Rip Stop

I'm a nineties kid at at soul. ♫ ♪ 

     Wearing boyfriend's T-shirt, vintage skirt, holographic clutch H&M, tennis shoes Bensimon, handmade ring Akira Mushi, sunnies Topshop

                 
                                                                                                             

Not Really Funny

Hay fever makes me sad. Hay fever makes my nose runny and that's not really funny. 

Hay fever makes my soul tired and my hands weary. Hay fever go away and let me get back to my non complainy Eleni state. But while I'm on it, I could just as well use a haircut, one week under the scorching hot sun in bathing suit, and a new Grandaddy record. (a Jason Lytle one would also do). 

In the meantime, allergic rhinitis is obviously responsible for lethargic reactions against pants heming thus rendering any flats-ballerinas adoption obsolete, albeit allowing even booties tucked in way under till Winter gets back.

Today it's 86 F but I'm in no California. Anti-histamines you're no friends of mine.

  Wearing high waisted pants Zara, cotton shirt Comme des Garçons, white booties  H&M last seen here, handmade leather bag by Rena Xenou 

Days

Out and about, watching and spotting; that is what I always do best.  ♫ ♪ 

Photos two, three and four taken by asymptoticalnudity

                 
                                                                                                             

Chapter 42 - The Whiteness of The Whale

Though in many natural objects, whiteness refiningly enhances beauty, as if imparting some special virtue of its own, as in marbles, japonicas, and pearls; and though various nations have in some way recognised a certain royal preeminence in this hue; even the barbaric, grand old kings of Pegu placing the title "Lord of the White Elephants" above all their other magniloquent ascriptions of dominion; and the modern kings of Siam unfurling the same snow-white quadruped in the royal standard; (...) yet for all these accumulated associations, with whatever is sweet, and honorable, and sublime, there yet lurks an elusive something in the innermost idea of this hue, which strikes more of panic to the soul than that redness which affrights in blood. This elusive quality it is, which causes the thought of whiteness, when divorced from more kindly associations, and coupled with any object terrible in itself, to heighten that terror to the furthest bounds. 

     Wearing shirt Benetton try here, neckpiece Margiela for H&M last seen here, skort Zara, espadrille wedge sandals Zara, sticker clutch custom.

          Excerpt from Moby Dick by Herman Melville

                 
                                                                                                             

Foma

And I made up lies

So that they all fit nice, 

And I made this sad world

A par-a-dise.

    Wearing vintage sequined sweater find a similar here, distressed jeans Attrattivo, sunnies Vans, espandrille wedges Zara, handmade beaded clutch, (last photo holographic clutch H&M)

Little ditty from Kurt Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle

                                                                                                    

Elephant Man

Never. Oh, never. Nothing will die. The stream flows, the wind blows, the cloud fleets, the heart beats. Nothing will die.

Wearing oversize shirt Uterque, silk scarf Salvatore Ferragamo an interesting alternative here silk shorts Zara, assymetric heels Nelly last seen here , clutch Accessorize

                                                                                                     

   Quote from Merrick's mother last lines in Elephant Man

                                                                                                    

Bring me home to this house of many days

Lemonbuds, churchyard full of kids, grandma's smile, little steps and stairs, first sunburn.