Dia de los Butterflies

“Here are letters, all yours (already on the folds their traces of jerky pencil are fading). By day, folded up, they sleep, amid dry flowers, in my fragrant drawer, but at night they fly out, semitransparent and weak, they glide and flutter over me, like butterflies: one I may catch in my fingers, and at the night blue I look through it, and in it the stars shine through.” -Vladimir Nabokov, 1923 Translated from the Russian by Brian Boyd... Read More

The Scarlet Letter

Paris Fashion Week closed in a desert of beige, caramel, and taupe, but the drama found its way in through the back door.  A trickle of lavish color seeped into collections from New York to Paris.  Blood-red velvets, leather, jacquard and lace insinuated themselves across a wide swath of collections, reminding me that on some level we’re still feeling our fangs and thirsting for something dark and rich. Altuzarra (Sigrid Agren), Alexander Wang... Read More