I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling…
(We seem to have drunk all the sangria by this point.)

I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling…

(We seem to have drunk all the sangria by this point.)

Tags: birthday

Elizabeth Taylor

Elizabeth Taylor

Tags: not my life

"Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you."

— Chuck Klosterman (via bleuelle)

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""We will never be royals," Lorde sings, a tinge of melancholy in her voice, and it’s easy to imagine people hearing their own fate in her lament. The question worth asking echoes from the end of the chorus: do we still want to live that fantasy?"

Lorde sounds like teen spirit

Tags: lorde music

"We come to New York for the possibility of interaction and inspiration. Sometimes, that possibility of serendipitous encounters – and I don’t mean in the meat market – is the principal lure."

David Byrne

Tags: new york

I am incapable of having appropriately-sized fantasies.

Earlier this year, after reading a film script my friend Emily pumped out in a few days, I decided I wanted to do the same. I came up with an idea, decided to write it “just for fun,” thinking if all else failed Emily and I could make it on a hand held camera.

Within a few days, my mind was filled with visions of myself stalking the red carpet at Sundance, and casting Jennifer Lawrence as my female lead.

(Said idea has since been revised to entail writing the beginnings of a novel during National Novel Writing Month, and then if it turns out to have legs revising it and revising it, and then if it turns out okay sending it to my agent to see if she thinks it is any good.)

Similarly, last week I was walking up Fifth Avenue thinking how well a particular dress fit me, and wishing I could have it remade in different colours and fabrics, perhaps with a slightly lower waist line or more room for the bust (which as all larger busted ladies can attest, has a habit of pushing up both waistlines and hemlines in a rather annoying manner).

I thought to myself that perhaps I should hire a seamstress to make a few items, which turned into learning to sew myself, which turned into visions of myself sitting at the kitchen table in the evenings creating for myself the perfect capsule wardrobe.

When things got really crazy, though, was when I started imagining myself walking around in my perfectly tailored clothes, being featured on The Coveteur for my mad fashionista skills, and eventually ending up with my own Victoria Beckham style line and side career as a designer. Alongside my other planned side career as a supper club doyenne and salonniere.

You can see why my book has taken me five and a half years to complete. And I don’t just mean the perpetual distractions; I mean the idea spiralling. Can’t just write a book, oh no. Have to write the Best Book Ever. 

Just a quick break from our scheduled programming to remark on what a visually spectacular experience today’s Chanel show must have been.

See also: A look at how Instagram is changing fashion week.

The blog post in which I disagree with Seth Godin about escapism


Jerusalem humbled me with its history and religions  winding in and around each other. Visiting Jordan is helping me better understand the Syria crisis unfolding now. Visiting South East Asia taught me about how limited my own understanding of food is. Bangladesh taught me about population density, poverty, the intensity of collective cultures, and the beauty of colour. France and London how connected people became intellectuals and created whole movements of thought and art which continue to influence our world. I could go on.

Lyrian on travel.

Tags: travel

So, the other day, someone rather more glamorous than I added me on a certain social media network and told me my brain was ace.

I decided to invite them for a drink (because why the hell not?) and the aforementioned brain quickly catapulted into a montage of Pinterest style friendship scenarios (coffee shops, road trips, book launches), like someone on a first date mentally walking their would-be paramour down the aisle.

Anyway, I think it’s safe to say my friendship montage is never going to happen, but I realised last night that it reminded me of this song from Family Guy. So am sharing that here because it is hilarious.

Watch it. 

(Apologies for crappy video quality. I couldn’t find a better version.)

"Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary."

— Chuck Palahniuk (via b0y-x)

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