short & sweet: wrist crowns

Komono, an avant-garde Belgian accessories line, has recently collaborated with the estate of late artist Jean-Michel Basquiat to release six watches that muddle the distinction between traditional and experimental. While Basquait’s signature crown is etched into every darling retro watch face, the wristbands rep a unique sliver of one of his iconic paintings. In other words, no two watches are the same. We are all special flowers.

But originality doesn’t mean paying an arm and a leg, although some might give both for a watch that looks this good (seek help if you are one of these people). A notable tenet of Basquait’s philosophy was marrying street art and high art, ergo Komono aimed to maintain this ideology by developing an affordable line without sacrificing quality or originality. But you know what? Every Komono watch maintains this principle. They channel Basquait every damn day.

My personal faves:

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Wizard print series: Flemish baroque
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Wizard print series: Wild Hares
Basquait pick: Untitled
Basquait pick: Untitled
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Basquait picks: Magnus, Philistines

 

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BAM! Wizard Print Series: Expressionist

Pce n’ luv,

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can I be an outsider too?

 

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So there’s this line called Band of Outsiders, right? I only just stumbled over them recently. Actually, it was more so a collision, if we’re taking the phrase literally (taking things literally makes life more fun). Because if I were a skier, and Band of Outsiders was a premature tree poking through the snow, it was the type of collision that would make chair-lift onlookers nudge each other to gape at the apparent snowball-human hybrid tumbling down the slope.

My cheeks burn a regrettable red from fashion ineptitude.

See, Band of Outsiders isn’t just a blip on peoples’ fashion radars. They have a dominant, well-respected place in the industry, with Karlie Kloss as recent arm candy for designer Scott Sternberg, and a whole fleet of A-lister names donning the  label on polaroid film, on the red carpet, and on-the-daily. And I had no clue they existed. I had no clue that there was this whole line that embraced minimalist, tastefully flattering  cuts without being boring or pretentious and certainly without being safe. Nor that the designer collaborated with Starbucks to launch these kick-ass ceramic mugs, adorning creative juices dripping down their sides. Not even that their website featured models with bunnieskitties & jumping poses that made every outfit so much more inviting to wear than if they were doing the typical look-at-me-in-this-too-expensive-for-you-outfit-ha-ha-ha-you-suck pose.

So I have come to a radical conclusion, in light of my sudden fan-girling over Band of Outsiders. These are the kind of outsiders that you want to be a part of. Not the popular kids, but the cool kids who have that air of effortlessness that doesn’t come with a designer handbag or commercially-distressed jeans. Their Facebook feeds, if they even have one, are littered with posts (like this for mother’s day and this for father’s day) that make you think, “Damn, I should have thought of that.” And, of course, to top it off, they show up to any occasion with a genuine smile, a polaroid camera, and a cat named Atticus.

Forget being an insider. I wanna be an outsider.

Here are some goodies from their Summer/Spring 2014 season. Meow.

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Seventies-inspired running shorts are the only kind of running shorts one should advocate.

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Most likely jumping in spring’s puddles, like the chic gladiator she is. (Gladiators spent a lot of time jumping in puddles – please don’t burst my hilarious bubble.)

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Aren’t they all so positively joyous? Don’t you want to reach out and say, hey, let’s go to some indie movie together with our bright yellow raincoats on and slowly sweat in our seats?

Here’s a peek at their upcoming Fall and Pre-Fall 2014 season. This cheery gal just makes me so happy (although I know I’d be just as chipper if I were wearing those clothes). Serious kudos to Band of Outsiders for single-handedly recruiting my now-favourite models to wear their stylin’ garments.

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#tbt the days of playing with cars like it ain’t no thang

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Among their devoted fans are some casual Hollywood nobility. In fact, the famed red shirt Joaquin Phoenix donned so regularly in “Her” is from Band of Outsiders’ 2005 season. Who woulda thunk? Apparently not me-from-three-days-ago! My favourite starlets (sorry to call you a “starlet”, Andrew Garfield) are shot in polaroid film, too, in true hipster fashion.

