Clouds Hanging Above Our Heads

I have been stuck inside all day, as it has been dark and rainy ever since I woke up. I kind of like days like these, once and awhile, but I was planning on spending today outside, which obviously couldn't happen. Instead, I watched the original The Office and took a few pictures, even though I probably should have been packing, since I leave again tomorrow for Florida. My next two weeks will be spent there, and I will return home on the eleventh, only a week before school starts. I am bringing my computer this time, so as long as I can connect to their wireless, I should still be able to post.

Anyways, I haven't posted a decent outfit in a few weeks...or months, so I finally took a couple of pictures of what I am wearing today.




The scarf isn't nearly as bright, that's just the setting I had my camera on.



Shirt: Lacoste, Scarf: Italy, Skirt and Sparkley Tights: American Apparel



These are a few of my favorites from a few days ago. I am in great need of a new tripod, which I will hopefully be getting soon.






New teacup and lace mask





Also, lots of the polaroids from my trip.




Capri


Rome


Umbria


Vernazza, my favorite town in the Cinque Terre, partly because of a restaurant called Il Pirata with the best fruit slushes.


Murano/Venice


Lake Como
It came out kind of abstract due to the flash popping up in the rain.

That's all for the polaroids, but you can see more pictures on my flickr.

Vous voir bientôt.

"A Picture Says A Thousand Words"

I still remember the quote "A picture says a thousand words" from The Princess Diaries (although I'm sure The Queen wasn't the first to say this). Might I add "even if the other words are in French" to the end?



Yes, this is about Paris Vogue, my new favorite magazine.

After arriving in Paris a few weeks ago, I had to stop and buy Paris Vogue. People always claim that it is much better than American Vogue (and it is, by the way), so I found a bookstore, paid six or eight Euros, and threw it in my suitcase before walking to my next gate. Yesterday I finally had a chance to flip through it and I was/still am amazed. I want to carefully cutout every page (minus the nudes) and put them all over my wall.
The photographs are stunning and very inspirational, not just aesthetically, but in a different way. I can hardly be classified as being able to speak French, but even though I can't read the captions off to the side or understand the title of the editorial, I can still grasp the thought and meaning through the photograph; it says a thousand words.

My favorite photographs are part of a twelve page spread called "Le Chant Des Sirènes" shot by none other than the amazing Patrick Demarchelier.

























Let's face it, French Vogue makes American Vogue look like one of Cinderella's ugly stepsisters.
If anyone would like to lend me $124 for a subscription, that would be much appreciated..

Back, If Only For Awhile

I'm finally home for the next eight days (then it's off to Florida), after spending almost twelve hours on a plane yesterday. I love how the guy at U.S. customs always says "welcome home" when he sees my passport, as cheesy as it sounds. It feels kind odd hearing everyone around me speak English and not having to ask anyone for translations. I actually started to pick up on some Italian, with my three years of Spanish helping out in some situations.
Anyways, this is probably one of a few posts of photos from my trip to come, so without further ado..

































Unfortunately I lost my second memory card near the end of the trip, so all of my Collesium, Cinque Terre and most of my Umbria/Tuscany pictures are gone. Luckily I still have a few polaroids from those places, so it isn't all that bad?



And thanks to Betsey, of A Beautiful Life, for my first lovely award.
I was also tagged by Mary, of Hail Mary, to choose seven blogs as well.



Under the rules, I'm supposed to pass the award on to seven blogs that I love, so the ones I'm choosing are..

Rebel Angel
Snazzy
Urban Audrey
Hand It Over
Qin At the Disco
Austere
Pensare Ancora