Look, am I late coming to the table with this? This blog is like a crystal horse riding, forest walking, enchanted dreamy fashion mix up. This is more than just boring old reporting on trends, this is making trends. Or should I say making art? Or both? http://fleurlux.blogspot.com/
I have a strong urge to put on my backpack and contemplate life in the ocean. It's a pretty strong urge. I feel like the ocean can heal me like nothing else can. I try to make the Pilgrimage when ever I can. It seems far away from this cold apartment right now. I'll tell you that.
I can't really explain what it is exactly about Jenny Lewis that makes me love her so. Her sweet country voice, her tiny stature and fiery hair, her biting lyrics... she is admittedly brash, honest and self effacing and I guess I admire that. She is wrapped up in my past, a romance and my memories of living across the world, where I discovered her. When I was done and I had listened to her the hole way 'round this globe, I came home and got to meet her. It was like she was welcoming me home. And I haven't left since. I think that really means that I've had to grow up and stop traipsing around the world. But she has come to visit me from time to time and I always go say hi.