Fashion Mathematics: Witchery + Bey

This steez:

Plus this hurr: 

= The Heather that I have always wanted to be but have yet to become. Hopefully she will surface around June, for Youth Day and stuff. 

I'm growing my hurr as we speak.

P.S. I really scanned the Witchery lookbook, I know it's lame, I know. But that's how much I love it. 

Delphine Diaw Diallo

Delphine Diaw Diallo has been on my mind.

I am a visual person, my eyes and my heart are directly connected. 

My iPad is testament to this with hundreds of photos that I treasure like magic beans that are ready to sprout with inspiration. My extensive photo collection served as our "TV" in Paris since our apartment was without one. Good times people. 

There is one photo that stands apart from the sea of photos of pugs, ladies who don't smile and cutesy illustrations. It is this one bellow:

Doesn't your heart try exit via your throat? 

Well, mine does. 

This French-Senegalese photographer has me on my knees worshiping at the altar of her undeniable mojo. Can we all just exude this much sexiness, strength and whatcha-lookin'-at chutzpah? Can we puhlease. 

Nick Wooster! Always & Forever!

Here at Fabric Of The Heart Towers, we love us some Nicky Woo. 

If you don't believe that then go check our archives (click here), we've got something from like four to four million posts about the dude. 

Why? I hear you asking from Midrand to Paris. We're not entirely sure. We did a quick survey around the office and decided it's because he always looks like he's having fun. Enjoying whatever trend he's currently got on and that's probably the most important part about fashion, to have fun with it, if you don't engage with it, then you're missing the point. 

That's all an excuse, it's really just because he shaved his head.

Jindřich Štreit

My life is made better because of things like this. 

I've looked at these photographs quite often since I've found them and each time I can feel my heart stir. 

To be a witness to this world is a beautiful thing. 

Henry Miller Says

"Let us do our best even if it gets us nowhere."

Everything Starts Somewhere

When I was little I thought that I had to build my life up, up, up into the sky so that God would see me all the way down here. 

Cape Town!

KAAP Stad!!! Cape Town, Ape Town, Mother City, Little Europe... Whatevs you want to call it, we were there. 

And boy oh boy, it was good. 

We laughed, we laughed alone, we laughed at each other, we smiled, ate, ate some more, complained about eating too much and then ordered some more, drank milkshakes, downed shots, got drunk, danced, kissed, watched two seals, got watched by the lecherous eyes of the chauffeur, jacuzzi'd, searched for our doppelgangers, sang, harmonized, repeatedly said 'hallo' in a German accent, wore each others clothes, bought some more clothes, watched reality TV late at night, watched Man of Steel, drank too much coffee with cream, walked in the rain, waited for the rain to stop, played games, played "what if", got sky high, did things for the first time, got lost, got lucky, ran out of luck, ran out of money, found more, found happiness again and always. 

When you find someone that you think is literally the best person on this planet you plan a holiday and instead you get the most delicious and juiciest slice of happiness. 

Numb

Yes boss. This is the real deal. 

The Beautiful Sourness of Arthur Schopenhauer

When feeling particularly sour it is useful to compare your gloomy sentiments to what I call the Schopenhauer Scale of Sourness. 

So it begins:

Level 1: "Life is so short, questionable and evanescent that it is not worth the trouble of major effort."

Level 2: "We can regard our life as a uselessly disturbing episode in the blissful repose of nothingness."

Code Red Level 3 (Call Oprah): "It is bad today and everyday it will get worse , until the worst of all happens."

Scopenhauer was so eloquent in his sourness that he can bring a smile to my face whenever I reflect on the extremity of his misanthropy. 

Consider these gems of bitterness:

On his lack of friends and social interaction: "A man of genius can hardly be sociable, for what dialogues could indeed be so intelligent and entertaining as his own monologues?"

On women: "Only the male intellect, clouded by the sexual impulse, could call the undersized, narrow-shouldered, broad-hipped, and short-legged sex the fair sex."

And the Pièce de résistance! 

"Much would have been gained if through timely advice and instruction young people could have had eradicated from their minds the erroneous notion that the world has a great deal to offer them."

Wow, right?!

 I know that positivity is meant to create more of the good stuff but sometimes such outright bleh-the-world-sucks negativity can actually make me feel more positive because intrinsically I know it is all a bit ridiculous anyway. 

Black & White Thursday

 I love my city. 

Girls & Typography!

Mélanie Laurent!

At first, I actually didn't recognize her from Basterds.

Like my favourite movie character, Spider-Pig, she has so many looks...

Speaking of The Simpsons, her dad is the voice of the French Ned Flanders. How cool is that?! Plus her mom was a ballerina... Sheesh. 

Found

For the stories behind the pictures and for more amazing photographs clickety-click on my new favourite Tumblr http://natgeofound.tumblr.com/. 

Hello!

Adorable. 

Zoe Kravitz!

What a beauty. 

Babies!

So like, it's Tuesday or whatever and you're like damn, can this shit get any worse... 

So you're thinking what'll steez up your day as you go hunting for photographers on the interwebs and looking for that Tumblr win...

One word, many connotations... Babies. 

Yip them kids, the larvae of our race. I've never been as happy as those days when the sun was a thing to love and muthafuckin shorts were the order of the day.  

And then at the end of this munchkin type style hunt, you're like "fuck the kids".

Letters To A Young Poet

“The point of marriage is not to create a quick commonality by tearing down all boundaries; on the contrary, a good marriage is one in which each partner appoints the other to be the guardian of his solitude, and thus they show each other the greatest possible trust. A merging of two people is an impossibility, and where it seems to exist, it is a hemming-in, a mutual consent that robs one party or both parties of their fullest freedom and development. But once the realization is accepted that even between the closest people infinite distances exist, a marvelous living side-by-side can grow up for them, if they succeed in loving the expanse between them, which gives them the possibility of always seeing each other as a whole and before an immense sky.” 

Rainer Maria Rilke.

Ali & Warhol!

Didn't expect to see these two together in a photo, did ya? Cause I sure as fuck didn't.