Fatherhood isn't always a planned thing, but when it happens you just do it. It's very natural and in that sense it's not really difficult.
I think it'd be great to own a fun concept store with my friends and just sell books and records.
It brings me no joy and not enough comfort to dwell too much on things I've said or written or made or worn in the past.
I'm not obsessively a follower of fashion in the way I used to be. But I still have all those magazines I bought at the time because I bought ones that felt a little timeless, more like books.
The idea that feeling confident and feeling misunderstood are mutually exclusive really bugs me.
The Internet, really. It's amazing what you can find. There are so many different resources on the Internet and I got into blogging because of my friend's sister who had a blog, Fashion Robot, which she stopped a few months ago just because it was too much time. . . I started taking more of an interest in fashion, and going to more websites like Style. com or whatever. Eventually I made a hasty decision and made my own.
There's danger in glorifying negative emotions as fuel for art.
From Memorial Day to Labor Day, you may wear white shoes. Not before and not after. As a command, the White Shoe Edict should be clear and simple enough. Do not violate it. In a society in which everything else has become relative, a matter of how it makes you feel, a question between you and your conscience, and an opportunity for you to be really you, this is an absolute.
People are very inclined to set moral standards for others.
Families are great murderers of the creative impulsive, particularly husbands.
We are all cups, and our destiny is poured according to measures we cannot understand, cannot influence.