tuxedo, tightsplease part 1 of 2

photos by the porte-plume.

wearing vintage reconstructed denim dress, merona by target double-breasted coat, jonathan aston tuxedo tights given by tightsplease, f21 sequined clutch, thrifted golden bow pin, revlon lips in wild orchid, and purple unlisted ankle boots.

TIGHTS PLEASE

a huge thank you to the wonderful people at tights please for sending me these gorgeous jonathan aston tuxedo tights. i'm always a fan of using tights to add a little extra flare to a look, but these tights go above and beyond any pair i've had before. the addition of the bow, the flattering stripe in both the front and back of the leg, combined with the sheer texture make these beauties a wonderful addition to my everyday wardrobe.
because the bow hits in such a flattering place and the tuxedo stripe is rare to find on tights anymore, i think jonathan aston has done a beautiful job mixing the old with the new. i also adore how tights please does a wonderful job of collecting different designers and patterns from all over and makes them easily accessible in one place for a customer. thanks again, tights please! go check them out here.

moving on. the late night to early morning study sessions are getting real old, real quick. but it's the light at the end of the tunnel that's been keeping me going. and a little bit of the kills, because it doesn't get any better than that.that song is something so special to me. there's an open heart in every line, and there's a lost confidence with every word. it reminds me of how important it is to love with your whole heart, but only if that love is given back in the same weight. alison mosshart, be mine?in other news, i've been standing over highways with the wind whipping past my ears and shaggy dogs jogging past honking horns. ice skates on mailboxes, stories of spain on the bedroom floor over a glass of white wine, and the metamorphosis of a dog into a hedgehog. probably the cutest thing i've seen in a while. i've window-shopped through the village, ran entirely too far away from home for a timely return (again), and i've dreamt of what's to come of bernard. i've munched down burger up and been utterly thankful for the invention of truffle fries, i've defended my territory of a pool table against wolves with foaming mouths, and i've realized that sometimes people just need a minute. or a year. but i've also learned that force is poison, wanting is not needing, and needing is immature. the only true person that anyone ever needs is his or her own soul. a little bit of family goes a long way, but besides that, at the end of the day, the only person you need is yourself.








breathe peace.