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In La Femme à Paris the author Octave Uzanne dubbed a woman’s clothing ‘her offensive armour’ - but, in reality, fashion seldom offers protection from the violence of the modern world. The clothing adopted when a woman is at her most vulnerable to attack - the heels, furs and jewels of evening attire - actively works against the idea of self-preservation.

Nick Knight sought to challenge this: born from a desire to protect his own two teenage daughters and inspired by the ‘Slutwalk’ movement of women reclaiming the right to dress as they wish without being seen to invite attack, Knight decided to address the notion of self-defence through a fashion shoot. For this, he chose to collaborate with two much-celebrated and empowered female fashion figures - model Lara Stone, and stylist Carine Roitfeld - to redefine the notion of ‘Power Dressing’ for the twenty-first century. (x)

Finally, some good advice from Cosmo

im gonna reblog this 300 times a day

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"The human mind is so limited it can only build an arbitrary heaven — and usually the physical comforts they endow it with are naively the kind that can be perceived as we humans perceive — nothing more. No: perhaps I will awake to find myself burning in hell. I think not. I think I will be snuffed out. Black is sleep; black is a fainting spell; and black is death, with no light, no waking." - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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stormbornvalkyrie:

“We follow the comet,” Dany told her khalasar. Once it was said, no word was raised against it. They had been Drogo’s people, but they were hers now. The Unburnt, they called her, and Mother of Dragons. Her word was their law.

transparent-flowers:

Baby blue Hydrangea. Hydrangea macrophylla.

koreanmodel:

Choi Sora for Voguegirl Korea April 2013

iwishgillianandersonwasmymom:

xeppeli:

banksy is the zen pencils guy

reading these six words gives me a sensation completely unrelated to the usual feeling of reading a joke; it’s just a kind of placid acceptance. my brain just accepts this and i can’t stop believing with absolute certainty that it’s true