Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Duplicity

So I started a tumblr. Basically it's just me uploading quotes and images...if you're looking for some inspiration or just like to look at pretty things, check it out. DUPLICITY

Cinderella

Maybe it's the little girl in me but this shoe reminds me of one of my favorite Disney fairytales, Cinderella. However, if this were my glass slipper, I would not leave one behind.

Alexander Wang

September Issue's are rolling in...


if you're in the fashion industry, you know and understand that September issue's of magazines are by far the most important issues for a mag to put out. I completely approve of Harper's Bazaar cover girl pick Leighton Meester (shot by Terry Richardson). More photos to come

I really want this hoodie


...maybe i'll just make one

This is Cibola to me


Cibola is one of the seven lost cities of gold...those that know me, know that this particular city holds a lot of meaning to me. to make a modern day comparison, this is kinda like a lost city of gold

I'd like to...


live in an apartment with doors like these, walls like that, floors like this, and yes, i would walk around in a dress similar to that

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Happy Birthday Mr. President

cinnamon and sage

"As I fell back on that big, white bed, my body bounced and feathers flew everywhere. The sun made perfect fairytale character shaped shadows on the wall. And when I licked my lips, I could taste chocolate from that little candy store downtown. And when I touched my arm, it felt like my mother's ivory silk robe. My hair draped over my shoulder like tapestry, and I couldn't stop smiling. Outside I could hear birds singing and fluttering from rooftop to rooftop. Life was warm and understanding. My laughter echoed and echoed down the hall, like little children running up and down....and in between giggles, all I could do was cover my face with my hands, peeking to see if you thought I was strange. I thought it was remarkable how I could hold a grin for so long. The sea of covers swallowed me and so I swam and stretched, and wrestled, so enwrapped in the smell of tangerine, pink lime and bergamot leaves. Your skin smelled like cinnamon bark and sage. Then silence fell and I could hear the neighbor's door settle. You stopped looking at me, and I realized I was just sitting in a cold room, imagining things...."

Favorite Shoes from TopShop



TONIGHT IN SF!

Kanye West models Louis Vuitton in GQ Magazine




Mr. West kind of looks like an idiot in these photos, like he's trying to hard or something, but the clothes, and accessories are pretty dope.

Erin Wasson by Terry Richardson







I am obsessed with fringe


street style

Monday, August 3, 2009

PROHIBITION



Secrets of a City Girl is teaming up with one of our favorite blogs, The Shades of Great. Our first party together will be this Saturday, August 8th, from 9pm-2am, at Taverna Aventine. (582 Washington st, San Francisco) We hope to see you all there!

The Brooklyn Circus x CASIO G-SHOCK DW-6900

Gucci


steezy beezy

Stunning


nothing is more stunning than a heel of the perfect height, attention to detail, and smashing fabric.

Enter the Dinner Dress









Freja Beha in Vogue UK

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Saturday, August 1, 2009

I never asked you

But I never asked you for lies. 

I wanted to hear your voice. 

You know...

just thinking as I 

skimmed my fingers along the chiffon dress..

the one that seemed to remind me of the moment...

when you told me I was pretty.

What a beautiful dress...

and how ugly I feel now when I put it on.

So bitter, so negative. 

At night when I arrive at the gate,

I can smell you. 

Actually, 

it's the scent of tobacco.

Its rich and deep penetration hits my head hard.

How strange.

I find happiness in that disgusting stench. 

And I remember your face so clearly.

And my eyes veer towards the chair, 

by the window.

The packets of sugar that sit next to your empty cup of coffee.

The row of lighters that adorn the center of the table..

black, yellow, white. 

How long I lingered there. 

How patiently I sat, 

and talked, 

and talked, 

and sat.

How patient I became, 

as if everything suddenly........



stopped. 



And though I had somewhere to be, somewhere to go.

I did not care.

And I asked you many questions. 

And I asked your eyes for understanding.

But I never asked you for lies. 

I never asked you to call me pretty, 

I never asked you for your drawn out embrace. 

I never asked you.

I never asked you. 

I never asked you. 


I

never

asked

you.


And you said a little too much

yet not a lot, 

and you touched me too deeply, 

although I only felt you for a second.

And you loved me more than you should've

Because, you loved me.

And you shouldn't have loved me at all.

Because, I never asked you. 

Because, Now you're gone.