I've been dressing like a homeless librarian lately. That is, a librarian whose only home is her library. This is complete with sweaters I can only describe as
mangy clashing with hair that channels Ms.Frizzle-in-a-pommade-explosion. Completing the look, I've got d.i.y chola fringe (so bad that it's good).
In light of the perpetual fashion disaster that is my recent life, here's a proposed style wish list. I'd much rather possess this
Marianne Faithful-meets-prep-school-gypsy look:
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clogs. i knew they would come back. i said so all along. (via scout&catalogue) |
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i'm a suedehead. i tried this necklace on and wouldn't take it off. "sway me necklace" (via one fine day: handmade jewellery by laurie)
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| pastel hair. i don't even. my hair would never forgive me for this (via nylon magazine october 2009) |
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| these aren't really a legit fashion point but delicate tattoos: who would have thought? exquisite. (via nomoneynoremote) |
-peach