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^That’s Scott Sternberg. The brackets do him justice, to say the least.

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Have a lovely day, outsiders! (I’m assuming I’ve convinced you to become an outsider too. Let’s band together, folks.)

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Lingering upon Alice Gao’s creativity

Today, I thank the world for photography. Correction, Alice Gao. Because, unfortunately, under the realm of photography is the likes of selfies, and so I can’t say I thank the whole world.

But I’m just gonna come clean and say it – selfies are such a gift. Come on, they’re super liberating. You have all the power in the world to be as pleased as you like with your photo, rather than having your face’s fate quivering in the hands of that stranger at the party who snapped you and a friend out of the blue, leaving you like a couple of deer in headlights with excessive makeup on. (What an image. I enjoy it.)

So on second thought, yes, I thank the world for photography and selfies.

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Alice Gao, though, really must be the reigning queen of this world. Or at least for me, on this day, and since I’ve found her. For example, I can’t decide whether or not I’d like to hang the finished painting alone or the photo itself of the painting still dripping from the creative process. As in, with the palette still fresh and the bottles looking as if they have given every last drop of their creative juices to the canvas at hand. And the strips of moody navy, slowly peaking towards the colour the artist was looking for. She makes her photo a piece of art, when it is itself featuring a piece of art. Now that’s ingenuity.

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And here, although these flowers look as though they’re fit for a palace or among tight circles serving high tea, the griminess of the sink and the crossing strips of metal on the window serve as a humble stage for the royally strewn stems.

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Caught mid-packaging, I see every bit of the efforts we take in creating something beautiful from head to toe for a recipient we care about. Cut string, labels messied about from choosing just the right one, stamps even. It’s as if Gao is floating in and out of our lives and pauses these moments in the most unexpected lights.

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Ah. This I adore. The composition has allowed for an immense dark sky to hover over the vibrancy of the flowers, the normalcy of morning tea. But this colour to me is not laden with grief or gloom, but blanketing comfort, lifted just enough so that we can see the light she has captured.

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I almost feel as though I’m viewing more so a portrait of a portrait than a scene of an apartment. The framing of this portrait, however asymmetrical, focuses the lady staring right back at us. The to-die-for gold and marble end table elevates her to a point of eye-level, as if we’re about to enter into an enlightening conversation with the woman before us (who I have no doubt has some bad-ass stories to tell).

ps. white brick wall alert. yes, i am swooning.

And oh my golly gee willickers, I just found her blog, Lingered Uponand I did a helluva lot more than just linger. I think I just moved in unannounced. Here’s a sneak peek of her posts, slash justification of my rudeness:

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Just everything about this outfit makes me feel like a savvy, stylin’, successful photographer.

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And just everything about this makes me want to just be her for a day. Those boots. That espresso. That style.

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Dainty Tingz

A collection of daintiness for your dainty eyes (can eyes be dainty? you tell me). 
Because I’m in exam crunch mode, I am lazy. Because lazy people don’t credit, there are no credits. Because I procrastinate, I have a tumblr. All photos from my tumblr, but are most definitely not my own. If you really want me to track one photo down for ya, shoot me an email or comment. Please congratulate me on my logic in the comments as well. 
 
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The last one-piece I wore was on the shores of Positano, Italy, and ironically enough I felt very Parisian. I was a Parisian child visiting Italy. Although I’m not sure I would ever have the occasion to wear such a delicate bathing suit, as I’m not sure barnacles and dog paws suit that lace detailing too well, I can always appreciate its dainty allure.
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This might be what it feels like to sleep in a painting.
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A singlet fit for a fairy. And due to my obsession with all things fairy, I need it. Although the only issue with this beauty is that I would turn into Carrie from SATC and would just lounge around in my undies all day, regardless of what needs to get done. Someone just answered the phone as Carrie. There are spies everywhere. 
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A little post-christmas daintiness. Replace the pinecones with flowers, and this is entirely fit for the summer.
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What is it about stringed lights that tempt me so? Well the answer is obvious, my friends. I just picture hundreds of little fairy wings aglow above my bed. And who doesn’t want to smile at the thought of that? 
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How I would like to look if I were a ballet teacher.
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A portrait of the Parisian child all grown up, visiting the city. 

