pretty boys, pouty lips

For as long as I can remember, my mother has been telling me stories of herself as a teenager in the late 1960's, when she was madly in love with Mick Jagger (complete with poster-kissing, and the like). I always thought she was hopelessly silly for that, since, up until recently, I didn't find Mr. Jagger at all attractive (and, when looking at his present-day self,  I still don't)! But recently, something changed, and those puppy dog eyes and big pouty lips seem to win me over every single time. I also recently watched the lovely film Nowhere Boy, a biopic of John Lennon's teenage life, and I am once again in love with him and all of the young Beatles. But oh, Mick... and oh, every other pretty sixties man. x

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Mr. Harrison is a dream... 

And look at those lovely pastel suits! 

John x

He's got the most pinchable cheeks. 

Despite being a fresh-faced Mick Jagger fangirl, I will never stop loving Mr. Presley (just look at that cable-knit sweater! And that gorgeous hair!) 

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(For any male-appreciation post, Special Agent Dale Cooper aka Kyle Maclachlan must be included). 

Don't get me started on those sixties girls! 

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Lovely, lovely, lovely. 

pinafore days

When it comes to winter outfits, there's one thing I always come back to: the "pinafore look", or a dress layered on top of a long-sleeve shirt. It's always cozy, always cute, and makes me feel like twirling around in a sixties-era kitchen supply commercial, or something.

I bought this beautiful, beautiful faux-fur leopard coat from the sixties today. I'm absolutely in love with it! I feel a bit like Mrs. Robinson, minus that whole sordid affair with Dustin Hoffman thing. 

And I got these lovely red velvet mary-janes as an early Christmas gift from a friend... I'm madly in love.

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Dolores on the dotted line

“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita."

see here: 

(black velvet collard dress, cream boating hat, heart lollipop, black bow knee socks, patent white mary janes, tarot cards, cream silk lingerie set)

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street style

I'm absolutely infatuated with all of these outfits (no more needs to be said). 

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