so, for a while things were cold, they were scared down in their holes. the forest that once was green was colored black by those killing machines. but she and her furry friends took down the queen bee and her men.

Fendi – Bringing teal to the mix.

 

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i watched you laugh when you walked out through door, couldn’t save you from yourself. haven’t seen that smile for such a long while. don’t do this to me again.

Camel at Dries.

Dries Van Noten AW13.

 

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the bravest man in the universe is the one who has forgiven first, yeah. shame on me, shame on you. it’s up to us what we say and what we do.

Beautiful look book and tailoring at Berluti AW13, I hear the presentation was amazing too.

 

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sparrow and wolf lay as still as the blades of the grass like worn leather boots, of colour and size that would last. caught them a lark in a trap, and each held a wing then they tore it apart, before that small bird could sing.

Great coat at Bottega Veneta AW13.

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when i need the shelter, i’ll know just who to call. when i need the shelter, i’ll be knocking on your door but when it comes to dying, i’ll do it on my own. i’ve never been too clever, i’ve always just hung on.

“I wanted to do something more modern, more futuristic,” – Damir Doma on his AW13 collection. I personally miss the slouch but these two are keepers.

 

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awakened by the sound of a screaming owl. chasing leaves in the wind, going where we’ve never been. said goodbye to you my friend, as the fire spread. all that’s left are your bones that will soon sink like stones.

Chanel Iman for Allure mag ’10

 

via Haw-lin.

look who makes their own bed, lies right down within it and what will you have left? out on the front doorstep drinking from a paper cup. you won’t remember this.

Bunny Bisous.

 

everything must start again anew, everything just goes that way my friend. every king knows it to be true that every kingdom must one day come to an end.

tommy.

no one likes to be alone coming down on the telephone. across the city across the sea, come back baby connect to me. wrote you a letter sent to your heart, backwards rewinds to the start.

forever and always my favourite rodarte collection. autumn winter 2008.

tonight, let me handle this affair. let me handle this affair, there’s no ending. light fades in my eyes i don’t want nobody to burn my hollywood. every sunday i go to hollywood it’s worth waitin ‘to see the midnight show.

I finally fell in love with the isabel marant trainers.

jak and jil.

it’s a silent taxi ride away but it’s everything to get you there. you’ll know when you are bitten-shy but still you will return my stare. from a crush of blushing brides-to-be you barely have a blossom on, your eyes betray your diaries. you’re a girl in this vicinity.

kim noorda for ellery resort ’11 shot by darren mcdonald.

it took a second to register up in my branium, my dome, my head, my skull, my cranium. my eyes have had enough, it was time to do some talkin. i had to creep through the hound-dogs that were stalkin.

“fei fei wears coat junya watanabe, jumper stella mccartney, dress proenza schouler, white skirt commes des garcons, skirt celine, socks prada, shoes jeffrey campbell.”

now serving.

i know what you’re here for now. word’s out, you’re an ideal whore now. now don’t you crush on me, I’ll see you in your pipe dreams whether or not you know it’s true you are who they dictate to.

marc jacobs s/s ’12 metal heel oxford via exit magazine online.

the first i’ve seen of the metal heel trend for men. and a slight departure from what i’ve seen on the streets, subtler and more hardware-esq. i approve.

if i hear another song about angels, if i see another feather on the dumb-box i’m gonna go to babylon and get me some whiskey. gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now.

Slouchy jumpers and straight, simple, oversized blazers are the new look at Raf Simons this season. I also like the neatness of the double collar, I haven’t seen that done as subtly as this before with the tie underneath.

you’ve been hanging with the unloved kids, who you never really liked and you never trusted but you are so magnetic, you pick up all the pins. never committing to anything.

Huns on the runway at damir doma, succulent reds and delicious greys paired with fluffy fur gilets. It is definitely different from Doma’s usual drapey goodness but an interesting one, I do hope the departure isn’t permanent though.

there’s a black crow sitting across from me; his wiry legs are crossed and he’s dangling my keys he even fakes a toss. whatever could it be that has brought me to this loss? on your back with your racks as the stacks as your load. in the back and the racks and the stacks of your load.

Another apology for lack of posts lately I have been very much neglecting my online presence. I haven’t even been keeping up with fashion month, shame on me! But a well needed lazy Saturday (and now Sunday evening as it turns out for me to finish the post) has put me back in a normal state of mind and it was straight onto style.com for a catch up. The first in my bi-annual fashion week spamming is the glorious new men’s collection from Costume National. The stand out pieces in this collection were definitely the outerwear. Sumptuous jewel coloured wools and even a turquoise leather coat (usually not a fan of coloured leather unless it’s a bag). All this emerald and sapphire goodness in sharp suiting suits me just fine thank you please.

met him on the train one day when i was wrapped in pain. he said i love you in more ways than i’ve ever heard and before i got his name i thought that it might be okay to use for service to take some pain away.

grey and winter white reminders from a/w ’10. the fog has started in london, the pixar christmas decorations are up on regents st. it’s definitely that time of year again. cue mulled wine and minced pie in hand.

that and dior homme.

