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it’s friday night,

26 February 2010

… and I need somewhere to go just to wear this dress. But I suppose I need the dress first before I begin conjuring of sexy clubs to go to, non?

It’s a pity that I’m stuck in the dear old suburbs of New Jersey, where there is truly nothing to do but some mathematical combination (permutations, combinations, algebra, anyone?) of mall, movies, lunch/dinner – all at the same old places. Darling, isn’t it, becoming acquaintances with your Applebee’s or Chili’s server, or new best friends with the cashier at that store in the mall? Like a tradition, non?

To hell with tradition. Commemorating and keeping the culture alive is one thing, but to mindlessly follow in what was done years before is simply an inability to let go, or create a new page for yourself. Change is inevitable, and tweaks in well-loved traditions are entirely necessary when tradition becomes a blind repetition. Beyond the ritual this and thats, there is emotion and memories attached to it; if the two have evaporated, then, my dear, it is time to move on. Repeat because you love it. Not because it is an obligation.

I suppose I’m just one of those restless souls; the kind that lingers in one place to find itself whilst on the path of self-discovery, and then once complete, feels constricted. Closed in on all four sides, walled within. I want to see new, different things. Experience them. Observe, taste, touch, feel, empathize, remember – then move on to the next. There is so much awaiting us, and to limit ourselves – or to feel limited – is simply the worst feeling in this world.

I digress; it’s Friday night, and here I am, letting my mind and fingers ramble. I do need a night out, just to dance ’til the dawn, with this little Balmain number (sans those shoes…).

{ image source: l e f l a s s h }

Quite the racy little number; edgy, sexy, borderline trashy but redeemed itself with the lace sleeve. I’m undeniably head-over-heels for this dress, rationality tossed aside. It defines, if not epitomizes, irrational obsession and need want.

Which makes it all the more desirable.

I do believe, however, that his impracticality stems from the urge to just dance for an evening. That’s it.

Weekend plans, darlings?

bisous,

La C.

P.S.: I fail to mention the ridiculous amount of snow outside. I refuse to acknowledge its presence, for when I look out, I’m blinded.

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15 Comments leave one →
  1. 26 February 2010 2:47 pm

    That dress is to die for!

    xo

  2. 26 February 2010 5:23 pm

    sooo hot! I wish I was as skinny as her!

  3. mim permalink
    26 February 2010 5:55 pm

    hmm its an awesome dress but i wouldn’t wear it clubbing.. would probably receive too much male attention (not the good kind, but the unwanted sleazy kind).

    is it too far to go to new york for a night out?

  4. 26 February 2010 7:22 pm

    Ah to be young again! I feel like I’ve outgrown the whole clubbing/drinking scene in the last year. It’s still fun on occasion, but I enjoy being home by 12 these days. Lame, I know.

  5. 27 February 2010 9:23 am

    It is a very gorgeous dress. Stunning.

  6. 27 February 2010 10:06 am

    Hope you were able to get the “need to dance” out of your system 🙂 My weekend involves sewing and work and more sewing.

  7. 27 February 2010 1:19 pm

    I don’t know, I still find this dress kind of ‘fake’… almost cheap, perhaps….
    I suppose I prefer a subtler sexyness (which would look GREAT on you btw, just as that American Apparel one)
    But de gustibus ;D

    Xx my dear !!

  8. 27 February 2010 2:03 pm

    That dress is insane! It looks amaaazing.

    iliketweet.blogspot

    x

  9. 27 February 2010 2:39 pm

    Wow… that dress is gorgeous!

  10. 27 February 2010 11:34 pm

    oh my gosh, I live very close to New Jersey. This snow is getting on my nerves 😐

  11. 27 February 2010 11:35 pm

    What a dress!!!

    Regards
    Ben.

  12. 28 February 2010 11:35 am

    That dress would sit in my closet, sadly. Your chances of getting out in something like that are much better than mine.
    The farmer’s almanac says 41 more inches in March, ugh, I can’t take much more.

    • 1 March 2010 11:12 pm

      @diane: Haha (: And neither can I; I really do think I hate the snow. Snow is only good on Christmas morning. That’s about it.

  13. konkurrencer permalink
    23 March 2010 6:28 am

    Great post – I was just curious how do you get hold of such a good domain?

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