always living my best life

18th century

white candles, white snow, white skies

“Picking Wild Flowers” (also known as “Picking Daisies”) (1905) (detail) by Hermann Seeger (1857-1945).

Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters to Véra

some things are too terrible to grasp at once. other things— naked, sputtering, indelible in their horror— are too terrible to really grasp ever at all. It is only later, in solitude, in memory that the realization dawns: when the ashes are cold; when the mourners have departed; when one looks around and finds oneself— quite to one’s surprise— in an entirely different world.

Danielle Frankel Studio

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the secret history; book designs 

Edith Head’s original sketches vs. final designs for Audrey Hepburn — in Roman Holiday (1953), Sabrina (1954), & Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

elie saab | fall 2020

bridge of sighs and st john’s college chapel, cambridge

Verona, Italy

a sudden wind rustled through the birches; a gust of yellow leaves came storming down. i took a sip of my drink. if i had grown up in that house i couldn’t have loved it more, couldn’t have been more familiar with the creak of the swing, or the pattern of the clematis vines on the trellis, or the velvety swell of land as it faded to gray on the horizon, and the strip of highway visible -just barely – in the hills, beyond the trees.