milkstudios:

Costello Tagliapietra S/S ‘12
We don’t mean to brag, but this evening’s show was pretty great. Awesome clothes + Leigh Lezark DJing (M83 and Washed Out, anyone?) made for a great time. Click through for the rest of the looks!
Photo by: BFA
bryanteslava:

This is my view from my new place in NYC.
Fashions Night Out is this upcoming Thursday! So I’ll be live blogging instagram photos.
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bryanteslava:

This is my view from my new place in NYC.

Fashions Night Out is this upcoming Thursday! So I’ll be live blogging instagram photos.

If you would like to stay updated with my Fashions Night Out photos, follow me on instagram, under: bryanteslava

or

if you don’t have an instagram account, subscribe to my photos: here.

elle:

Behind the Cover
Shop the “surf’s up” style from our October cover story featuring the lovely ladies of Victoria’s Secret.
Photo: Marcel Wepper
barisowa:

title: [soundscape] imperfect
photo: condemn
song: sisters of mercy, leonard cohen
‘it began as a mistake.’ – bukowski
it began as a mistake. i was driving down the street and there was this perfect, little woman. she had old, kind eyes. she looked weathered but peaceful. i had only a second to take the picture and i wasn’t able to capture her face. i looked at the image on my camera and was disappointed, the photo disregarded. it wasn’t until much later when scrolling through uploaded photos on my computer that i saw her the second time.
and i loved her.
i loved the blurred arm, the deep saturation of the stripes on her shirt, the way her cropped hair so perfectly hugged her ears. somehow, the fact that this is not a perfect photo makes it so personal to me. it cannot stand on its own. it has no merits. it belongs only to me.
perhaps i’m the only one who feels a distinct sting of loneliness when i look at this photo. perhaps i’m the only one who feels saddened, but somehow graceful. strong. that time will give and take and give and take and give and take, and there is such a beauty in accepting that. and there is such beauty in accepting all the imperfections in your life and realizing just how perfect they are. all of the knick-knacks and flotsam and miscellanea that you’ve collected accidentally – walking along on the sidewalks of your life – and now you look back and realize just how important those haphazard trinkets are. the times you stood by yourself, afraid. the times you drank too much. the times you cried yourself to sleep. the cold mornings with hot tea.
every bad decision.
they all belong to you. they are all yours. and, yes, you will likely be the only one who ever loves them. so love them.
[originally posted in my weekly column, [soundscape] on knoxroad.]

barisowa:

title: [soundscape] imperfect

photo: condemn

song: sisters of mercy, leonard cohen

‘it began as a mistake.’ – bukowski

it began as a mistake. i was driving down the street and there was this perfect, little woman. she had old, kind eyes. she looked weathered but peaceful. i had only a second to take the picture and i wasn’t able to capture her face. i looked at the image on my camera and was disappointed, the photo disregarded. it wasn’t until much later when scrolling through uploaded photos on my computer that i saw her the second time.

and i loved her.

i loved the blurred arm, the deep saturation of the stripes on her shirt, the way her cropped hair so perfectly hugged her ears. somehow, the fact that this is not a perfect photo makes it so personal to me. it cannot stand on its own. it has no merits. it belongs only to me.

perhaps i’m the only one who feels a distinct sting of loneliness when i look at this photo. perhaps i’m the only one who feels saddened, but somehow graceful. strong. that time will give and take and give and take and give and take, and there is such a beauty in accepting that. and there is such beauty in accepting all the imperfections in your life and realizing just how perfect they are. all of the knick-knacks and flotsam and miscellanea that you’ve collected accidentally – walking along on the sidewalks of your life – and now you look back and realize just how important those haphazard trinkets are. the times you stood by yourself, afraid. the times you drank too much. the times you cried yourself to sleep. the cold mornings with hot tea.

every bad decision.

they all belong to you. they are all yours. and, yes, you will likely be the only one who ever loves them. so love them.

[originally posted in my weekly column, [soundscape] on knoxroad.]

dknyprgirl:

Oh yes, that’s our girl Angie in a DKNY cami….looks like an ad no?
#VanityFair

dknyprgirl:

Oh yes, that’s our girl Angie in a DKNY cami….looks like an ad no?

#VanityFair

dknyprgirl:

Halloween is around the corner……just giving you some ideas….
#JessicaLowndes in DKNY in #TatlerUK

dknyprgirl:

Halloween is around the corner……just giving you some ideas….

#JessicaLowndes in DKNY in #TatlerUK