on the cliffs of your wildcat charms i'm riding

This week is already seeming extra long...I'm too busy to do much of anything! Since I'm already predicting I won't get around to blogging very often, I'll leave you with some beautiful pictures to keep the inspiration flowing.







via boyswhoblush, various tumblrs, vi.sualize

spanish harlem incident

Some beautiful images that have been collecting on my desktop. Think of it as a palate cleanser after the fur shorts.

hippydippy

No matter how much I vacillate between wanting to be a tough, chic Parisienne, a devil-may-care grunge chick, and a quirky vintage queen, the one persona I always end up falling back on is the hippie. This term needs to be taken with a grain of salt - I'm not even sure if it's the one I want to use - for I would never dream of comparing myself to the controversial men and women in the 60's and 70's who stood up for their beliefs and started a social revolution. Nor do I want to be characterized as the girl who slaps a headband across her forehead, wears a floral blouse, and calls her outfit "hippie chic".

I find myself gravitating more to this moniker because it seems to best describe the life I aspire to lead (I'm afraid this is turning into another gratuitous, self-involved post, oh well). I love the outdoors, I do yoga, and I hang Tibetan prayer flags on any available surface (and not for show). I'm an obsessive recycler/composter/conservationist. I'm a vegetarian. I disapprove and actively try to counteract our avaricious, consumer-driven society. Am I, therefore, a "hippie"? And if so, is this a good thing? I certainly hope so, because that's who I am. Style-wise, I tend to have a propensity for clothes that translate my philosophies into something tangible...even if it's not at the pinnacle of high fashion. These pictures I've collected reflect visually what I feel internally most of the time:











photos from bluebird vintage and smokeandsassafrass.

parapluie

Basically...this post is picture vomit. In front of you are all the surplus images in my Idyll folder that I can't fit into a post but love all the same.

This man is my eternal style icon. If I could dress like this every single day, I am convinced I would henceforth lead a charmed and irrevocably chic existence in the parallel universe of my mind...







(hearts).