if you want to reward yourself just drink a nice red wine and eat dark chocolate covered blueberries and ignore everyone 

Dance Slow Decades by Angel Olson

marni fw 03


Bedrich Grunzweig

New York International Airport (now JFK), 1962

if any of you ever need sanctuary, just come to my apartment

i’ve turned it into a tranquil little haven, it’s all dark faded wood, thin white cotton, candles, fresh air, green plants, glass, and silence



J.W. Anderson resort 2015


sibyl buck by charlie engman for another magazine, Spring 2014.

'Last night, I dreamed of America.
It was prom night. 
She lay down under the spinning globes
at the makeshift bandstand
in her worn-out dress
and too-high heels,
the gardenia
pinned at her waist 
was brown and crumbling into itself.
What’s it worth, she cried,
this land of pilgrim’s pride?
As much as love, I answered. More.
The globes spun.
I never won anything, I said,
I lost time and lovers, years,
but you, purple mountains,
you amber waves of gain, belong to me
as much as I do to you. 
She sighed,
the band played,
the skin fell away from her bones.
Then the room went black and I woke.
I want my life back,
the days of too much clarity,
the nights smelling of rage,
but it’s gone. 

If I could shift my body
that is too weak now,
I’d lie face down on this hospital bed,
this icy water called Ohio River.
I’d float past all the sad towns,
past all the dreamers on shore
with their hands out.
I’d hold on, I’d hold,
till the weight, till the awful heaviness
tore from me, 
sank to the bottom and stayed. 
Then I’d stand up 
like Lazarus
and walk home across the water.’

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John Armleder 
Ireland, West Coast, County Kerry, 1988 by Harry Gruyaert

Comme des garcons ss 12 runway pics.

Allie Jackson