Private Collection: Teen Angst Journals
Life before blogging with five years of journals, dug up and explored.

What I (w)could buy, if I won
Real estate, art auctions and gadget drool, using "The Secret" method of winning.

Looking Back
Late 90s into the early 00s, lookbooks worth speaking about.

Tipping Point: Alexander Wang
Will 2010 be the year that the designer secures his standing within fashion's elite?

The Family, Richard Avedon.
The uncompromising austerity of the plain white background leaves no room to hide.

Invitations Only, Fashion Shows
Arc brings you these show invites from the early 2000s

Netflix Instants: Arc's Picks
Watching without a disc has become increasingly easier, and better. Watch these now.

Fashionable Anagram: Balmain
The creative chaos of a sole visionary is stolen and transformed into a global fashion brand.

Always repeating the mantra, If you believe in something hard enough it will happen… and continuing to take this notion to the furthest reaching levels of actually speaking as if it’s already happening, here’s some of the most dreamy homes and interiors that I would like to more than imagine for myself. These are the places that help you imagine, a place to rest in before you make it to the one you’re meant to live in. It’s nice to live in the photographs, even for a moment.

The image above far surpasses any vision I could have ever come up with for my future-life. Coming across the image allowed my mind to expand to some even deeper reaches of possibility.

I watched Toy Story 3 this afternoon and the melancholy moments that the film projects throughout got me thinking about growing up. I saw the first Toy Story when I was 10. It’s been a while and so much has changed since seeing the film. Such an impressionable age. It was a time right before everything happened, essentially the beginning of the end in many ways. In the film, the toys are ultimately battling against their owner Andy’s growing up. He’s now 17 and going to college. He’s faced with leaving behind what he’s used to, his familiarities and old friends, to transition into his new life as an 18 year old college student. I think that like our ancient ancestors had to migrate for their hunting and gathering, we have to migrate for education and jobs, leaving behind people and bits and pieces of our lives along the way. Nowadays we have pictures to remember, movies to reflect on our own lives during that time and can even give them a call when we’re bored. I wonder what we used to do to remember?

More teen angst memories from when I ultimately put my old toys away in the attic and moved on.