Ahmed Gallab – previously of Caribou, Yeasayer, and Of Montreal – is now onto his own project, Sinkane, which I’m really digging at the moment. The music is soothingly rhythmic and soulful, and completely worth checking out if you’re anywhere along their tour route.
Listen to Sinkane in this gorgeously graphic music video below (NSFW).
Get a leather jacket.
Feel armored.
Feel invincible.
Never remove this shell.
|ABOVE| Balenciaga classic biker jacket
I’m falling hard for this Acne denim jacket – to the point where I’d almost buy multiples, and suffer the cartoonish closet consequences, just to ensure I can wear this perfect jacket for the rest of my life.
Perfection is square shoulders and a carefully nipped-in waist, a collar that pops effortlessly. Perfection is a denim jacket that makes me feel all James Dean. I want to be a bad (tom)boy, don’t you? Skip class, drive fast, break hearts…
I’ve paired mine here with a favorite from the guy’s closet – a Wallace & Barnes printed shirt that I’ve knotted and cuffed – a look that has easily found its way into my weekly rotation. I’m also wearing a pair of Acne high-waisted ‘needle’ jeans, which are not quite new, but I’m still not sure about having so much of my stomach covered and corseted in denim. My cameraman, however, seems to approve.
|ABOVE| Acne light vintage washed denim jacket, Wallace & Barnes printed shirt (similar here), Acne needle high-rise skinny jeans, J.Crew emmett leather boots (similar here and here), Westward Leaning wintermute sunglasses (also seen here)
I’m going to slip back in here like I was never gone. Sneaky-like, just start putting up new content and hope you all can forgive (and forget) my extended absence.
Spring, spring, spring, you’re such a fucking tease. A couple days I spent in wild abandon – bare legs and a jean jacket, chasing the sunny side of the street – and then the next, my umbrella was inside out, a veritable bowl above my head (though it did keep my hair dry). I’m living in skinny jeans and an army jacket these days, too many versions of the same chambray shirt. “If you’re bored, you’re boring!” they say, to which I reply “How would you like this nice umbrella?”
Where did we last leave off… well, I still haven’t found a new purse, but don’t think it doesn’t haunt me every single day. I had an easier time finding a husband. It isn’t all doldrums and dark clouds though – there are some promising new options, things I can’t wait to share with you all here. I’ve been rabidly flipping through fashion magazines and scanning the racks at my favorite stores – desperate attempts to satisfy the itch that begs, just one more thing. It’s a symptom of Spring, I think. Now here is what’s currently on my list.
|ABOVE| Marc by Marc Jacobs zora umbrella, Zara combination poplin studio shirt, Acne vintage washed denim jacket (similar here and here), Alexander Wang leather bralette (similar here and here), By Malene Birger ticcal striped crop top
When I was in college, I dated a couple guys who turned out to be real assholes, and after we broke up (between the crying and the angry journal writing), I’d secretly curse them – with male pattern baldness. At the time, it felt like the most benign retaliation, a silent wish that they’d have to choose between a comb-over or a baseball cap for the rest of their lives.
Dilemma. My purse is balding. Sure, you could call it a patina, or character even, but the truth is it’s balding and there is nothing I can do about it. Brand new it was a Theysken’s Theory messenger back with lustrous blue calf-hair. It started off as many new things do, with tender care and loving pets, but interest wanes and real life smacks you on the face and a purse becomes what it should be – utilitarian. I’d stuff it full of receipts and lipsticks, Altoids and bananas, and then sling it on my shoulder each and every day. It got worn on and lived in, and slowly shed it’s bristly blue hairs, and well now you can see it here, one year old.
Have I been cursed? Oh hell, I don’t really believe in curses. But maybe it is time I took it easy on old Blue and put another purse in the rotation. I’ve selected a few candidates over an online shopping binge, but I’ll have to venture in-store to really narrow it down. I need to feel their heft, measure how they drape and swing with my hips. Purses are personal, after all.
|ABOVE potential love affairs| Alexander McQueen de manta, Proenza Schouler record bag, Acne laurie, Céline edge
