
So, I've partnered up with this fellow for a little side project: Dead Paper. The first posts went up today (I've been collecting and destroying vintage magazines for over a month now in preparation!). Go check it out.

Whenever people complain about the speed of planes and how they take the "travel" out of seeing new places, I have to wonder what they mean. Certainly a slower means of transportation affords greater views, but there are so many pitfalls and so much time wasted on the road. Removing "travel" from a trip means getting to wake up fresh in a new city without the annoyance of waiting at train stations at the crack of dawn, lugging your suitcase up dozens of stairs, and wondering when you're going to stop rushing long enough to get a bite to eat. I do like walking around new cities rather than taking a taxi or metro or other means of swifter transportation. I don't mind going out on a boat and just taking in the ocean. But when I'm trying to get to a new place, I'd rather skip all the time spent on the road getting there. Needless to say, our train ride from Pisa to Venice was less than enjoyable. However, we survived and even befriended an Italian actor along the way (random strangers like to talk to me and I can't really dissuade them otherwise).








Our second stop in Italy was Pisa, which was very exciting to me because it was my first visit to that fair city. We stayed at a quaint little bed & breakfast with a painting of Jesus over our gilded headboard, ate at a charming little restaurant recommended to us by locals, and were awed by the sight of the leaning tower of Pisa in moonlight. And Pisa smelled like honeysuckles; a sweet perfume that transported me back to childhood. In short, it was a magical experience that has endeared this city to me forever. Climbing the spiral staircase through the leaning tower was a head-trip I won't soon forget. I also will remember the strange, young man with curly hair who asked me to take a picture of him at every possible stop on the journey up. By the time we had reached the roof I had snapped more pictures of his unfamiliar face on his camera than of the sights on my own! It's always little experiences and memories like that one that stick with you the longest; random moments of fleeting significance that still leave a lasting impression.







When I look through my archives I occasionally notice some funny little occurrences. Such as this dress; I nearly always seem to wear it on overcast, miserable days. The first time I wore it out it rained and rained. The second time I wore it was on a dreary day in spring when the weather felt more like winter. Is this dress provoking terrible weather?
After our brief dalliance in Barcelona, my friend and I headed over to Italy for further adventures. We only spent one whirlwind day in Florence (which I visited last year too) and sadly the weather was unkind to us. The weather alternated between heavy downpours and a light drizzle until the late afternoon when we were too weary to enjoy anything, the skies finally began to clear. Even with ominous clouds above, Florence is a lovely city and one never really gets over seeing the David firsthand. My friend was properly awed by her experiences and her excitement was quite infectious. It's nice to travel with people who make you eager to get up in the morning and keep you on your toes all day!






I am loving so many pieces from Ruby's A/W 2011 collection and the styling for the lookbook is topnotch as well. The collection draws inspiration from the the 1960s, but the color palette and ease of the separates is thoroughly modern. The mix of soft and hard elements in the styling is especially appealing; so much inspiration for fall dressing although we're just beginning summer here!
images c/o Ruby
Second to the Sagrada Familia, my favorite thing in Barcelona would have to be Gaudi's House of Bones, or Casa Batllo. Art Nouveau is one of my favorite periods in art history, so seeing this house firsthand and looking out of the swooping windows was a dream. How I would love a home of soft, fluid lines that echo the movement of the ocean! Entrance into this exalted building isn't cheap, but it was worth every penny. Gaudi's unique genius is present in every detail from floor to ceiling. I, for one, couldn't get enough. You move through the house room by room and floor by floor, ending your adventure on the rooftop. We lingered up there to enjoy the early afternoon sun and take a few outfit photographs.