 

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This would also be an issue. Because I would want to buy seven pairs so I could wear them every single day. Variety is the spice of life… unless your undies look like this.
Now that your eyes are so satisfied with daintiness, your ears might be feeling a little deprived. Don’t worry. I got that covered for you. 
 
Keaton Henson: Lying to You
 
I first heard Keaton Henson’s song, “Lying to You”, and instantly fell head over feels with his vocal cords. So much soul in this fella.
 
 
As we lie in bed I feel lonely,
Though we’re young, I feel eighty years old.
And your arms around me are keeping me warm.
But baby, I’m still feeling cold.
 
Daughter: Candles

Had a special someone send me this song, and it only makes my infatuation with Daughter multiply by a hundo.  If Keaton Henson and Daughter were to get together, I would be the happiest girl in the world. The world needs more perfection.
 
 
 
Things cannot be reversed, we learn from the times we are cursed
Things cannot be reversed, learn from the ones we fear the worst
And learn from the ones we hate the most how to
Blow out all the candles, blow out all the candles
“You’re too old to be so shy,” he says to me so I stay the night.
 
Bloc Party: Signs
 
Yesterday was a giddy moment indeed, folks. That same special someone sent me a link to these fellas and I just got waves of butterflies once I heard them. Their album, Intimacy, is ridiculous. I could listen to it on repeat for hours. Especially this song. It’s so pleasing to my ears, they’re just beaming.
 
 
I can sleep forever these days‘Cause in my dreams I see you againBut this time fleshed out fuller facedIn your confirmation dress

I hope you all feel a tad more dainty. Until next time.
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Summer Bikini Temptations

I remember the first time I fell in love with a swimsuit. It was the summer of ’05 and I was in Positano, Italy with le famileh. The sun was setting and the waves were just callin’ my name so I pranced on outside with my two younger brothers giggling and dancing behind me and frolicked in the Italian waves for hours (I don’t know about you, but I come from a family of cupids clearly). And what else would I be in other than a swimsuit? Well, a wetsuit, yes, or maybe my birthday suit, but both of those options would be bizarre. Why would you even suggest them. I happened to be in a one-piece cherry red and sailor navy blue striped suit, and I felt so European and stylish.

The second time I fell in love with a swimsuit was in the summer of ’09 when I was going on a boating trip with a friend. I managed to transform into a swan every time I went swimming because of the most delicate and dainty bikini I had ever laid eyes on. It was a ruffly, milky white bandeau top and simple white bottoms. I truly felt like this (Ryan Gosling not included, unfortunately).

And here I am, Spring (Winter?) of ’13, falling in love with a bikini all over again.

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Meet the Australian line, Rittenhouse, all jazzed up for summer.
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Would ya look at this?! So whimsical, I adore it.
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I’ve always been tempted by one pieces, and this one maintains that little bit of youthfulness with the tied string back. Quite charming, isn’t it?
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I feel as though you have to have a certain element of sass with this. It’s so minimalist, yet daring.
Currently, I’m hanging out in the executive class lounge in the airport. My ticket randomly upgraded, and I wasn’t about to complain, guys. This place is awesome. I’ll be walking out buddy buddy with a few of the wealthy business suit clad men any minute now, and be discreetly stuffing my pockets with as many of these croissants as possible.
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Deer Scouts

Oh, little deer friends on each side of a collar. Could there be any more en”deer”ing collars? I haven’t made that pun before. I’ve come across a lot of collars that are just too agressive to wear. Let’s be honest, it’s a collar. A collar is associated with little puppies, isn’t it? At least that’s how I like to imagine them. I don’t feel particularly in the mood, ever, to wear leather collars with studs and/or statement bullets lacing the edges. But das just me.

Camp fire scarf! Please, please, please. I used to be a brownie so that I could wear those adorable pink shirts, I deserve this. 

