Perfect picnic basket for our picnic today #summertime (at Chautauqua Park)
Just finished this quick read by Andrea Linett after picking it up on a Sunday stroll at the Marc Jacobs bookstore Bookmarc on Bleecker Street. Although not the deepest of books, it did have some little nuggets of wisdom for building personal style.
“Mix casual classics like sweats and tees with fancier pieces like a great designer bag.”
“Too much of one look is never a good idea.”
“When you have a closet full of classics, you can wear them forever.”
“There’s nothing sexier than a simple, great-fitting white T-shirt. If you find one you love, buy three!”
“Sometimes one tiny thing can make the difference between boring and unbelievably cool.”
If you’re not scared of your dreams then your dreams are not big enough.
Follow your heart.
All respects to heaven, I like it here.
—Colum McCann
We start trying to be wise when we realize that we are not born knowing how to live, that living one’s life is a skill that has to be acquired, like learning to ride a bicycle or play the piano. But what does wisdom counsel us to do? It tell us to aim for tranquility and inner peace, a life free from anxiety, fear, idolatry, and harmful passions. Wisdom teaches us that our first impulses may not always be trustworthy, and that our appetites will lead us astray if we do not train reason to separate vain from genuine needs. It tells us to control our imagination or it will distort reality and turn mountains into molehills and frogs into princesses. It tells us to hold our fears in check, so that we can be afraid what will harm us, but not waste our energies fleeing shadows on the wall. It tells us we should not fear death, and that all we have to fear is fear itself.
—Alain de Botton
Favorite Mary Engelbreit Illustration
Perhaps it is true that we do not really exist until there is someone there to see us existing; that we cannot properly speak until there is someone there who can understand what we are saying; that, in essence, we are not wholly alive until we are loved.
—On Love by Alain de Botton
