garance, la mer opale

Recently, I purchased a black leather portfolio clutch, just large enough to fit my MacBook into but not much else. There is something quite freeing about limiting the contents of my bag. I take what I need and that’s it. No fuss.

Now, I am coveting these clutches by Commes des Garcons. Small enough to just carry the basics; cash, cards, phone. Weirdly, I am falling hard for the bright orange version (not pictured). 

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Discovered sometimes i feel so happy thanks to Dead Fleurette
today and might I recommend everyone to go and check out her lovely, lovely tumblr.

I haven’t been wearing anything terribly exciting recently, mostly due to the fact that I split my time these days between the library and home. But an outfit like this is no fuss, which is a win in my book. Shove a tee-shirt on, slip into some ballet pumps, comb my fringe and go. I was fairly unsure about this Topshop waterproof. I’m generally adverse to anything nude coloured, other than underwear and a pair of battered Office pumps that I’ve had for a while. But something about this colour and the early Spring weather which we’ve been experiencing in London, seem to work. Plus, it’s incredibly practical for the upcoming April showers! 

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Upon dating someone new, I’m going to just start purchasing a few pairs of seamed stockings and being like, “please wear these whenever possible.” Some stockings look retarded, like if they are lace, or have some weird pattern, but if they are just simple stockings with a black seam running up the back of them, they will automatically up the babe factor of whoever’s wearing them. Why is this? It’s something having to do with the seam itself, like it in some way implies that the person wearing them might own a leather paddle. The seam is also like an arrow pointing upwards like, “hey, there’s a vagina up there.” I don’t know.

- from Thought Catalogue