Miscellaneous

*Audrey Hepburn in Rome

What I wore this week: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.

“What would it be like
to live in a library
of melted books.
With sentences streaming
over the floor and all the punctuation
settled to the bottom as a residue.
It would be confusing.
Unforgivable.
A great adventure.”
-Anne Carson

Saturday links:
-how many people are in space right now?
-don't forget to enter my Sheinside giveaway
-the 7 deadliest fashion trends
-oooh the prettiest electrical tower
-all the dinosaurs
-a new species of bat was found (and it's cute)
-hilarious captioned adventures of George Washington
-this cake is too pretty to eat
-Pluto could be a planet again? I'm so confused

Modern Romance

"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever

Its lovliness increases; it will never

Pass into nothingness; but still will keep

A bower quiet for us, and a sleep

Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing

A flowery band to bind us to the earth,

Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth

Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,

Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways

Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,

Some shape of beauty moves away the pall

From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,

Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon

For simple sheep; and such are daffodils

With the green world they live in; and clear rills

That for themselves a cooling covert make

'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,

Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:

And such too is the grandeur of the dooms

We have imagined for the mighty dead;

An endless fountain of immortal drink,

Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink."

poem by John Keats

Fei Fei Sun for Vogue China photographed by Sharif Hamza, more here

Shimmering Grace

"A something in a summer’s day,
 As slow her flambeaux burn away,
 Which solemnizes me.
 A something in a summer’s noon,
—An azure depth, a wordless tune,
Transcending ecstasy.
 And still within a summer’s night
 A something so transporting bright,
 clap my hands to see…"
-Emily Dickinson

I adore these photographs by Nick Knight for Vogue in 1995. Some of these images of Shalom Harlow and Amber Valetta were featured within the magazine while others are behind-the-scenes images which have surfaced in recent years. I love the hazy focus, like a half-remembered dream and the series reminds of the Emily Dickinson poem above.