Meow Mix.

Today, I blog for my cat who I love to hate. Because she is a nasty little thing. Who is ugly. And mean. And really my sister's cat. And having surgery tomorrow. And whether or not I like admitting it, I love her stupid evil cat self to death.

This is for you Annabel ♥

Now I am off to watch Batman Begins. Seeing Inception Again put me in Cillian Murphy mood.

♥ Lini.

Stud Muffin

I woke up today with a headache.

Once upon a time, Marc Jacobs said he was sick of seeing girls in studded out everything.

I love you sir, but I strongly disagree.

So, here's to what I feel will never grow old and to what I feel is currently being jammed into my brain. Ouch.

Steampunk bike, studded with love.

I once dressed at a fashion show and had that first pictured bitch of a model. I wish she had these shoes to wear. And I might have poked her with them, on accident of course.

Though I love this, it's not exactly my next swimsuit of choice. Cute though!

Beautiful. I love that it's not black, making it less harsh. RIP McQueen.

Casual table, you know.

For people who hate their babies I guess. Studded pacifier.

C'est tout.

♥ Lini.

These Are My Obsessions

The other day I checked my voicemail which I rarely do. I had a messaged from a friend demanding I update my blog because she couldn't live without it anymore. I couldn't tell if she was kidding or not, but far be it from me to be responsible for someone's demise via lack of blogging.

I have no theme today. Just videos you should watch. Songs you should hear. And pictures of things you should probably buy. For me. Or yourself. Whatever.

Biggest girl crush I have. Alice Dellal for Palladium Boots.

I dig these accessories. Coco & Breezy.

Love the background music, appreciate their stuff. We Are Handsome, Aussie Swimwear 2011.

Music: Grace Jones, Love You To Life.

Perrrrrfectttionnn. Lingerie, Obey My Command. [I believe they will.]

Takashi Murakami Watch. So, so cute. I think it's man's watch but I love it anyhow.

Minna Parikka Shoes, as are the pink ones below. I do love ♥

Cleobella Half Moon Clutch. I love this color. I wanna make it work for Fall.

See about. mmmm ♥

Zipper Nails, Laura SofiaKoski. I do love me some zippers.

Crazy Pig Ring. This is super duper awesome.

Cardona Bonache Accordion Shoes. Someone made this instrument not nerdy? I salute you.

Camera Lens mug. Cleverr.

Hope you got your fix my dear friend.

Dammnit, school starts way too soon.

So long, sweet summer.

♥ Lini.

The Villian Wins After Happily Ever After

I had a dream last night that I only just remembered, which in turn triggered a memory of a conversation I had with a friend yesterday.

We went to the beach. Nikki Beach, more specifically. I always had friends who raved about how South Beach was the best beach to go to in South Florida. Personally found it overrated, more partial to the Fort Lauderdale beaches myself. But, I was asked to go yesterday so I went. My love for beaches in general is far stronger than my preference for any particular one.

People have this idea of South Beach as a fabulous, gorgeous place. Filled with fabulous, gorgeous people doing fabulous, gorgeous things. I arrived to Nikki Beach and found... a beach. It was a very nice beach mind you, but in my head I had created this image of flawless beings sipping sparkling cocktails in dewy glasses sunbathing on white towels, evenly spaced beneath white umbrellas stabbed into fine grain sand. There were pretty people there, and umbrellas, and the water did feel perfect. It just wasn't some paradise straight from my imagination. I told my friend this and he pointed out my towel wasn't even white, so even if my fantasy vision were true, I would have destroyed it upon my arrival.

He is right in a way. My real life presense takes away from my imagination. I find myself constantly being disappointed because in my head, I see things as being so completely perfect and beautiful. It's impossible, at least in my eyes, for anything real to match up. So, I am never really satisfied. In my dream last night I imagined driving through a fantastic place. I can't describe it because for me, that would take away from what I saw in my head.

I guess that's why people make movies. And art. And why I want to make clothes. To camoflauge the truth. To fake what I dream and make it tangible.

It's very frustrating to need more and more to take your breath away. To be in love with beauty, but to have an increasingly high standard for what defines it.

Fairy tales aren't true?

♥ Lini.

Say Cheese

I've got this summer job. I'm making this money but I don't know what I'm making it for. I see things [cough floral Doc Marten's cough, sighhh.] I want and just as I go to buy them I stop. I could be saving up for something else, and if I buy this thing, my earnings will be gone and I won't be able to in the future. Then I think of the semester ahead, knowing I'll have expenses then. But I want another tattoo. But I want to rage away my summer and do something crazy. I half planned a road trip to New Orleans, but it never happened.

