Summarizing a summer in NY with all the little things I picked up, like a magpie (although to be fair the watch I got for my birthday, but after it broke a month later the amazing people at Need Supply sent me a new one). One of the things that always strikes me about big cities is how tactile everything is – all the stores, all the things one reads about online, all of that materializes in big cities in a burst of sensory overload. Meanwhile in New Hampshire…

Currently in love with my Dauphine perfume by Goest. I initially thought it would be too sweet for my taste, but then found that the macaroon (read “almond”) scent blends really well with my skin and fades delicately.

Also obsessed with Sezane’s new autumn collection and ensuing campaign inspired by the UK. The UK (and Ireland) have been on my travel list for ages and Sezane just tugs at my heartstrings with all the blouses and boots and dusky palette.

And as for what I’m reading, aside from 14th century French manuscripts (yay thesis!), I’ve picked up A Gentleman in Moscow, from a favorite author of Rules of Civility fame.

Hope you’ve had a great weekend!

Bronwyn Collage IMG_0718.2.krIMG_0801.2.krGarden Bronwyn Fancy BronwynMy wonderful friend Bronwyn came to visit last weekend, which of course meant I had to have an impromptu photo shoot at my favorite museum (with a whole photo story about it coming up soon). I haven’t shot portraits in a while, which is a shame as that is how I got into photography to begin with, capturing those subtle moments briefly ingrained in our faces, like traces in sand that are quickly washed away. You could say that I cheated with this one, as her gorgeous hair and amazing green eyes effortlessly lend themselves to dramatic photos but while looking through the set I realized I loved them because in all of them her gaze is so penetrating and direct and yet never identical. It’s the sort of subtlety of expression I’m a dork for.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy looking through these as much as I did taking them!


A recent scroll through Into the Gloss left me wanting to try facial steams. My skin is very bipolar and is now going through a happy, cooperative phase, but the plague of clogged pores is always upon me. So I hurried over to Fig & Yarrow to try their 4 seasons herbal steams trial/travel set. As it’s the last day of summer, I could still use their summer seasonal steam, full of clovers and nice minty smells. It was a great way to relax for 5-15 minutes and then run to the bathroom mirror, expecting a miracle. Since I just used it, can’t tell you about a glowing complexion yet, although I feel all healthy and herbal-y and it opens the pores like no other. And my skin is so soft! Can’t wait to start my autumn routine with all the different herbs and pretty, dried cornflowers, especially when junior year stress gets to me!

Not to claim that I’ve discovered an 8th continent, but for me it’s a whole new world : Perfume. What began, very predictably, in Paris with 1725, continues in the States with Arquiste and many others. I happened upon the brand through J Crew, the only shopping available to Hanover residents, and as always I have to see the original website. I love the branding and the packaging (such a sucker for pretty pictures), evoking periods of time in history, so I splurged on the woods and citrus travel set. I generally detest florals and overly sweet smells, so I tend towards masculine fragrances and I thought this would be perfect! I have a few favorites, like Etrog, a deep sort of citrus and The Architect’s Club, which fades into a sweet vanilla, but on the whole I will continue my search for something to rival my current scent. Just ordered a lot more samples from LuckyScent, so I suppose I won’t be able to resist posting

IMG_4093.krA little bit of Paris, my way of not posting all the other photos I’ve taken. I never wear perfume. The ones that are available to me in Sephoras and other department stores always seem to be too strong, too heady, too much like an old lady who wears lipstick outside the lines (which I aspire to be, but not for now). So I just take to showering often and using delicious-smelling shampoo, which has led a friend to dub me the “Hypoallergenic Woman.”

But Paris has made me realize what a difference good perfume makes. In the metro, outside with the foules of tourists, I need my own cloud of paradise. But I don’t want just ANY cloud of paradise. I want a Parisian cloud that I cannot find in the States. Hence, Histoires de Parfums 1725. It’s a faint masculine scent inspired by Casanova, light and versatile, like the man himself I suppose. I searched high and low for a vendor and finally stumbled upon Jovoy, a most brilliant shop that seemed to answer all my prayers of bohemian perfume. Dark red and spacious, right off the super touristy rue de Rivoli, with shining glass and ribbons and the smell of Made in France, my friends and I spent ages walking around sniffing everything. There’s even a perfume created specifically for Napoleon and Josephine by Rancé, one of the oldest perfumers.

Anyway, I highly recommend it to anyone wandering around the Tuileries and needing to escape into something dark and cool and seductive-smelling. The owner was also one of the kindest people in the world, he even put up with my French and gave us all free samples.