Friday night: Terry Richardson and Stacy Peralta on their way to the first of four halloween parties this weekend. Now, two costume changes, three parties and four bottles of whine later, I am hangover, tiered and just want to cuddle up and watch Rocky Horror Picture Show. Happy Halloween! (I love this)
I feel like we are standing still. Nothing is happening, and everything is on pause. Why cant we just run out, be reckless, kiss, fall in love, drink ourself drunk, be happy? At least then something would be happening. I am tiered of standing still. It is boring.
Last Wednesday we had our first ever house-party! The night ended outside in the garden, smoking and watching the stars, before going inside again to drink even more (I, on the other hand, fell asleep on the sofa). Good night, good night. The next morning my housemates swore this was the last house-party ever. Apparently they are nothing like the characters in Skins. Oh well, pretty sure we are gonna end up with a halloween-party anyway!
I am obsessed with velvet. The softness, the Lolita-vibe, the innocence yet sexiness; I love it all. Pair a dress in this fabric (preferably dark blue, black or dark red) with high heals and sheer black tights and you have me. While reading Vogue's October issue I came across a picture of a perfect example of the perfect little velvet dress. The designer, was Charles Anastase. One Style.com search later, and I was head over heals in love with his Lolita take on this trend. First thing I am going to do tomorow? Buy fabric to make a dress like this on my own.
Fall 2011, by Charles Anastase
Abbey Lee Kershaw for Rêve by Mania Mania, shoot by Barnaby Roper is seriously on of my favorite SS 2011 campaigns. It is everything that has been going on in my head this summer, and it really makes me want to get my nose pierced. Not that I will ever be brave enough to do that.