Shopbop.com is hosting a decent sale right now through this Thursday. You will save 25% when you utilize the code SPRING25. I keep clicking onto these summer sandals and this pink flamingo bikini. Now I just need to book a quick getaway, stat! Who’s with me?
This look is everything for a casual Saturday in the neighborhood. Find the Girlfriend Jean right here.
My mom is my go-to gal. I am tall and she is (as she likes to call it) not tall. I may be someone who craves and carves out alone time and she may be someone who relentlessly relishes entertaining a crowd. Where we differ rings true, yes. But this woman who gave birth to me is one of my best friends, the most cherished of them all. Recently we were on the same page with basic life feelings: what does it all mean + what is the real reminder of what matters most. Long story short, we simultaneously began text sharing the quote below with one another, over and over again when needed. It’s worthy of giving to you. Simplicity and love, today and always. xx, JBD
Life is a grand surprise. A big adventure. And no matter how hard we try, we can’t prepare for it! We can practice yoga and we can meditate and we can work our way through past hurts and we can be kind and we can do our best to be good people. But we cannot predict what lies ahead. Think the meaning of life is being happy? Perhaps, but the meaning of life is also to be sad. The meaning of life is to FEEL. To take each moment as it comes. To let go and enjoy the ride. When joy arrives, be grateful but don’t cling to it. When pain arrives, do the same. Be grateful because it’s part of the adventure. It holds great meaning. But don’t cling to it; don’t be a martyr. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Be grateful that you are a part of the magic of this life. Be grateful for your ability to heal. Open up to everything life brings you and know that nothing is permanent and that’s a wonderful thing. Sadness and joy. Happiness or pain. There is beauty in the unknown. Just look at this morning’s sunrise. How could I ever have expected it? ~ Rachel Brathen
Image: Jenny Graham // Quote: Rachel Brathen
Dearest and beloved JBD’ers,
Bonjour from the City of Angels.
It has been one month since I’ve settled back into West Coast living. I do not miss a second of the New York City lifestyle, alas my heart feels free and wild once again. I do, however, still adore Paris and I’ve been plotting my next visit. Diane Ratican authored a book which illustrates a parallel between the city of love and the city of angels. A visionary approach, indeed, the balance of daily life between these two metropolises is highlighted. Full-color artwork is featured by Eric Giriat and Nick Lu. Join me in celebrating and embracing opposites, similarities and eccentricities. Two questions remain for your right brain: Why LA? Pourquoi Paris?
Images found here.
Each moment we get on this planet, in the bodies we’ve got, is a gift. Today, on my trip around the sun, I want to give something to you, a re-gift if you will.
My brother’s fiance shared The Invitation with me during a time of change, growth and a welcoming in of a new version of myself. Over the years I’ve passed it along to nearest and dearest pals and I just think it is full of beauty. I hope you enjoy this gift.
P.S. Celebrate and rock out, always.
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, ‘Yes.’
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
“Love makes no conditions, no ifs, no buts. Love never says, ‘Fulfill these requirements, then I will love you.’ Love is like breathing: when it happens you are simply love. It does not matter who comes close to you, the sinner or the saint. Whosoever comes close to you starts feeling the vibe of love, is rejoiced. Love is unconditional giving…”– Osho
Photo by Charcoal Alley
Valentino Spring 2015 Couture is Dante’s Inferno meets Shakespearean glamour.
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