Courtesy of Book of Deer, most charming online shopfront I’ve come across in a while.

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Music For Yo Fine Earz

To be frank, my week has been hella chill, yo. The program I’m in isn’t entirely centered around what those around me call midterms. We do, howeva, have some majour research papers and projects coming up in the near future so don’t think this is a slacking deal. And even though my week has been deemed chill, my weeks in general seem to go by faster and faster. Honestly, it’s slightly disturbing how quickly it all goes by. 
One minute I’m waving to that dreary figure called Monday slumping towards me and then the next I’m running after Friday in his disco clothes whizzing past. I need more hours in the day! Mother Nature, I’m snapping my fingers! Make that sun last a little bit longer puh-leeze. 

What’s been helping me actually get out of bed in the morning though, before I’m caffeinated and superficially wired for my first class, is some new musica that’s been injecting some rhythm into my toes. 
First, tumblr tabs to inspire a beautiful fresh start to next week’s Monday morning. 
C’est parfait. Ce cappuccino est art à moi. 
(go google translator, buddy ol pal)
Attics have always had such a haunted reputation. Put in a window, let that glorious light in, paint the walls milky white, and suddenly the attic of that supposed family of ghosts is your most beloved sanctuary.
I used to be convinced that this type of layout of a kitchen was the most absurdly cramped idea for a realistic family. Now that I’m confined to the size of a closet for a bedroom, and have fallen quite in love with its quaint coziness, there’s much more appeal to living small. This is almost like a more formal alternative to an island, and who doesn’t like a hint of well hidden fanciness here and there?

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Abstract Numbers (can you guess I’m a fan?):

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Now my lovelies, onto some music I’ve been digging.

And by digging, I mean obsessed with. Alex Clare is the most dreamy combination of foot tapping goodness and hip swinging grooves and actually poignant lyrics.

Alright, this next song may not be for everyone (it includes *gasp* swear words!). But I can’t deny the catchiness. Slash it’s quite the hypnotic tune. Next three are for them techno-dub lovers.
If girliness ever overwhelms you, and you’re in your footy pajamas with a cup of tea by your side, put this on and you will be in a small pocket of heaven. 
This song was stuck in my head for honestly days, if not weeks. It’s haunting. It’s beautiful. It’s addictive.
Cheerio! Hope the weather wherever you are is not as gloomy as the view I’m looking at. 
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The Flower Girl’s Turn

The flower girls arguably receive the second most attention from the bride. Perhaps the ring bearer boy ranks up there too. Something about little girls and boys dressed all dapper in “grown up clothes” makes everyone equally giddy. It’s like drinking out of miniature teacups or finding a miniature, vintage spoon. Cue the squeal, “Oh, look it’s mini!”
As I was perusing through my favourite charming blog, Miss Moss, Kelsey Ganna’s collection drifted on by. Clicking through to her blog entitle the Flower Bride, I found it so pleasantly fitting that her wedding dresses were as whimsical as the name. As if the flower girl had grown up to be a charming young lady, ready to hand her duties on to her youngest female family member, and to take her place at center stage, in one of these resplendent dresses.
And before you see these damn beautiful creations, you should know that this is Kelsey Ganna’s debut campaign. Watch out for Kelsey Ganna, folks. She’s already on fire.
Flowercup Gown. 

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Spring Bouquet Gown

Gardenia Gown

Garden Gown.
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Sweater Joys

I’ve been said to have a small sweater obsession. Cozy grandpa cardigans are my absolute weakness… and so if I could live in any three items it would be my favourite seductively comfortable sweater, my roots sweats, and a cross country t-shirt that defies all other things in comfort level. So much high fashion going on right now.
Of course, I’m saying that as I down a coffee before an international development class, so this makes sense (only want to crawl back into my sun drenched bed right about now).
Here’s to sweaters, may we all choose to live in them through the coming winter and fall. All of the street style shots courtesy of StreetPeeper.
I want them all.

Somewhere in the midst of tumblr:

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Lolita – Wildfox:

Sweaters make me happy.
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