the perfect medium. I always say I want to live a life that is defined by 'the perfect medium'.... not too much, not too little. The perfect medium is applied to all aspects of life. Not too rich, not too poor, somewhere comfortably in between. Not too busy, not too idle. Not too loud, not too quiet... etc etc. In regards to this post however, the perfect medium refers to superb mix of metropolitan life, with rustic rural life within nearly every European city. Coming from a city (New York) where pollution seeps up through the street, grey gloomy cement make up the city's facade, taxis, buses, and emergency sirens nosily fill the atmosphere, European cities really find the perfect way of combining urban life and rural life into a perfect 'medium' ground. Winding stone streets with hidden doorways can lead you to markets full of fresh produce, spices, breads, meats... there is something so much more appealing about this than a carton of greasy Chinese food.
Visualize; its a sense never to be taken advantage of. I learn and evolve through visualization. I am constantly tearing apart books and magazines and making collages out of pictures that move me. I have walls covered and
books filled with these photos. In a sense they help me figure out who I am... what I love, and what I am passionate about.
Brigitte Bardot, the sixties, magazines, pop culture, history, travel, LONDON, europe, european lifestyle, make up, art, reading, dirty gritty glamour, classic hollywood movies, nostalgia, buying new things, creating who you want to be.
"Ils peuvent m'appeler un pécheur, mais je suis en paix avec moi-même."
a style made up of fashion contradictions; girlishness thats roughed up a bit around the edges... flashy glamour, thrift store duds, classic chic, grungy punk, cat eyes, red lips, bardot hair, pretty never cute, sensual never 'sexy', ladylike outfits, mens wear outfits, all done with a touch of imperfection.