...in a well populated land called Los Angeles was a young woman with a passion of art.
La Gazelle d’Or, a beautifully luxurious and exclusive hotel, opened in 1961 in the secluded Moroccan city of Taroudant. It has become a popular destination for artists, the socially elite, and the newly wealthy. Among the patrons of the hotel is the former first couple, Jacques and Bernadette Chirac. Nestled in the organic landscape of southern Morocco, the hotel combines visual elements of Moroccan architecture and French interior design, creating a perfect mixture of exotic and classic, old and new.
It’s all bullshit. Nothing matters.
The Apartment by @thelinenyc is perfection pt. 4 (also, I can’t wait to check out the new Chicago apartment when I get back to the Windy City this weekend! When I was visiting NY last month + the stylists at The Apartment told me that a Chicago location was in the works, I think I actually squealed because I was so thrilled 🙈) (at The Apartment by The Line - New York)
(via handcraftedinvirginia)
When he pops my zits down to the core and then calls me beautiful… that’s love.
It amazes me how three of my closest best friends all have the same understanding that when I set my mind to do something even when I know it’s risky and could blow up in my face, I just gotta do it. And they let me. Not because they don’t care, but because they know I’m the kind that needs to experience it to the end to see what will happen. It’s my own stubborn way of wanting to prove the superstition or facts of something wrong.
It’s like that risky feeling of passing by a decent parking spot only to go closer to find a better spot. Because I know that if I go further, it could probably not work out and I lose my chance of that other spot.. but there just might be an open closer spot available.
I like to take a chance even when I have experience of it not working before. It’s not that I’ll never learn. I know. I take note. I acknowledge. But what if? And if I don’t take that leap, well then I’ll be somewhere down the road and continue to wonder, what if I had tried?
I’d hate to live a life of not taking chances. Taking chances has gotten me far. I’ll still be my hermit self, but when the times are right.. I take action for a chance at something magical.
(Source: purplebuddhaproject, via handcraftedinvirginia)