Running wild, lost control. Running wild, mighty bold. Feeling gay, reckless too, carefree mind all the time, never blue. Always going, don't know where, always showing..I don't care! Don't love nobody, it's not worthwhile. All alone, running wild!
I found this on the blog "(In)decorous Taste", it's out of an essay by Chandler Burr about fragrance. Some really true words about chic in general...
Luca [Turin, perfume critic] once called something chic, and I asked him why, or rather what "chic" was exactly. He sighed and said despairingly, "Chic is the most impossible thing to define." He thought about it. "Luxury is a humorless thing, largely. Chic is all about humor. Which means chic is about intelligence. And there has to be oddness— most luxury is conformist, and chic cannot be. Chic must be polite, but within that it can be as weird as it wants."
Do not waste time in negating the passing identities of which you are momentarily conscious, for that will only detain and hinder you. Pass beyond; discover in yourself that which is free and independent of all around or within you that changes or passes away.
I spent three beautiful weeks on Bali and Lombok. It was amazing!!! I stayed at three wonderful places which I can highly recommend to everyone who is looking for a peaceful pleasant stay without the noise of touristic paths. The Mu: at the south of Bali, with a breathtaking view on the ocean (last picture). Via Vacare: peaceful place on Gili Gede (Lombok) with great snorkeling. Gaia Oasis: if you are looking for a soulful place in heaven... (their web-site doesn't even get close to how stunning that place is). It's located at the north-shore of Bali.
Oh I love all kind of headpieces, but I have a really bad crush on turbans. I like the bohemian ethnic eccentric vibe that turbans have. But it needs some skills to do it, so that it doesn't look like you're having a bad hair day, or like a cancer victim...It needs some love and some boldness to rock a turban, but then... ooh lala! There are thousands of ways to wear a scarf, be creative!
You can find a tutorial on how to tie a vintage turban by The Glamourai here
His face as pale as the opium poppies white petals His heart as cold as the purple base Oh to sleep the sorrow away To leave the broken heart pain for another day Just a taste of this pretty poppy To forget for a moment her luscious lips His body becomes drowsy as the opium takes hold Sweet dreams
-Author unknown- Opium, desire or will? Inspiration bound from an elegant seed Subversion, through smoke I foresee Erotic motions of lesser gods in ecstasy Opium, bring me forth another dream Spawn worlds of flesh and red, little jewels of atrocity Opium, I sleep in debauchery And burn with you when you burn in me Opium, we fantasize as we fuse with your root