Haunting and wonderful.

“I wonder what it would be like if I were a male rock star? Maybe I just could be like ‘fuck it’ and keep someone hanging there. But, I don’t know… It just doesn’t feel right. And I definitely don’t have groupies. No, the evening always ends with me and my friend in my hotel room watching romantic comedies going, ‘We’re never getting married.’”

This was fun.

jerryhuynh:

so good.

(Source: feministryangosling)

"Woke up at noon and headed to Chelsea Market in a white short-sleeve Petit Bateau tee, Vince black leggings and my Lanvin pink ballerinas. For me, sneakers will never be really feminine, and anyway, I don’t play any sports. I’m having French girlfriends over, and I started by picking up dark Nestlé chocolate to make Sonia’s recipe for mousse au chocolat. At home, I changed into a big soft Rodarte sweatshirt that I bought at Opening Ceremony. It says “J’aime Rodarte” on the front and “Je déteste Rodarte” on the back. It’s so nouvelle vague. On bottom, I had on fuchsia silk and lace shorts from Sabbia Rosa, this lingerie shop on Rue des Saint-Pères in Paris. The three of us watched “Á Bout de Souffle” and “Le Mépris” while eating the entire mousse and debating Jean Seberg and Brigitte Bardot’s sense of style."

Lola.

“Featuring inspirational, international women, it pairs ambitious journalism with a sartorial and intelligent perspective on fashion that is focused on personal style – the way women actually look, think and dress.”

About. Damn. Time.  (Via jessbennett)

oldhollywood:

Anouk Aimée & Jean-Louis Trintignant in Un homme et une femme (1966, Claude Lelouch)

"I’ll get my metrosexual groove on and fabulous it up, then."

Today in amazing emails from my step-dad.

“If I had to give young writers advice, I would say don’t listen to writers talking about writing or themselves.”

Lillian Hellman (via)

"It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we’re talking about when we talk about love."

Raymond Carver. Also, read this.

oldhollywood:

Jean Seberg in Breathless (1960, dir. Jean-Luc Godard)

I mean, obviously.

"Finally—and perhaps this is all I need to say—Maine has an L.L. Bean outlet* that is open 24 hours, 365 days a year. Who needs flannel pajamas or a monogrammed tent at 3a.m.? Who is the person that is rushing to the Bean at the crack of dawn for river waders and maple candy in the shape of a moose head? I can tell you that these people live in Maine. And that they will offer you mussels and sweetbreads and perfect omelets if you play your cards right."

“Portland, ME: A Small City with Big Eats,” Jauntsetter (via angelawublog)

(Source: jauntsetter.com)

youmightfindyourself:

Flower Seller, Dal Lake, Kashmir, 1996 by Steve McCurry

(Source: audreyhepburncomplex)