I am in love with this woman's tattoo. It looks like someone just doodled on her back and she had someone tattoo over it.
I'm thinking about getting another one myself, maybe for my birthday. I want to get words instead of an image this time though. Maybe Charles Simic ("When I close my eyes everything is so damn pretty") or Anne Sexton ("With no special legend or god to refer to"). I need to get something literary, I have been studying writing for... oh, I don't know... NINE YEARS, and I wrote my first poem 15 years ago.
I'm about to run out the door to pick up my BF from work and then head to the airport to catch a flight to New York (leaving my temporary Miami home for good), but I feel I haven't posted in ages. Since I don't have much time, here's an inspirational image dump for you. Sorry for the lack of effort!
I drove an hour and a half to West Palm Beach yesterday to check out the Richard Avedon exhibit at the Norton Museum of Art. Such amazing photos from the 1940s to today that really show how much fashion has changed over the years and how much fashion editorials depict both the time period and the fantasy at the time. Plus, we stopped at Cracker Barrel on the way. Totally worth the drive!
The first concert I ever attended with the Lilith Fair, sometime in the mid-90s (with my dutiful dad as chaperon). It took me a long time to appreciate how awesome it is that I came of age during the grunge and girl-power era because at the time it seemed so overshadowed by teeny-boppers and boy bands. Now I feel like, through fashion, the true 90s is finally getting its due.
Here are some more 90s treasures for you, because it's only 10:50 PM, but my boy has already gone to bed because work starts at 6 AM for him and I'm lonely and bored.