'Protests', Karl Lagerfeld and girls - Finale at Chanel Spring 2015 | PFW.
One by one like dominos from Vogue to Givenchy, fashion is selling out to the ignorant masses for money. What happened to the art, the cerebral part of fashion? Did it really all die with Alexander McQueen?
Arisce Wanzer on the “success” of Kendall Jenner (via leahcultice)
I am happy when I eat fresh fruit, when I burst out laughing, when I discover a new song, when I finish a good book, when I wake up and feel relaxed. I’m glad to have friends, family, a home, food when I’m hungry, hot water when I shower. I love being able to live and see the seasons change, to have gifts at Christmas and at my birthday, to travel sometimes, to have a good education and a great access to culture. I’m flattered when people compliment me, when peole smile at me, when people are polite to me. There are so many things that make life so simple and easy and I will always think about them more than all the bad things that will happen to me. I do not have time to be sad every day and ungrateful; I have every reason in the world to be happy.
Hope is an ingredient. Hope is water, you’ve got to have it, it’s necessary to health, but if you try to live on it, you’re screwed. Recovery is not dramatic, it’s not a call from God; it’s really basic and actually quite boring. You can’t just sit there, hoping it’ll happen to you; you’ve got to make it happen.
We waste so many days waiting for weekend. So many nights wanting morning. Our lust for future comfort is the biggest thief of life.
We get so worried about being pretty. Let’s be pretty kind. Pretty funny. Pretty smart. Pretty strong.
"Oh, how it feels to feel. How truly lucky I am to just feel. To feel it all; to feel pain, to feel sadness; to feel joy, to feel anger. For a second there I forgot how fortunate I really am. Forgot about the energy in my bloodstream. That violent, unrestricted energy that moves me. Moves me to scream, and dance, and sing, to fight, and fornicate. To kiss, and make up. That feverish, relentless energy that takes me to where I wanna go. I say ‘there’ and I’m there. You say ‘where’ and we’re half way around the world. And to think, the beauty of my body is only half that of my brain. How flawlessly we fit together. Awfully flawless. I see things in color, I smell flowers in the springtime. I hear babies cry, and airplanes fly, and lectures from those who raised me. I decide things, and create things, and take one thing, and turn it into some other thing. I panic about my future, I regret things I’ve done in the past. I love, and I lust, and I hope and pray that I don’t ever fail to remember how great it feels, to just feel." — John O’callaghan, It Feels Great
katyperry: My bae finally arrived at the clerb!