Yes I realize I ask you guys this every year. No it doesn’t get any less interesting. (And yes I know we’d all like to be Sexy Inexplicable Melancholy. But really.)
I, as usual, am completely a loss for ideas. Eep.
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About the author
Laura Yan is a writer living in Brooklyn and this is her aesthetic playground. She blogs , writes fiction and tweets.
She is fond of fountain pens, aesthetics, bygone eras, red lipstick, sex, stockings, 19th century literature, sultry old jazz, fresh cut flowers, wearing things on her head, puppies, and conversations with strangers. Amongst other things.
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21.
Thank god this project has no deadline! I almost forgot about it entirely. Then I rediscovered and remembered that it was great fun. So I took my camera with me to Bryant Park and discovered Steven.
Steve was incredibly dapper on the steps of the library, and being photographed by a friend. Turns out, he’s a fashion blogger. Well, he’s an art student from Nigeria who has an eye for details and impeccable style. The photos he’ll have up on his blog will probably be better than mine, but he was a refreshing and fitting subject in front of the elegant library otherwise frequented by tourists and unremarkably dressed academics. Follow him on tumblr here and find more of his style on his blog!
I’m reviving my 100 strangers project! A long, long past due update.
I always say that I wish to have three sorts of people as my friends, those who are very rich, those who are very witty, and those who are very beautiful.
a character from Christopher Isherwood’s The Berlin Stories. (via paintedfictions)
(via paintedfictions)
An experiment
I’ve tried
writing
poetry, you see?
It is easier to read
and
lovely, sounding.
like
yellow golden leaves
and tired bent trees
and cracked fingertips
and lost memories
except,
I can’t write,
poetry.
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