Have you checked out Erin Fetherston's Target collection
already? There are a few good pieces but I have to say I'm none too pleased with the styling of the shoot.
I mean, the peter-pan collar dress (below left) is really quite divine (and I have an obsession with peter-pan collars lately) but the styling - it's just so, lacklustre. If they could have got her to wear a pair of black tights and even used another model with a head of thick chestnut locks instead, I'd have been sold! (yes, I'm that
kind of consumer...) And couldn't they have just shown her whole face really?
So what I suggest is to check out the short, DOLLHOUSE, posted below instead. It is a sweet, whimsical delight featuring the designs from Erin's Target collection and my, what a difference beautiful styling makes!
The enchanting Ingrid Schram, Heather Hahn and Darla Baker do look so doll-like and the scenes of them cycling along the forest path and taking tea in those lovely frocks are ever so pretty.
This is a reply to Zee's recent post -
my IT girl is still Coco Rocha! Major model crush!
Wanna know her better? Take a guided tour around her apartment then!
Isn't she the cutest?
And I'd also like to have a huge shout out here to Luyi of Some Required
(one of my all-time favourite blogger) for so sweetly sending the hefty issue of LULA to me and even including other clippings for me!
You're my IT girl too! THANK YOU!
I'll open up my diary now and you can take a look. It's everything that I treasure except in this diary, there are no words. There are images though. All the mental pictures I took with my eyes and stored in my mind. They are in here now so you can share them with me. Some may be places I've been to. This life, and the past. But mostly they are the places I want to go, and the places I wish I can be in.
Do you see the pool at the valley of the mountains? Well, that's actually us you see. What? You don't remember? But we were there, I saw you cannonball into it. The huge splash you made sent water up my nostrils and I had a laughing/choking fit.
And you must excuse the drops of wax I dripped all over the diary. The candles burnt low as I held them while exploring the crevices of my memory. I must go now and bring my diary with me. Don't miss me though, I'll carry you in it.
The song is I sing I swim