from time to time, i'll be bringing over posts from my... oh, what to call it? a blog? my online diary of style & inspiration; my running catalogue of occasional wants and thoughts? i don't know what to call it - but i do know that i've been jotting down ideas about style, fashion and design over at a wee bit skint, for over 10ish years now, and when the mood strikes, i'll publish those thoughts here as well. i hope you enjoy these posts, as much as much i love writing them!
“fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. it's a way of understanding it.” // l. alexander
an odd thing to admit, maybe, but i haven't picked up a fashion rag in months.
with those monthlies comes an internal push and pull - of want, and then, what to do with them when you're done?
i used to keep a few, (a few too many), the ones that felt special. the fat ones that came out in september, those that hurt your shoulders if you lugged them around in your shoulder bag for too long. the ones that featured some fantastic editorial, beyond the norm, or those that just spoke to me somehow.
there was a time, that they played such an integral part of my everyday, that a copy of french vogue, then still edited by carine roitfeld, played into how my then-boyfriend-now-husband, proposed the idea of getting into a white dress and playing house for the next five decades or so. i was devoted.
and then one day, packing, as we were moving house, i realized, this mountain of glossies had become a hindrance. it wasn't economical, it's wasn't minimal; it was a heavy burden of copy, ink and paper cuts. they were brought to the curb, and i hope, recycled into something more useful, but no less beautiful.
i miss those moments, the ones whilst flipping through the pages when i had to bring the photo right up close to my face, as if to soak up some small piece of these weird and far-fetched chimera - the dreamscape of those who can see make-believe and bring it to reality.
perhaps just for old time's sake, i'll visit the presse international, and pick a little something up - just to see if it lives up to the memory.
➝ source : "pop egérie" / paris vogue march 2011 / inez + vinoodh