The Art of Schiele

Egon Schiele was the artist behind my most adored pieces of art. Small drawings of women in various states of melancholy, infused with grace. They resemble reflections perhaps of his own mind: the self laid bare, projected onto those close and distant. A passing girl. A head of orange hair, red bow stuck firmly in [...]

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Early Evening

The sky stares at us from within tyrian purple clouds, as purple as the insides of my eyelids. Perhaps I am not free to leave now, immediately, but I have just finished reading a story that made me feel free. I would like to plan an exit, one which could be staged in time or [...]

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10 things about my style: five.

In certain situations, an often employed thought is the idea that once something has been achieved – or in the area of style, bought – it should be replaced. Items, looks, and people are by habit eagerly replaced. Away, they say; I need something new. But all objects eventually grow old. It should be perfectly [...]

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By the Sea

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Quiet on Demand

I have become such a happy shopper lately; amused by the adoption of another Charles Anastase piece and this little 1970s dress, bought for nothing. Nearly. I have devoted my head to Chekhovian stories, to coffee at a café where the waiter sings quietly along with french chansons. There I felt like a random character [...]

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Letters from Bruxelles

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