So these paychecks stack up. They're not enough to do something big, buy something big, or go anywhere big. There's things I need, things I want, and things I know I should buy. But, it's so hard to be sensible.

I hate money.

I think I really want a camera. I lost mine in Barcelona last year. It broke my heart. I feel I need a new one. I feel like you can have an amazing moment, and while it's happening you refuse to believe you'll ever forget it. But you will. There's a whole lot of moments that make up a lifetime.

So, camera? Or camera?

Decision made maybe? I just want one really bad.

Money, Money, Money. Must be funny... In a rich man's world.

ABBA

♥ Lini.

Like a butterfly floats its wings and Tokyo explodes or there's a tsunami, in like, you know, somewhere.

At my current job I was trained in Spanish. Typical, I mean I currently live and work in Miami. Mind you, I do not actually speak Spanish well enough to be fully trained for a job in it. I think they eventually realized this upon my look of sheer terror. So, I guess they figured they'd make it brief and get to the most important aspects of my position.

One of the girls told me [insert super chonga accent] that my job was to basically faciliate the customer's shopping experience and make it as aestically pleasing and easy as possible. Why? Because let's say if there's half a stack of jeans in one room, and another stack somewhere else, a poor unsuspecting customer may only find the one stack that happens to not have her size. Without the said jeans she won't have a thing to wear out that night, and will be doomed to sit at home for the evening. Had the jeans been better orgazined, she would have found her size. Voila! She would have hit the club looking stunning, and found her future boyfriend that night.

My job is to organize the store to insure people's lives become fairy tales and not nights spent watching VH1. Home. Alone. On their Couches. Binging. Because without THOSE jeans, you're doomed. Duh.

When she told me this, I just though to myself is she kidding? Is the language barrier that severe? If you know me, I will rage about how important fashion is, but even I thought she was going overboard. I kept and keep thinking about this everytime I go into work. Until I realized...

Maybe she has a point. I mean sometimes people stay in or don't do things because they aren't feeling their best, and I believe how you feel about your appearance has a wholeee lot to do with that. If you're in a bad mood you might give off a bad vibe preventing you from meeting someone or doing something which could change your life, or at least your day. And if you go into a store, and it's an unorganized disaster, and you can't find what you want... well, maybe that put you in a bad mood. Butterfly effect via ill-fitting skinny jeans perhaps?

I'm not saying fashion controls your destiny. I'm not saying I control your destiny by properly folding skirts into a manner which makes it easier for you to find just the right one. But maybe, just maybe, fashion & I shape it a little more than you care to admit.

Cause I felt like smiling this morning.

♥ Lini.

Hearing Is Believing

People are going to tell you things you're gonna want to believe for the entirety of your life. Starts off with Santa Claus is coming to visit tonight along with his BFF the Tooth Fairy, & might end with With proper treatment, many make full recovery. Whatever the story being spun, we eat it up everytime.

I have a lot of facts I count on, many of which were merely told to me with equal credibility as the tale of good old Saint Nick. A friend of mine told me toasting bread burns some of the calories. I believe it. Why? I have no idea. I have zero proof or rational backing in anything in my life that would even make that seem true. I mean, burning is a chemical reaction and all... but my point is people say things and we just decide they must be true. Or false. Without bothering to check. Is it just trust and faith? Or just allowing ourselves to believe whatever it is we want to hear? Why do we sometimes label "honest" people as bitches? Because we don't like hearing if they hurt, only things involving how to prepare breakfast in a manner which allows us to skip 2 minutes of cardio?

Am I going to check if toasting bread burns calories? Nope. Don't tell me. Toast is my current Santa Claus. I couldn't tell you why, but I think everyone has one.

Rolling Stones & Chanel

It's like me and someone I know in a manicure or something.

I dedicate this to... various individuals.

This makes me sad but it's a pretty picture.
Sidenote, I just gotta say it, Paul is the greatest animal ever.

I don't know who this woman is, but she is remarkably, insanely beautiful.

Freckles.

Lifesaver of the week: Peace of Mind from Origins.

You put a dab on your fingertips, inhale, rub into temples, earlobes, and back of neck.

Voila. Fixes everything. ♥ it.

♥ Lini