Something Borrowed
This is an old photo — I have longish hair! — but I wanted to show you that I own this dress, which used to belong to my mother. It’s roomy and comfy and good for when I’m feeling self-conscious about my body, with perfect little buttons at the sleeves. I asked my mom if … Read more
Diadem
I had not even heard of a diadem before, but here is the one that I will be using in the wedding; it is from the 20s and from the Lower Garden District in New Orleans. If I ever had children (ahem), it would end up as an heirloom, for sure. According to Joe, the … Read more
Got $675 to spare?
(all images from VISIONAIRE) If you can get past the hypnotic animated video of a tall, skinny model in a black latex jumpsuit writhing around as she dons and doffs a variety of polo shirts, you might discover that the bookzine Visionaire 54 has come out with issue 54 SPORT, a publication that combines art, print, … Read more
HAIR!
(credit) The last time I had such a visceral reaction to something in a magazine was when I caught a whiff of my gardenia perfume from Estee Lauder’s perfume sample out of another back issue of UK Vogue. Here I turned the page and — HELLO! THIS is the hair I’ve been aching for. … Read more
Mishmash
Eight days to go before I fly halfway across the country to Ann Arbor. My things are rapidly disappearing into boxes, leaving a scant amount of clothes to assemble outfits with. I’ve been calling my new landlord, figuring out when to pick up my keys, changing the utilities to be in my name, setting up … Read more
Something Old, Something New
“The most conspicuous occupation of the American woman of to-day, dressing herself aside, is self-discussion. It is a disquieting phenomenon. Chronic self-discussion argues chronic ferment of mind, and ferment of mind is a serious handicap to both happiness and efficiency.” – The Business of Being a Woman, Ida M. Tarbell (1921) Cornell has an archive … Read more
A Zookeeper Cinderella
I used to wish for a twin sister — any kind of sister, really. My mom promised me that it meant a lifetime of bickering and a childhood of hair-pulling, but I knew that it really meant sharing shoes and pulling dresses out of one another’s closets and whispering secrets under the covers at night. … Read more
Pretty Up
Apparently Chris and I are only capable of posing while dressed up if we do it prom-style. (He’s got on a heavily embroidered white tie and vintage wooden cufflinks; I’m wearing a yellow linen dress from Retro Active with a crocheted neck and peplum belt. The tapestry bag, which was a cool ten bucks, is … Read more
A Visit to Retro Active
A visit to New Orleans always means, for me, a visit to my favorite vintage store: Retro Active on Magazine Street. It’s tiny and crammed with the best little treasures; being in there reminds me of a consumer’s version of going to the Louvre a few years ago, when I just felt overwhelmed by … Read more
With A Banjo on My Knee
Today I went with my future in-laws across the lake to visit Chris’s grandma and his aunt and uncle. These photos are the result of my first FFW photo shoot with Chris as photographer; I think he did a good job, don’t you? I romped in the tall grass, watched a dog named Gumbo get … Read more
