this is what i live for.

j'aime (many) silver rings worn at once, hot pink suede pumps, every picture i've ever posted on this blog, being in love, and last but not least... my city. nothing like living in LA.

nothing to do. so here's the look of the day:

anja rubik at the chloé show in paris

listening to james fauntleroy's "bed time."

i'm spent.

maybe it's my manly tendencies?

but why do i love all these bro-ish commercials? my love for beer commercials (especially the old ones with the dos equis guy who only had an awkward moment cause he wanted to) hasn't died. but these new old spice commercials are HILARIOUS. need to post these for my own frame of reference... aka i can look back several weeks/months/years from now and laugh.

perf.

it's hard to find something that's ideal, something that just blows your expectations away. i want an ideal life, an ideal appearance, but i don't look for the ideal in anything else. ideal boyfriends? who cares. ideal love? what is an ideal love?

we work when our thoughts collide. our overactive, chaotic minds work well together. sometimes we'll be sitting in front of each other not saying much, but at those times, aren't the simple "i love you"'s just so adequate?! i didn't know until now how important it was for two people to share the same passion for things. how could our musical taste be so alike? fashion?

the one who reads men's vogue while i devour all the magazines i enjoy next to him.

and (all forms of) ART? DESIGN? TRAVEL? ANYTHING CULTURAL? MORE LOVE? MORE FOOD? (no more food for me, please...) throw it all at us. we embrace with open arms.

"i know life is unfair, but this is fucking ridiculous."