Time of No Reply

"Summer was gone and the heat died down, and autumn reached for her golden crown. I looked behind as I heard a sigh, but this was the time of no reply."

The above lyrics are from "Time of No Reply" by Nick Drake, one of my absolute favorite songs and definitely my favorite getting-into-that-perfect-autumnal-mood tune. Please listen to it if you never have, the song really is quite magical.

The heat has definitely died down a little. You can tell that the trees in my backyard have started shedding. The weather has been miraculous lately - in the sixties, crisp and cloudless. I am celebrating this delicious time of year by whipping out my favorite dress again and making it feel a little more seasonal.

I know it looks really blue in the pictures, but I promise it's mint green! These boots have been lazing in the back of my closet for months, and for some reason I felt inspired to put them on.

Have I mentioned how fantastic this blazer is?

The pattern is really amazing up close. I got this last Saturday along with another blazer! My desire for groovy nonblack blazers is gradually being satisfied.

Oh yes, the shed makes another appearance! But how have I managed to take pictures in the middle of the backyard without a living, breathing photographer to help me, you might ask?

Meet my new best friend. He is a recent addition to the family. I have yet to name him, but I can tell that he will be sticking around for a long time and shall be met with completely unadulterated adoration.

Vintage dress from Paris, vintage blazer, Hue tights, gifted belt, vintage Frye boots

Tonight I tried out for yet another play - Arabian Nights, an adaptation of One Thousand and One Nights (Aladdin, Ali Baba, Sinbad the Sailor, you know the stories) for freshmen, sophomores, and juniors at my high school. The audition was quite bizarre, but extremely fun, and the director seems incredibly cool. A callback list goes up tomorrow, so wish me luck!

Something Important, and Great.

"Yes, an awful lot of sorrow has sort of quieted down up here.

People just wild with grief have brought their relatives up to this hill. We all know how it is... and then time... and sunny days... and rainy days... 'n snow... We're all glad they're in a beautiful place and we're coming up here ourselves when our fit's over.

Now there are some things we all know, but we don't take'm out and look at'm very often. We all know that something is eternal.

And it ain't houses and it ain't names, and it ain't earth, and it ain't even the stars... everybody knows in their bones that something is eternal, and that something has to do with human beings.

All the greatest people ever lived have been telling us that for five thousand years and yet you'd be surprised how people are always losing hold of it. There's something way down deep that's eternal about every human being.

You know as well as I do that the dead don't stay interested in us living people for very long.

Gradually, gradually, they lose hold of the earth... and the ambitions they had... and the pleasures they had... and the things they suffered... and the people they loved.

They get weaned away from earth- that's the way I put it,- weaned away.

And they stay here while the earth part of 'em burns away, burns out; and all that time they slowly get indifferent to what's goin' on in Grover's Corners.

They're waitin'. They're waitin' for something that they feel is comin'.

Something important, and great.

Aren't they waitin' for the eternal part in them to come out clear?"

The new Sofia Coppola designs for Louis Vuitton + my audition monologue from Our Town by Thornton Wilder, which my high school is putting on in the fall, and for which I tried out about six hours ago.

It went well, I think... in addition to the monologue I also got to read for the crazy old lady who stands up and shouts things during the wedding scene. My dream role! But seriously, it was really fun.
I want a callback so badly! Cross your fingers for me.

P.S. New header! I wanted something a little livelier, and I think every known color of the rainbow is encapsulated in these stunning Antoinette-Fleur drawings.