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I know this isn’t technically a fashion blog but being that fashion first brought Agathe and myself together, I’m not quite ready to quit the habit all together.  I’ve watched every show of A/W15 and I can say with absolute certainty that Joseph is my favorite so far.  A while ago someone asked me to explain my look and I responded that, “I just want to look like a clean pile of wrinkled laundry, all the times”.  It’s true.  I tend to buy a lot of items with free form shape.  I like having room to move and I like having things which are easy to put on and take off.  I prefer cotton and cashmere.  In my thirties I am far less fussy than I used to be.  I rarely enjoy clingy apparel unless it’s the dead of winter and I am layering up.  I would wear every single one of these pieces from Joseph.  Happily.  I have a pinterest board called Let’s Get Cozy and these pieces are the summation of my thought process when adding to that board.  I know basics like pinterest.  But a friend pointed out recently that my nail polish matched my watch and phone case so go ahead and put a check mark next to my name.  (I happen to buy a lot of mint green, alright?  Nothing’s deliberate when you’re as lazy as I am).

–   Aja

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Hello Chewbacca

I need someone to explain the Chewbacca shoes to me.

This is not to say I’ll never wear the Chewbacca shoes myself.  In my years I have become wise to the idea that you never mock anything in fashion.  There’s nothing more tragic than someone with egg on their face trying to pretend like they were on board with wide leg jeans from the start when the truth is, they mocked their friend who bought them first.  Who knows?  In a few years I could come sauntering out of the house pairing my Chewbacca shoes with a flimsy little dress like it ain’t no thing.  But right now, it’s fair to say, I’m so confused.

These are the moments when I swear fashion is trolling us.

–  Aja

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Grotesque

BirdsWingsRippedOffToday as I was walking home form the library, my eyes scanned absentmindedly upon something abstract and beautiful yet unrecognizable.  It sometimes takes my brain a moment before it zeros in and properly places value and definition on bizarre objects.  I came across a second object before my eyes fully registered the first.  A beautiful set of wings, ripped ruthlessly away from a body.  I need not mention what my eyes found next.  I had to walk away before I snapped these photos because I felt myself grow a bit faint from the images.

That’s how I feel every time I read the news in America.  Every single day it’s something and usually if it involves the death of a minority, there’s something grisly and horrific just waiting beyond the surface.  This country seems so beautiful in theory and so opulent from afar.   But if you stare too long, you realize what it is without the abstractions.  If you examine the true history, you will find what it is really built upon.   And it’s very ugly.  Those poor kids in Chapel Hill, NC.  In America eighteen makes you an adult.  But in my eyes, they were just kids.  Their lives hadn’t even started.

–  Aja

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Fuck, the Isolation

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Yeah, so I was fine. I was fine when I got the message that he was being sent away. I just said “Ok.” He asked “What will happen to us then?” I said “I don’t know.” And I was fine. I made dinner, he came over, we had a few beers, listened to our old songs, the song we first we kissed to, stuff like that, we laughed. It was great. He spent the night. He kissed me goodbye in the morning and left. And I was fine. I have no idea if or when we’ll meet again. And I was fine.

Then the weather turns. It’s blowing up to a storm. Since the start of February we have had no boats to or from the island, apart from the car ferry which ends up in nowhere so it’s of little help. We have no boats. I can’t get off the island unless I end up stranded in some godforsaken place where there’s nothing but a waiting room. I want to go somewhere but I can’t. I want to see people but I can’t. And then I start thinking… What if this really is it? Me and B? We’ve been through some shit together, and man, if we pull through, then we have build one heck of a solid foundation. And the realization starts kicking in… I have no idea where we are headed. I have no idea when I’ll see him again. I have no idea how we’ll work things out. I mean, we have enough trouble as it is, now we’re physically separated for god knows how long. What if it really does matter?

Either way, I need to get away for a while, breathe a little bit. I need to see some friends, actually have the opportunity to be spontaneous now and then, I just need to figure out how the heck to get off the island.

– Agathe

Photo from here.

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Re: Shades Of Blue

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This time of year tends to get to me too and thank you for these little words of wisdom. I dreaded winter even before it started because it can get damn lonely out here. Instead I met someone, and even though it didn’t really work out as planned, I learned so much that I’m not even sure that I see the scope of it myself yet. Winter became one hot mess for me, but man were some beautiful moments created.

It is strange how things sometimes work out. Today, for the first time, I felt very detached from any outcome of any situation that I have been in lately. All the fears of disappointments and loneliness and failure, were gone. B and I have had our ups and downs, at it’s worse it’s probably been almost as bad as it can get in a relationship. But every time we’ve been able to connect again and work through things like friends. We did this even now, after the third giant fuck up. And then, as soon as I felt properly detached from the situation, he is being sent away. Yes, B is being sent off the island tomorrow and will probably never return. And it feels fine. We got closure. He is not leaving with any unanswered questions or any unforgiven words left behind. How often does that really happen? The only question that remains is: What now? I don’t know.

This winter became darker and harder for me than I had ever imagined, not only because of B, there have been many trials throughout these months, but it also ended up terribly rewarding. Something is coming to an end, and instead of feeling sadness, I feel joy, because everything panned out beautifully in the end, even though it did not look like it ever could in the middle of it all.

– Agathe

Photo from here.

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