Admiration.

I get very bored with jeans.  Over the last year, I've hardly worn them and when I have worn them I don't feel quite right in them.  I have one pair that I bought in Australia that I like.  But I still feel a bit odd in them for some reason.  I'd rather wear slacks of some sort.  I Adore the looks of these two women from The Sartorialist.  They look so fantastic.

Un cadeau, un chapeau!

My mother bought me a hat box full of vintage hats for my birthday. And I picked up this old Saks Fifth Avenue dress at a vintage/thrift place. Oh la la!

Dress: Red Light

Do you wanna know a secret?

This is what I do sometimes, when I am alone in the apartment.

Sweater: thrifted

Dress: Outlet

A sleepless night...

And a lot of silly thoughts.

Why I think about short hair and wonder about doing it again (it's been a couple years):
















































BUT then again, every man I ever meet and talk to about it prefers long hair...and as adorable as those 30s fingerwaves are...there are some lovely stars who wore longer locks.


























































PS I dedicate this post to Irene.

Lessons gained from "Gaslight"

1. Try to know someone longer than two weeks before accepting his marriage proposal.
2. Nosy neighbors are extremely helpful when you're wed to a potential killer.
3. Female intuition is a bit of a myth.
4. Moving into the house where your aunt/surrogate mother was murdered is probably not a superb idea for peace of mind.

I adore this 1944 film with Ingrid Bergman and Charles Boyer. It's got everything you need. Period costumed England. Bobbies. A really creepy bad guy to take advantage of the faithful woman, a good guy to save the day. Angela Lansbury as a catty maid.

They say the best things in life are free...

and they're right. But when a gal is down with the mean reds and can't focus on her homework, what is more comforting than a trip to www.net-a-porter.com to pretend she is rich and save pictures of all the pretty, luxurious dresses she would have to rob from the rich in order to purchase?

Confession for the void

...and whoever happens to be floating around in it.

I think if I went on facebook or whatever and wrote something scarily honest in the "about me" section it would be something like: "Melodramatic, self-loathing, failed romantic, escapist." I wonder if I am highly egotistical. I worry too much what people think of me. Surely someone who isn't focused too much on him/herself doesn't Care what people think, right? Hmm

I always fantasize about running away. I went to college right out of high school just to get Away. Then Australia. For multiple reasons. Now I'm at a new university. And even here a part of me wants to run. Maybe it's all the moving we did when I was a little kid. Maybe I don't believe in settling. Or maybe no matter where I go I'll end up getting hurt and that's just life. Eventually I will run out of places to turn.

My latest dream is to be a jazz singer in Paris like Blossom Dearie. Of course, she played the piano too. She's one upped me there. Or ten upped me. Or I could go to Paris and be an expatriate and befriend writers at Les Deux Magots. I could be Dorothy Parker.

My other fantasy of late is that in five to ten years, I will be this Strong, Statuesque, Beautiful Woman like Katharine Hepburn and I will call the romantic shots and men will fall over me and I will just shoo them aside until I find one I like. And I will be incapable of tears or pain. I know that's pretty inhuman. But I did say it was a fantasy. I just feel weak all the time, and I want to feel Tough. And Brave and Poised.

Actually I'm probably somewhat poised on the outside. Usually romantic prospects or what-have-you don't get the privilege of witnessing me bawl my eyes out unless we've known each other a very long time.

Oh ma vie. My acting teacher asked why I looked so glamorous the other day. I mumbled some sort of nothing answer. The truth was more along the lines of, "I'm trying to like myself." It's a hard thing to do.

A proper Halloween!

After two or three or possibly even four years of boring, uninspired Halloweens, I have finally done it up right, as they say. I carved a pumpkin to look like Audrey Hepburn and gave her a chopstick cigarette (I actually call her "skiing accident Audrey" because her nose is a bit askew), watched both my favorite Halloween-ish films ("It's the great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown" and "Young Frankenstein") aaaand dressed in a costume and went to a Party. Whaddyaknow?

I was Margot Tenenbaum although a rather shocking amount of people at the soiree had never even seen "The Royal Tenenbaums."