lost

alexander mcqueen committed suicide yesterday at his home in london.

the world has lost one incredibly talented and creative genius.

so sad.

RIP

hoof

adore

charlotte gainsbourg

epitome of the french girl i would want to be

seriously. what's not to love?

hey bro

rachel comey's men's fall 2010 shoe collection. i'm guessing my cole haan wingtips aren't the only men's shoes i will be adding to my closet. the sleek black with the small stacked heel (third down on the right column) are calling to me. aaaaand my obsession with men's fashion grows.

RIP

sadly, my leather jacket has gone missing. no, not the cropped structured shoulder one. no, not the blazer with leather inserts. no, not the one that i gutted of its lining after overuse yet still have for whatever reason. no, not the one from target that i wore to death and disappeared one day during class. none of those. my trusty staple black jacket. my workhorse. i can't tell you how many times since coming back to school from break i've torn apart my things looking for it. i miss you, leather jacket. as much as i don't want to have to find a replacement if i do i want freja beha's draped leather number

of course my budget can't afford said jacket and a knockoff would suffer badly from poor materials and draping. sigh. i guess i'll just have to be rooting through my closet for the hundredth time instead...

cateye

oh alexa. really not much else to say.

poor little rich girl

little miss edie

part of the fascination is the tragedy

which really only succeeds in making it that much more tragic

such a vicious cycle