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You suddenly realize it’s actually 2015. So does everybody else. The last two years have been a shared delusion that just inexplicably ended and everybody remembers it.
do you remember threatening to run away from home?
how you would storm through the house with all the blood in your little body trying to burst through your cheeks because it was unfair you couldn’t have dessert before dinner. how you would get to the front door with your little red wagon packed with the essentials; your teddy bear, a rain jacket, all $5.68 in the a piggy bank that you were sure would get you to antarctica, and maybe the chocolate bar you were stashing under your bed, and then you would burst into tears because your parents let you make it that far. they let you go and in that moment you felt more abandoned than you thought you would cause them in your absence. they loved you enough to let you get to the door step, maybe even down the block, for that little taste of freedom.
i still want to run away from home. or maybe its a matter of running towards it. home seems so illusive, so unrefined. sometimes i sleep better in the back of my prius on a solo road trip than i do in my own bed. home has always been spoken of as security and safety but i don’t believe walls are required for that anymore. home is a sound, its an onomatopoeia. its not a structure of boards and nails but what your mind hums when it reaches that feeling of composure.
i want to run away from my house. i keep my car packed with a sleeping bag, pad, and all $5.68 in change in my center console at all times so that when i decide to run home, its simply a matter of getting back on the road and going till i chose to stop.
Once the summer months fade away, it can be easy to subconsciously switch your wardrobe into a sea of neutral hues. But this year, there’s no excuse not to embrace the season’s most sumptuous hues: deep purples, rich reds, burnt orange, and perfect burgundy. Red, in all of its shocking glory, was one of the runway’s most standout trends, appearing everywhere from Michael Kors to Valentino. Want the most bang for your look? Try on a notice-me jacket, like the leather trench offered by Derek Lam. For those looking for a more off-beat option, try a rich violet—surprisingly neutral when paired with a simple top (here, an Hermes skirt goes perfectly with a crisp white button-down). And to truly embrace the chillier weather, opt for leather options, whether it be coats, skirts, pants, or whatever. Here, model Natalie Westling shows off the season’s best hues.
Photographs by Zoë Ghertner, styled by Melanie Ward.
At least devils danced. All the angels ever seemed to do was cry.
K.F. Gecko. (via moonlightangel)
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Natalie Westling for Vogue Italia June 2017 by Inez van Lamsweerde & Vinoodh Matadin
Masha Mel for Metal Magazine
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Georgia O'Keeffe in Twilight Canyon, 1964, by Todd Webb
// The electricity between us was insane //