Saturday, October 9, 2010

Life as it seems to be

As I sit on the balcony of our penthouse we think deep thoughts again. No matter how good things get or happy we are these thoughts creep in and take over everything. As my brain floats between these headphones, suspended by the beauty of the music. I wonder what life has in store for us. Are we going to be these old ladies that wreak of chanel No 5 and wear only St. John or are we going to die young in the most fabulous way possible? But not knowing where you'll end up is the dearest part of life. And we look at our gowns and shoes in the coture closet and wonder why they don't make it like they used to anymore. The vintage pieces are perfect and domanant in the jumble of silk, chiffon, tulle, and cotton. They're all so perfect.We pay thousands of dollars for quailty, but often wonder if that's bullshit. Can we really trust that chanel frock or dior jacket to be more substantial than that topshop or H&M skirt? The vintage is classic,most of our shit won't ever become vintage, just old stuff that was once beautiful. We never get to pass on history through clothes. We have only our blog.

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