Summer Bikini Temptations

I remember the first time I fell in love with a swimsuit. It was the summer of '05 and I was in Positano, Italy with le famileh. The sun was setting and the waves were just callin' my name so I pranced on outside with my two younger brothers giggling and dancing behind me and frolicked in the Italian waves for hours (I don't know about you, but I come from a family of cupids clearly). And what else would I be in other than a swimsuit? Well, a wetsuit, yes, or maybe my birthday suit, but both of those options would be bizarre. Why would you even suggest them. I happened to be in a one-piece cherry red and sailor navy blue striped suit, and I felt so European and stylish.

The second time I fell in love with a swimsuit was in the summer of '09 when I was going on a boating trip with a friend. I managed to transform into a swan every time I went swimming because of the most delicate and dainty bikini I had ever laid eyes on. It was a ruffly, milky white bandeau top and simple white bottoms. I truly felt like this (Ryan Gosling not included, unfortunately).

And here I am, Spring (Winter?) of '13, falling in love with a bikini all over again.

Meet the Australian line, Rittenhouse, all jazzed up for summer.

Would ya look at this?! So whimsical, I adore it.

I've always been tempted by one pieces, and this one maintains that little bit of youthfulness with the tied string back. Quite charming, isn't it?

I feel as though you have to have a certain element of sass with this. It's so minimalist, yet daring.

And here's a few clothing pieces I have been flirting with the idea of.

Like these pants. How bohemian.

Currently, I'm hanging out in the executive class lounge in the airport. My ticket randomly upgraded, and I wasn't about to complain, guys. This place is awesome. I'll be walking out buddy buddy with a few of the wealthy business suit clad men any minute now, and be discreetly stuffing my pockets with as many of these croissants as possible.

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Some Things Catchin' My Eye

Cesarr Tario's photostream on Flickr:

Everyone should have a jar or two of clouds in their home.

I can't tell if he's falling back into reality from his dreams, or if he's being pulled into it. This looks to me like the transition point between the playfulness of your imagination and the sensible world of reality, so subtly done.

Such a playful mix of whimsy and realism! He takes the ordinary and adds a dash of drama, a heap of intrigue, and a sprinkle of some magic for an endlessly intriguing effect. I will obviously be checking up on his photo stream on the daily.

Irina Graewe's Interior Styling:

The starkly modern cube teases us from the corner of the desk, making the subtle contrast from the more overpowering rustic atmosphere a little more bold. It reminds me of alternate dimensions for some reason, like the future slipping through a lapse in time into a more quaint period.

Also a period in time where people enjoyed to play absurdly large instruments. I like this period of time more and more.

Little, little people just chilling on your chair. Watch out, they do bite.

If I had any of these umbrellas on a rainy day, I would probably end up with a trail of equally cheery baby ducks following me down the street. What, you haven't seen that happen before? All the best umbrellas come with a possy of baby ducks. Or piglets. They're cute too.

 Very eery light. It gives off the same impression as a ghost, standing in the corner, wisps of her long silver hair hiding her face. Not a threatening presence though, but a confident and assertive one actually.

Irina's website is also just a treat to look through anyways. 

I was lucky enough to steal a few days at my cabin a few weeks ago. If only I could've spent my whole damn summer there. Some pics:

Fucking delicious, people. Banana oat pancakes.

Havin' a swell time as you can see. I've been wanting to visit this coffee shop, Culprit Coffee, ever since I saw the cheeriest yellow brick walls I've ever seen just drenched in sunlight, and just generally looking like it was transported straight from NYC.

Not a cloud in the sky that day. 

One morning, before an early shift at Anthropologie, I woke up to see sunlight pouring through my house because of the early sunrise. It gathered in places I thought it didn't touch before, and gah, it was just magical.

Cheerio!

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Always Anthropologie

Right now I'm looking outside into the thick wall of grey clouds barricading my home, the rain stubbornly falling for literally the tenth hour straight, so it hardly feels like summer. Actually, you know what, it isn't summer. I pronounce that summer is officially on pause because summer just doesn't coexist with this weather. Defies the laws of the universe. Simple as that. 


Just a few places I'd rather be.

Chillin' with some Aussies during a casual sunset dip in the ocean...

Doodling away in a kitchen drenched in sunlight, some creamy earl grey tea and biscuits waiting to be devoured...

Nestled away in 505 Somewhere Lane, awaiting my caramel macchiato, probably a beret artistically balanced on top of my head...

Or as this kitten. Who looks like the comfiest creature known to mankind. 

Anyways. Today I happened to be in Anthropologie (for an interview actually), and whilst I was waiting ever so patiently for our group to gather, I was just gaping at the dresses draped over the mannequins. Honestly, if somehow capitalism was destroyed and everything was free (go communism go! i kid.) then I would have scooped up about twenty dresses under my arms and pranced down the street, flinging them into the hands of women wearing yoga pants who needed them most everywhere I went. They would call me: Anthro Woman. (If I were a man, it would have a better ring to it, wouldn't it: Anthroman!)

How do you do? I'm just on my way back to my summer abode in the countryside of France if you care to join me. There will be an abundance of cute French boys swimming in nautical stripes and wine.

Oh hello there! You just caught me leaving my favourite exhibition of Monet at the art gallery. It's a pity you missed it. I can tell you all about it over a cup of coffee if you like, where I will also lend you pearl necklaces and we can rave about my view of the Empire State Building.

Oh hi, I'm actually a sunset in the form of a dress, so of course you'll want to befriend me ;) I'm gorgeous to look at too, which is a bonus, because of my irresistible blend of pinks and oranges and reds, but with a flirty twist too... most couples seem to choose to stare at me when they're feeling all lovey dovey. I'm just too tempting!

How do you do? I'm going to let you in on a little secret, if you haven't taken the cue from my adorably bold hair, I'm from the future. 2092, to be exact. This is how we look at paintings here in the future! The streets of Vancouver have never been more aesthetically pleasing to walk down, and women everywhere just flock to one another over the latest paintings draped over their bodies. 

Meow! Meow, meow, meow. Meow, meow, meow, meow? Oh, sorry, I was just talking to my cats. There's only seventeen, don't give me that weird look! If I was a crazy cat lady, well then I bet I'm the chicest crazy cat lady you've ever come across. Oh jeez, there's a dog. Rollin' out. 

I'm too seductive to show you my face. You can continue admiring me as I saunter away to the patio, though.

Stay tuned. Anthro Woman is coming to a town near you... with heaps of dresses to fling joyously into the sky! It's raining dresses, everybody! PRAISE THE LORD!

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I Was Once A Bohemian Lover

A Bohemian Love Story from The LANE on Vimeo.

After watching that beautifully serene romance, I just want to snuggle up in bed and have sweet, sweet dreams of my past life where I frolicked on far off beaches with some hippy dippy lover of mine, where we sang melodies and laughed and lay in the sun like a couple of lethargic, plump seals. I really butchered that image with the seal reference, didn't I. Seals just know how life works though! When it's a sunny day, they get out there and soak up every last drop of sunlight and bask for hours on end without a care in the world. That's just sheer intelligence.

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Found via the queens of bohemian chic, Oracle Fox.