. . . awoke to the rays of early morning light streaming through the window panes and falling into beautiful...
. . . my grandmère in france has the most beautiful memory books filled with magical things, and it is perhaps for this reason that am always quite nostalgic for the look and feel of them — souvenirs glued and taped to worn pages, pretty polaroids and bits of lace, sunny afternoons and lost memories of summers past . . .
. . . adore acne‘s new agate raw-edge leather sandals with rock-and-refined metal stiletto heels and platform soles — amazingly...