CUPID'S DAY: SHADES OF LOVE (MINI POST)

       Valentine's Day is one of my favorite holidays because it's a day to celebrate all forms of love (true love, friend love, puppy love, etc, etc.) Yes, we should all love one another every day as much as we do on Valentine's day but there's something sweet (no pun intended) about a whole day focused on your heart connecting with another heart. 

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” -Pablo Neruda 

Layers of vintage lingerie, Karla Septic skirt, Tabitha Simmons Leticia sandals, Saint Laurent.

There's nothing better than sending love notes by snail mail! 

"Love is my religion - I could die for it."-John Keats 

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   Took advantage of today's sun, feeling colorful and ready for summer. Cannot wait for more hot weather! This Tibi skirt is the perfect shade of green to remind you of freshly cut grass, pool parties, melting popsicles and impromptu picnics.

American Apparel Jersey Bra Bodysuit, Tibi Sonoran Eyelet Full Skirt, Bottega Veneta purse, Michael Kors gladiators, Selima Et Benjamin sunnies. 

Jewelry: Tiffany band, Star and Moon rings by Kate Moss for Fred, Sapphire band, Cartier Love rings, Celine knot bracelet, vintage necklace worn as a bracelet and Cartier Juste un Clou nail bracelet.

The perfect green.

STRUCK BY CUPID'S ARROW

"Love is my religion. I could die for it."- John Keats

Hope everyone had a great Valentine's Day. I was certainly feeling festive. Love, kisses and red galore!

 Zara Faux leather motocycle coat, Alice+Olivia Pout lip dress, Balenciaga boots and Saint Laurent Classic Tassel clutch. 

When night came around, I changed into these Charlotte Olympia Tessa heels.

L'Agent Esthar bra

"Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art-- 

Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night

And watching, with eternal lids apart,

Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,

The moving waters at their priestlike task

Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,

Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask

Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--

No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,

Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,

To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,

Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,

Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,

And so live ever--or else swoon to death."

John Keats