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When I was younger, putting on my mother’s night cream was a novelty that made me feel older and more glamorous. Now when I do it, I feel younger. But then I realize I am putting on the cream because I have to, not because I want to.

theniftyfifties:

Brigitte Bardot

oscarprgirl:

happy birthday Madonna, icon. (photo by Steven Meisel, 1991).

One of my icons.

Story of my entire life.

yourmelodi:

My two favorite! 

This photo can’t be real…I love it.

Intellectual debates about nail polish? I'm down.

I really like this debate, especially the article by Angus Trumble (coolest name ever?).

I’m backkk

I don’t really know how to write this entry without sounding like a total sap, so I’m going to let go of all my concerns about sounding cool and just write it out. I really fell in love with Italy. It’s not hard for me to fall in love, but Italy was really special. It was such a rush, traveling from city to city every few days. I didn’t want to leave, not after I had finally let the country sink in. I ate so much. I felt like people were trying to kill us with food. I think competitive eaters should train in Italy, because with all the wine and the courses and the desserts I have definitely gained weight. Leggings are all that fit me right now. Just kidding, but I didn’t dare try on a single pair of jeans after the first week. I’m not going to try and pick a favorite place or hotel because each sight was more incredible than the last. Near the end, I kept telling myself there’s no way that this can be topped. And then it was. I promised myself I’d be back, and it will have to be soon. I already miss it. But first, I have to learn Italian. And how to be as chic as the men and women of Milan. 

Photos coming right up.