
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