beauty and truth

love needs both. here's to more years of more.

I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
"For Beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth,--the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
- Emily Dickinson

dia: beacon

details. burberry shearling coat. complex geometries sheer tunic. chanel 2.55. unif shoes.

celebrating another anniversary with the boy by spending an unforgettably beautiful day in upstate new york at the dia museum in beacon. if you're a richard serra admirer like me, i would highly recommend a trip out here to see some of his works on long term view. it's an otherworldy experience having the chance to actually walk into one of his sculptures.


the infinite horses

I have seen them asleep on the grass,
mirroring themselves in the fields;
seen them furious, on their knees,
like haughty gods, all white,
dressed in ribbons, save
with manes flying like the loose hair
of leg ended sirens on the shores.
Vile vipers have dreamt of them,
reeds and bedded mothers
keep them closed in the palms.
Trembling they foretell battles,
like the beat of their trotting hoofs,
like applause thundering in a vast theater.
They have seen wounds bleeding into the clay,
died among flowers, in the mire,
intimates of birds and vermin.
They draw near bearing armed men,
approach on their backs vile tyrants,
dressed in blood and purple.
I shall remember implacable horses:
Russian trappings; the Przewalski;
the names of the hundred and twenty
Roman horses, chiseled in marble;
at the Olympus of Dionus of Argus,
with a hard penumbra aphrodisiac on
their bronze flanks, the horse
most favored by the others
was that of Altis; he who was so loved
by Semiramis, the queen of Asia;
those who tasted with blessed transports--
long before the Chinese tasted them --
green tea from those inspired leaves;
that horse created by Virgil
whose benign and virtuous shadow was gifted
with the power to heal all horses.
I shall remember in an orange sky,
horses so left in shadow,
concernedly bringing lovers together
in peaceful grottoes from a distance.

- The Infinite Horses. Silvina Ocampo translated from the Spanish by William Carlos Williams

young love

I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn't, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-contained, semi-precious eagerness of it.

I didn't realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it's the halves that halve you in half.

I didn't know, don't know, about the in-between bits. The gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.

- Like Crazy. Director Drake Doremus. 2011


maison premiere - oyster paradise in brooklyn

details. raquel allegra silk back tee. helmut lang skirt. acne leather jacket. chanel bag. isabel marant earrings. ann demeulemeester shoes.
food details. maison premiere. read more about it on my yelp review here!

had an amazing time recently at maison premiere in brooklyn getting my fill during $1 oyster happy hour. definitely try to sit in the garden while you still can! fall weather in new york is finally here!


paris via instagram

1. letters from monet to rodin 2. the thinker 3. madame grès 4. versailles 5. adorable european candy 6. cafe near basilique du sacra cœur 7. romaine lettuce salade at the bristol hotel 8. un café 9. charm on every corner 10. a familiar face found at musée d'orsay 11. ladurée treats 12. ladurée pastries 13. favorite haribo crocodile gummies 14. one of marie antoinette's many chateaus 15. candy mania 16. the start of the versailles gardens

find me on instagram @ maisondesreveries



Touched by all that love is
I draw closer toward you
Saddened by all that love is
I run from you

Surprised by all that love is
I remain alert in stillness
Hurt by all that love is
I yearn for tenderness

Defeated by all that love is
at the truthful mouth of the night
Forsaken by all that love is
I will grow toward you.

- frantisek halas


a weekend at the huntley

One of the best weekends of the summer spent at The Huntley Hotel in Santa Monica. An amazing place to relax, stunning views, great service, beautiful simple rooms, and a location right in front of the beach you can't really beat. Can't wait to go back for round two!


a postcard

And so she let herself fall back through the past, until her memory with seeming randomness pulled a postcard from her life, and she told the story of an old piano she and her sister found washed up on a beach. They were bright little girls then, vacationing with their grandfather in rainy Deauville. The next day the piano had gone, carried back out to sea on the tide. She was especially upset. Late that night her grandfather found some paper and told her to draw it, to bring it back with her memory.

- Everything Beautiful Began After. Simon Von Booy


i do not love you except because i love you

the exquisite view of a california sunset at the ritz carlton dana point. moments like these are little reminders how lucky we are to be where we are.

details. complex geometries top. mongolian lamb fur vest. location. balcony overlooking the ocean at the ritz carlton laguna niguel.

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

- pablo neruda