Jeanne Damas and all that Frenchness

I am obsessed with Jane Birkin and her equally fabulous offspring: Charlotte Gainesbourg and Lou Doillon. It is known.

And when I came across the blog of Jeanne Damas, I was instantly swept off my feet.

I've come to a point where I've realized that I own too much clothing. Much too much. I want to cull it down to a quarter of what it is. Exchange quatity for quality and have a few good effortless staples. I want to be able to live indefinitely out of a single suitcase. I travel quite a bit these days for work and pleasure and packing could be so simple if I only owned enough to fill one trunk.

So that's my goal. And Jeanne epitomizes this philosphy. It helps that she's gorgeous and French.





























All images via Jeanne Damas

Sprung

That time of year again. Texas doesn't really do transitional seasons, but Seattle really does. I'm here for 3 weeks on business and I couldn't imagine a more gorgeous city during spring, with a beautiful Easter Sunday.

These images reflect this city this time of year and in turn, inspire me to pieces.


Popular Imagination



Yours truly. I like these rings of mine and that's my new favorite nail color, Eternal Optimist by Essie. Appropriate, don't you think?











All images from my tumblr (where they have better source credits).

As though this month couldn't get better... I'll be in Austin, Texas, for Psych Fest at the end of this month. Feast your eyes.

Western Romance

Romance is in the air. Valentine's Day is around the corner. I just want a Cadillac Cowboy, to get the lost in the desert and to wear boots every day of the year.











Vogue France February 2012

Truest of True

There is no beauty more true than Jane, Charlotte and Lou. Sexy motherhood, effortless chic, busted teeth, natural glow, 100% comfortable in their own skin, shameless nudity, precious, dainty charm necklaces, tousled locks. Just goes to show that beauty isn't a packaged standard, it's not Barbie perfection but about being completely and utterly comfortable with yourself. Everything else follows naturally.

I guess excessive croissants and smoking help.

























All images via the great, creditless source of inspiration in the sky-- Tumblr.

Passage to India

I'm normally not a Chanel fan. This doesn't mean I didn't own a Chanel wallet when I was 19 and thought I was the shit. But now that I've gotten over designer labels, it's rare I dig anything on their runways. However, the Chanel Pre-fall show got me by the balls with tons of face jewelry, bindis, fake dreadlocks and hardcore Indian garb. Some even on legit Indian models. Talk about refreshing!























Jesus, it's so beautiful. My old roommate was a legit and beautiful Indian. I need to hit her up-- get her to take me to some Indian clothing boutiques. I can be shameless, I can be that gawky ginger trying to be ethnic.