I'm a sucker for court jester sweaters and mixed prints the way other bloggers go crazy over cat print--although this Twenty-Seven Names collection has those too (circled in lace and tied up with a bow). While I could care less about the fact that it's a cat print, I do love those sweet collared dresses and flippy little shorts. The color combinations enviable--would love to get my hands on a few of these pieces for fall.
I'm not really one for Instagram roundups, but sometimes there are some fun pictures on there when I actually remember my phone has a camera in it. I'm aclotheshorse if you're inclined to follow.
What are you up to this weekend? We're going kayaking for the first time this summer. (It's free in the Hudson River!) Also, I can't wait for the Mad Men finale. Hope you have a relaxing weekend, and here are a few fun posts from around the web...
Girls seems to be one of the most controversial shows in recent years, but I have to say, I really like it. The frank dialogue is totally hilarious, and it really captures a certain group of early twenty-somethings. (I also have a girl crush on Marnie.) What do you think? Love? Hate? Either way, you have to admit, these paper dolls are pretty rad.
This was the most beautiful, hazy evening--it had rained earlier and the humidity in the air and ground was making steam rise to nearly the thickness of a fog right as the sun was setting and turning everything gold. It's just one of those lovely moments where I'm perfectly at peace by myself enjoying the wonder of nature. As soon as I finished taking these pictures for the blog I put my camera and phone away and sat on the bridge for a little while watching the river quietly flow by.
The New York Times yesterday featured a funny piece about bangs. Apparently, 2012 is the "year of the bang," and you can wear them so thick you look "like one of the Beatles," or as short as "the mowed grass in Yankee Stadium." Do you have bangs? Do you want them? Bangs don't usually suit me, but I'm suddenly dying to go for it anyway.
Artist Jung Lee takes neon typography out of the cityscape and shines them into barren landscapes. Each installation seems full of questioning to me; like the lingering questions after a bad break-up. Perhaps most poetic is the collection of "you" screaming into a empty night--a simple pronoun that often means more than all other words. However the viewer chooses to interpret the glaring messages, the visually arresting photographs are the sort that linger in your mind long after your first viewing.
by Jung Lee
