Monday, April 2, 2012

Sky Blue










Black Cowboy Inspired Hat From Italy
Silk Shirt Vest Black Halo
Leather Platform Sandal Camilla Skovgaard 

Hey beautiful people! I was on a bit of a hiatus but now I'm back and Spring is in the air. What better way to start off the season than with a beautiful bright color like sky blue. Try something new this S/S, wear colors that pop. You'll be surprised how much it will brighten up your day. 




Photo Credit Ludget Delcy

Monday, January 2, 2012

Love After Love...

I recently discovered this poem 'Love After Love' by the famous Caribbean (St. Lucian) poet, writer and playwright Derek Walcott. Being that we have entered a brand new year and everyone is thinking of ways to better themselves and change this and that, I thought this poem was a perfect message to put things into perspective. I fell in love with this piece because it does something that most poems don't do and that's remind you of the importance of loving and appreciating yourself. Most love poems are about longing for or lusting after that special someone. We all know that focusing on or trying to change anything out side of you is agonizing and just plain a waste of time. We get so caught up in trying to make others fall in love with us and appreciate us that we forget the most important person is you, first and foremost. Instead of a bunch of nonsense New Years resolutions that I'm sure most of you will forget about by February anyways, how about we stop and recap on all the amazing things that make you, you. So for 2012 and beyond how about falling back in love with YOU.

Love After Love


The time will come when, 
with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, 
in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome, 
and say, sit here. Eat.


You will love again the stranger who was your self. 
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, 
to the stranger who has loved you all your life, 
whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. 


Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, 
the photographs, the desperate notes, 
peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.