Oops, the reboot of this blog has already turned into quite a sporadic affair. I guess that’s what happen when you have s.a.d. I wish I could segway this post into something more positive, but in reality it’s far more depressing. Daul Kim was found dead in her Paris apartment this morning, suicide apparently. All the deaths this year have kind of passed me by with a shrug this year, but for some reason I’m incredibly sad over the fact she’s passed. I guess it’s mostly due to the fact I always found her whole persona very relatable. Her blog entries always fluctuated between carefree and playful to frighteningly unsure and lost from posts to post. Something I always found terribly reminiscent of my own life.  Before this posts devolves into more personal parallels between Daul Kim and myself I’ll just end by saving she was a truly beautiful person, and will be dearly missed.

Any special purchases recently?
“I just bought an Isabel Marant wolf coat. I’m usually very miserable, so I reward myself with a fur coat every year.”

Tahiti 80 – Dream On