AYRTON SENNA

My friend recommended me to watch a documentary about formula 1 racer Ayrton Senna. Over the past week or so I have discovered how interested in formula 1 racing I actually am, as I have been obsessively watching interviews and clips on Lewis Hamilton. 

This is such a good documentary because you really get a feel of the sport and a feel of who Senna was as a person. How sensitive he was and how driven and passionate he was about the sport. It's one of the best documentaries I have ever watched and the soundtrack is just incredible. 

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JUNE BLOOM

As summer is approaching I thought it was really important to start showcasing how we dress out our summers. Summer is my favorite time of the year because the days are long and the nights are always warm and SO beautiful. Fruit just tastes SWEETER, water just goes down easier and everything just feels like it's going to be alright. So to kick off our first vintage shoot for summer, here is June Bloom. 

 

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SHOT BY: PAVIELLE GARCIA | MUSE: MOLLIE PAPOULOUTE | STYLED BY: CHRISTINE POON

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“Then you are mistaken, and you know nothing about me, and nothing about the sort of love of which I am capable. Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still: if you raved, my arms should confine you, and not a strait waistcoat—your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me: if you flew at me as wildly as that woman did this morning, I should receive you in an embrace, at least as fond as it would be restrictive. I should not shrink from you with disgust as I did from her: in your quiet moments you should have no watcher and no nurse but me; and I could hang over you with untiring tenderness, though you gave me no smile in return; and never weary of gazing into your eyes, though they had no longer a ray of recognition for me”
— Jane Eyre
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