copenhagen street style

that blazer.

that scarf.


that crimson over those black and white stripes.


those tights. that bun! that scarf is so quintiscentially copenhagen. and she is only 15!


because i miss boys who don't wear cargo shorts and flip-flops in november.



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My Parents Were Awesome

My Parents Were Awesome is a website where people can upload pictures of their parents from back in the day. I'll have to rummage around the next time I'm home. My mom could slink into a pair of bell bottoms like it was nobodies business and my dad had Michael Kelso hair. What a sexy couple;)






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Mane Muse: Stine Bramsen

Can't get ENOUGH of these darling, Danish songbirds. I play with the idea of this pixie-cut for weeks every time I'm anticipating a haircut. But once I'm sitting in that salon chair, I never lose more than a couple inches. Someday...

Happy Snowy Sunday

Lines for Winter by Mark Strand
Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself --
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.
Tonight as it gets cold
tell yourself
what you know which is nothing
but the tune your bones play
as you keep going. And you will be able
for once to lie down under the small fire
of winter stars.
And if it happens that you cannot
go on or turn back and you find yourself
where you will be at the end,
tell yourself
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs
that you love what you are.

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aujourd'hui j'aime...

hygge = cozy


nest eggs.


socked feet.


skin to sheets.


tiny nooks.


foam mustaches.


secret hideaways.


slouchy sweaters.

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peace.

Is there anything better than receiving a handwritten letter? I think the best way I've heard it described most recently is that it just "makes you feel all sparkley for the rest of the day."

I can't tell you how many times I have been complimented on my pretty notebooks and my pretty handwriting by people who take notes on laptops and text compulsively under their desks. There is nothing personal about a text; in fact, I think our generation has reached a pretty frightening threshold at which basic thought isn't even required for communication (if you would go so far as to call it communication.) Our thumbs are clicking away independent of our minds, and we push send before we've even thought it through. But when I imagine someone actually taking the time to sit, ponder what they intend to say, sip their wine, coffee, or tea, and write me a letter, well, it just makes me feel sparkley.

To the author of these little treasures which keep finding their way into my mailbox:


via freya @ etsy

aujourd'hui j'aime...

vintage travel posters via ffffound