You don’t try to get out of a chair, you either sit or you stand.
In true Kea fashion, this ‘new year, new me’ installment is coming to you almost a month too late. Continue reading “ABOVE WATER”
Writing, writing, writing. And when I’m not writing, I’m reading. Or sleeping.
If anything were to sum up 2016, sartorially speaking, it would be sleeves. Bell sleeves, off the shoulder sleeves, Ellery sleeves (swoon) and now, super duper looooong sleeves. Whether it’s the slinky, ribbed knits over elongating the already lean, lithe ballerina arms at Dion Lee, the sizable marble furs at Rodarte or the oh-so-dreamy delicate knitwear at Ryan Roche; letting the cuffs slip haphazardly past the fingertips feels like a shout out to adolescence. Mine, specifically.