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Somya - Rue Montorgueil - Paris
Somya
I am just graduated in Master of Fashion & Marketing
I wear a jacket & Boy-friend jeans & belt by ZARA.
My T-Shirt is vintage. My shoes are from BERSHKA.
My bag is a BALENCIAGA. My silver jewels are from different places.
My shell-ring is from LE PRINTEMPS.
Perfume: "Coco Mademoiselle" by CHANEL.
Fashion is a personal expression. My look is Stylish-casual.
I love chocolate. I hate racism.
My message to the world: Enjoy every minute of your life as if it was the last one !
Jessica - Etienne Marcel - Paris
I study Art history and french Litterature
I wear a cape from AA.
Shoes by DOC MARTEN'S
Cap vintage from Kiliwatch Store.
Fashion is expression. My look is a choice for the day.
Perfume: Pink Sugar
I love my Cat. I hate Polluter people.
Message to the world: I don't want to answer to that question.
wasting ink
unefille1
Simon, I can't stop wasting ink on you. Your name clings, suspended from the tip of my pen as I drag you over my paper, again and again. You leave a messy streak on everything you touch, the coffee stains on my teak table. And even with you gone, Simon, they're still there. Round reminders of what went wrong. You had the knack of making everything cluttered, always took up too much space, too large for my tiny apartment. Even now, you fill my room with mountains of crumpled notes, sonnets and elegies, novellas. They say it's inspiration but, really, Simon, it's invasion. Every inch of you fills my notebooks, makes the pages cramped. Nothings changed and I'm tired of writing about you, how you always tucked your fingers in my pockets, as though you couldn't hold me any closer. The way you sighed in your sleep. You're gone Simon, and all you've left me with is endless cursive, odes to your lips, the way they stayed limp, suspended at your sides, did nothing to stop me from walking away. My margins are full. There is no more room to breath, my heavy pen, the weight of your hand in mine. A thousand miles apart and Simon, you're still bleeding all over my paper. Ink running down the pages stains my finger tips blue. The color of love.
somewhere along the way
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four years ago he gave me butterflies. one night i grabbed his hand and the rest is history so to speak. we spent days and months and years learning everything about each other. we became best friends and fell in love simultaneously. it feels like we created a whole life together, a whole world that only the two of us understood. we loved each other wholeheartedly. we gave everything we could give. we became comfortable and we we're happy in our comfort. then somewhere along the way we became dependent and routine. and now our comfort almost makes me cringe. our world feels different. i am happy being next to him: taking a walk, watching a movie, sharing a meal. we still laugh and talk and get along well. but when he touches me i don't feel much. he tries to kiss me passionately but my lips feel nothing. in privacy i think about the way i used to feel next to him and i cry. i think of leaving him and the tears fall heavier. i don't want to ever not know him. his embrace is still warm as is his presence. but i no longer find myself wanting to sleep in his arms or share my every thought with him. i feel like i am slowly slipping away and he is grasping for me. i feel like i have little left to give. but i still spend all of my time with him. i still reach for his hand when we walk through the park. i still lay my head on his shoulder. i still hug him tightly when we say goodnight. he is my best friend and i love him too much to break his heart.
-caitlin
j'adore
altamiranyc
3.1 phillip lim- what i thought but couldn't find it anywhere.
thanks T W O G O L D D U S T W O M E N!
army/camo/repeat
parisvogue
so as i am sure you have all seen the editorials coming out are ALL army/camo inspired.
what do you guys think about this?!
i'm so bored with it!! i have been loving the green parka trend + feel like it sparked all this.
but i just want something fresh + think this is just really uninspired.
xo
neutrals
justjared
just realized that i just posted on kate + in a neutral color too!
i've been dying to get a coat that color.
a girl in one of my classes has the perfect one, but she got it in korea :(
i am on the hunt!
patience
unicornology
Our patience payed off.
We dated for a winter. It was real love. So powerful for both of us that we didn't know how to handle it. It got weird and she split in the spring. I didn't try to stop her. We were too young.
The next 8 years were self indulgent for us both. I thought of her sometimes, but it wasn't in the front of my mind because all that space was occupied with selfish thoughts. I dated plenty of other people. She dated plenty of other people. All of them were kept at arm's length. None of them mattered even though they thought they did.
Then we started talking again. She was still on the west coast; I was on the east. We got together for a weekend after all those years and it was more than we could have imagined. We simply hugged. The hug lasted for an hour. Her smell, her little moans, her skin, her lips, were all so reminiscent. It suddenly made sense why nothing had made sense for so long. We had truly found love before we were ready for it and now it had come back. So after a few more dates I asked her to marry me. She said yes before I finished asking.
We are so happy together. We both have a tremendous sense of pride for waiting and not settling. We have the kind of love that makes other people realize that they can do better. They can make themselves happy while making someone else happy too. We have the kind of love that books are written about and we feel so lucky to have led our lives in a way that nothing was done on a whim in our youth to fuck it up in the present. For us leaving it alone was the only way to save it, and now that it has come back around we are satisfied by how much we had to go through to get to here. This should be encouraging to everyone out there wondering if they have found it.
It may take longer than you want. The pain in the interim may seem unbearable. You may be tempted to settle on the way. You may think you have found it only to realize you are not sure. Outside pressure may push you in directions you are uncomfortable with. But, we are living proof that it does happen and it can happen to you too. Be strong and resilient. When it hits you it will knock you off of your feet and you will know that your patience paid off.
Mac and Ruby
Touta - Le Marais - Paris
Touta - Painter
Coat/Manteau: Jean-Charles de CASTELBAJAC
Shoes/Chaussures: DOC MARTEN's
all the rest from Flea-Market of Montreuil
Jeans: Selfcustomised
Perfume/Parfum: "L'instant" de GUERLAIN
Last Book: "Habillé pour l'hiver" by David Sedaris
Last CD: "Bang Bang" by PARABELLUM
For me Fashion is all & Nothing ...
My look is colofull
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