The start of the new schoolyear just calls for fresh, new things: notebooks and pens, for one thing, and for another, clothes and shoes and bags. I like buying new things for the new year--having something new to wear or use is just a good reason to get out of bed for an early class.
And since I want to be of help to the environment, I'm lusting for:
Even Karl Lagerfeld has gotten his hands on a canvas tote.
I want one. Actually, I want a lot. I'd love to have my own words on it, but until I come up with clever one-liners, I'll begin with "Save Whatever" from Plum Sykes' Bergdorf Blondes.
I love hotels. It's more than a perpetually cold room in the tropical summer, white beds and soft carpets, tall bathroom mirrors and room service. It's not even the lovely view of the city lights and the ocean, not the seemingly fake palm trees around an infinity pool, not the buffet breakfast, not the miniature alcoholic drinks you finish in one swig.
It's being anonymous, I think. Every hotel I visit I dress up and I smoke and I become a different person. It's being that girl he seems to like, that girl who doesn't like him back, that girl who turns him down, who secretly wishes for more invites.