Oh, Hello There...

To Myself, by W.S. Merwin

Even when I forget you
I go on looking for you
I believe I would know you
I keep remembering you
sometimes long ago but then
other times I am sure you
were here for a moment before
and the air is still alive
around where you were and I
think then I can recognize
you who are always the same
who pretend to be time but
you are not time and who speak
in the words but you are not
what they say you who are not
lost when I do not find you

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Obviously, my presence on the blogosphere has been missing for some time. This absence was not deliberate, but in these months, I set out on a journey of intropsection to find myself, at least before I turn 18 in late spring.

I haven't found what I am looking for.

Instead, what I have found inside this pensive dreamer is faith, passion and an insatiable sense of wanderlust. As I delve deeper into the realms of ...whatever it is that we search for in our souls..., I hope to bring a fresh sense of worldiness to this blog. We all realize fashion is a superficial society, yet we allow ourselves to be consumed by the beauty, the glamour, the manifestation of our self expression and of course, the Chanel.

I'm not stopping my Fifth Avenue fantasies, but adding some sort of cause for us to be pensive about our world. It took this Merwin poem to bring this realization. I wonder what it will bring you...

...xoxo Mo

Photo credit: Karlie Kloss by Fabien Baron for Pringle of Scotland FW09

I have been one acquainted with the night

Acquainted with the Night
by: Robert Frost

I have been one acquainted with the night.



I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.

I have outwalked the furthest city light.


I have looked down the saddest city lane.


I have passed by the watchman on his beat


And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet





When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,



But not to call me back or say good-bye;

And further still at an unearthly height,


One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.

I have been one acquainted with the night.
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As I have recently turned 17 (last Wednesday, May 12), I've been thinking more (even more than usual) about my future in the city. Or a city. I find solace sitting by wide windows overlooking a vast midnight view, and love the idea of people bathed in the moon's glow. This piece of literature, somewhat melancholy, strikes me nostalgic for a life I haven't lived yet.

xoxo Mo