trip take a look take a lick from a new walk, i’m digitally black that’s fat now feel the function. rise to the rhyme line you and i waiting to jump and now we get forced to the forefront i’m used to the armada kicking karma to capitals.

pilati is the don.

tommy ton for gq.com

they say that the world was built for two, only worth living if somebody is loving you baby, now you do. singing in the old bars. swinging with the old stars. living for the fame, kissing in the blue dark, playing pool and wild darts, video games.

actual genius in the form of celine inspired skateboards. this is coming from my new blog find/love (i feel so out of touch as it has been around for everrrrr) stop it right now. check it.

next stop is to make me a snowboard? pretty please?

jayne i salute you!

knowledge of self is like life after death with that you never worry about your last breath. death comes, that’s how i’m living. it’s the next days, the flesh goes underground. the book of life, flip the page.

love this style, a maxi dress with a hood is ideal in my eyes right not. perfect for these colder november days we are starting to get when you can’t be arsed wearing tights. chunky sock and wedge is all you need. sorted.

ilaria nistri.

waves crash along battered lonely lighthouse. tomorrow she’s gone and if not, someday, somehow. are these hands a waste? well this side of mortality is scaring me to death.

after fashion week, the shows have dried up. i will now stop helping with the fashion spamming happening on the internet. back to a bit of everything pretty interspersed with fashion. until next season.

i bring you hayden and a beautiful photograph that i sadly do not know the photographer of so if you know please do let me know.

fuck yeah hayden via fuck yeah goths.

day light disappears from sight, sun bleeds on the bricks and brings forth the night. the red serenade give shade to backstreets, heads adjust the eq.

ah chloe, you’ve done it again. beautiful simplicity. and one of the only designers this season to use the cut-out trend without revealing the breasticles. love that first jumper.        

i wrote to you last night because I couldn’t sleep. my conscience felt the paradox of law between the sheets. when i woke up this morning i knew i had a song to sing but I’m too scared to sing it now. there’s no time for daydreams.

everyone should be wearing silk jammies and strappy high heels for s/s ’12. christophe says so and so it shall be. christophe lemaire that is, or mr. hermes to you.

it’s got to happen. this is a much more refined version of this look than we have seen in the past from the likes of dolce and celine (although still in love with phoebe’s colour block beuts).

praise to silk taffetta! my new favourite thing.

hey, being with you is a top priority. ain’t no need to question the authority. chairman of the board, the chief of affections. you got mine’s to swing in your direction. hey, you’re like a hip hop song, you know? bonita applebum, you gotta put me on.

wonderful colours and cut out detail at vuitton. and even mossy makes an appearance!

the coat in the first image is so nearly wrong but manages to take my fancy too. maybe paired with a different dress though.

and the days go by like a strand in the wind. in the web that is my own, i begin again. said to my friend, baby, nothin’ else mattered he was no more than a baby then. well he seemed broken hearted, something within him.

carlos campos goes minty for s/s ’12. i do love these shades of green, actually thinking of using them on the walls of my flat. i especially like the faint polka dot seen on the 1st and 3rd shirts and the accompanying off centre trouser fastenings.

beyond repair, there is nothing to say. save some fading regrets yet i can’t be without this. beyond repair, there is nothing to say. save some fading regrets, yet…

absolutely adore haider ackermann’s new collection. the tailoring was impeccable and different, the fabrics (lots of silk taffeta esq. beauties that i usually don’t like) and the prints blew me away. yes.

you’re sharp as a knife and you fit like a glove. that is no way to live, that is no way to love. full of fear in your skin and the weakness in giving in. you’re stabbed in the back but you feel no pain.

cute little people at akris s/s ’12.

Loving the prints. Some of the rest of the collection is a little…see-thru…but the prints, yes.

i crouch like a crow contrasting the snow, for the agony, i’d rather know. cause blinded i am, blindsided. peek in…into the peer in i’m not really like this… i’m probably plight-less.

a departure from the rouland mouret that i know. looser, floatier, more romantic look mixed in with his fail-safe body con wonder dresses. i think that my not completely flat stomach could get away with these beauties.

my hands shake, my knees quake. it’s every day, the same way ’cause then came you, then there’s you. i keep your picture in my worn through shoes. then there’s you then came you. when i’m lost i look at my picture of you.

a lovely moment at the end of giorgio’s collection yesterday. the beautiful trio of girls ending the show much more impressively than it had begun. i’m talking only catwalk photos here, the actual show may have been phenom but as an only occasional fan of his collection i don’t tend to look every season.

cuteness.

giorgio armani s/s ’12.

hey mambo mambo italiano try an enchilada with a fish baccala. hey goomba i love how you dance the rumba but take some advice paisano learn-a how to mambo, if you’re gonna be a square you ain’t-a gonna go anywhere.

chiquita banana crazy over at dolce yesterday.

well, more of an aubergine/pepper/daffodil moment but the song pleases me more. when things are starting to go all grey and rainy in london again this collection certainly cheered me up. loving the exposed midriff trend still, probably still won’t wear it. still, still, still.

dolce and gabanna s/s ’12.