Pretty Baby.

Lace. Frills. Mesh. Silk.

Tonight at Lola's house we watched Vicky Christina Barcelona.

Ever since then, I've been browsing these photos and holding my pen like one of those really long cigarette holders.

I now have a craving for Spanish poetry & guitar.

Eight Simple Rules.

Rule Number One: Lashes. Lashes. Lashes. Killer lashes all day, everyday. Lash or die. What have you.

Numero Deux: Black underwear does a happy girl, make.

Three: Ballet flats in your bag (if not on your feet).

Rule Four: Be proud of who you are. Embrace your culture. Be the best little monster you can be. Therefore, turquoise every...single...day.

Rule Five: Be the fiercest bitch on the block.

Rule Six: Enjoy the little things.

Rule Seven: Holly Golightly your life.

And Eight: Mix all of the above, add some glitter, and be the best You.

Gems and Jewels.

I can still remember the days when this lovely porcelain-doll-like-Lolita graced the pages of my magazines, and walked the runways of the fashion elite. With a visible doe-eyed vulnerability, and an innocence that is still untouched by any other model since her time, the gorgeous Gemma Ward will forever be a favorite of this blogger.

Personal note: I will forever be obsessed with this gown....Thank you Uncle Karl for making the wedding dress of my dreams, that I will probably never see in my life. The Camellia Dress. Chanel Spring 2006 by Karl Lagerfeld.

Falken by Jeffrey Campbell.

Hello, I love you.

She Doesn't Even Go Here.

I quit my job. Bada bing.

Freja.

This season's Max Mara collection, featuring my main boo Freja Beha.