Monday, August 30, 2010

The only people for me are the mad ones

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
- Jack Kerouac

lights of the Astoria.

Take note, boys. Some slim-fitting black pants, some serious boots, a chain, and a well-worn tee. throw on a sweet jacket or a thin cardigan and you're gold, Ponyboy.

Ok so I am absolutely obsessed with mustard yellow and this girl just solidified my love. the sophisticated high-bun and those cheek bones don't hurt either.

echoing some classic innocence.

On Hailey: pants by Members Only
On Steph: vintage cobalt blue silk dress

some attention to detail, like a perfectly rolled sleeve, can make it a little more special

pin-up girl inspired streetstyle.

Dylan and ducks.

cut-out shoulders.

can never resist leopard-print (peep-toe) wedges. Alexander Wang made a similar pair that I absolutely adore.

cuffed pants

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