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  • So Long, Farewell

    October 6, 2015 | 21 Comments »

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    I’ve known this was coming for a long time but I couldn’t really bear to say it out loud. I think it’s time that my blog and I part ways. I’m not a person who walks away from something easily, especially a chronicle of my life that I’ve been keeping for a decade. But this year has taught me a lot about what to hold and what to fold. I stayed in a job that I didn’t love for a decade (sense a pattern here?) because I thought I should love it. When I went back to school I was terrified that I had made a really, really bad decision. But it turned out to be the best thing I’ve done for myself in a long time.
    As you might imagine, getting an MFA is, uh, time-consuming, and I need to focus everything I have on that. Because it’s totally worth it. I have a ton of big plans for the next few years: making a ton of art, developing my academic writing, getting in galleries and selling my work!
    So, this is my last post on this is love forever. I want to thank everyone who has ever read, commented, lurked and emailed over the last ten years. If you want to keep up with my art or say hello to my face, please follow me on Instagram, Pinterest or on my portfolio site.
    Much love to you.
    Kayte





    I Love Fashion: Valentino Resort ’15

    August 6, 2014 | No Comments »

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    I’ve always been a big fan of checking out designer’s resort shows: it’s a season with less fanfare and designers have a chance to make a small cohesive collection. The result is often more fun than the Fall and Spring big hitters. This Valentino show is so inspiring to me, for its’ DIY potential, its’ fantastic prints and its’ ability to tackle a much-beloved fashion muse (Frida Kahlo) in a new way. Can’t you picture embroidering a few beautiful butterflies on your army jacket? I know I can.

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    all images from Style.com, layouts by this is love forever





    Loving {Forever}: Elisa Nalin

    March 11, 2014 | No Comments »

    The fashion world is full of people who take themselves too seriously; people who would rather pout than smile. But not Elisa Nalin. An Italian-born, Paris-based stylist, Elisa is a fixture on street style blogs, known for her print mixing prowess and her big, happy smile. It’s pretty safe to say that I am smitten…

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    image sources:
    image 1: on left: image via Lee Oliviera  on right: image via Notorious Mag
    image 2: image by Kayte Terry, quote from Elisa Nalin
    image 3: image via Nora Kogan
    image 4: image via Tory Burch (photo by Stephanie Keenan)
    image 5: on left: via Refinery 29 on right: image by Stockholm Street Style
    image 6: image via The Sartorialist
    image 7: on left: via Trendy Crew on right: via Elisa Nalin (photo by Tommy Ton)





    Hello 2014!

    January 2, 2014 | No Comments »

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    I’m not entirely ready to come out from my holiday hibernation, but these are some words that have been resonating with me this year. Hope you all had a magical New Year’s Eve and I’ll be back soon!

    Photo credits: taken by me with a Pentax film camera in Washington state. The snow and type is added!





    Gift Guide: For My Best Friend Lucy, the Life of the Party

    November 22, 2013 | No Comments »

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    Another Gift Guide for an imaginary friend! The entire guide lives on the Pinterest board here, but here are a few of my favorite gifts for my best friend Lucy!
    Photo credits:
    Lucy is: Raymond Meier for Vogue UK
    Products clockwise from top left: shoes by Miu Miu, Marisa necklace by Shourouk, Champange bottle coin purse by Kate Spade, vintage Christian Dior sunglasses at 1st dibs, F. Scott Fitzgerald book collection,





    The Season of the Witch

    October 17, 2013 | 2 Comments »

    Because I am an unabashed nerd in all ways, fashion included, I spend a lot of time thinking about a new look each fall season (yes, in case you were wondering I also spend time thinking about important things like Syria and world peace). It’s not about trends or the editorials in the September issue of Vogue; it’s a much more emotional process, a throwback to the ritual of back-to-school that has stuck with me over the years.  And I know I’m far from the only one: when pressed lots of ladies and guys I know admit they do exactly the same thing.

    You could say I design my fall self in the same way I design concepts at work: an old magazine tear I’ve been holding onto for years takes on new significance with a new look that’s entered the cultural zeitgeist or a movie that really inspired me.

    A few things kept spinning through my head: braids, gypsies, New England prep schools, the Valentino Spring ’14 show, witches, outfits I wore in the early ’90s and the new season of American Horror Story. They spin and spin and then, kaboom!, something takes shape. So for Fall, I’m all about a slightly gothic, early ’90s witch thing with just a teensy bit of prep school angst (The Craft or Beetlejuice anyone?). And boy, am I excited. Also, I’m pretty sure witches are the next vampire (and if Flavorwire is right, I’m not the only one).

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    What are you excited about this season?

    Images from top left:
    Row 1: on left: Luna Cat; on right: Charlotte Taylor AW ’12 lookbook
    Row 2: on left: Valentino Spring ’14 from style.com; on right: Codie Young for i-D magazine shot by Richard Bush
    Row 3: “Scotch on the Rocks” shot by Josh Cornell for Flare magazine via Dusty Burrito
    Row 4: on left: image from Ars Magna Lucis et Umbrae by Father Athanasius Kircher from bibliOdyssey ; on right: “Transport Yourself” shot by Andrew Soule for Flare magazine via image amplified
    Row 5: on left: “Ladies in Waiting by Paolo Roversi for W magazine via, on right: Sheila Marquez shot by Jan Welters for Elle Russia Dec. ’10 via riotmodeblog
    Row 6: Siouxsie and the Banshees image via





    This Cat

    April 21, 2013 | 1 Comment »

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    It's impossible to resist the many charms of Bruce le Bruce.





    Happy Holidays to You!

    December 20, 2012 | No Comments »

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    Healing

    December 18, 2012 | 10 Comments »


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    What a hard week it's been. I have been writing and re-writing this post for a couple of days, trying to decide whether it should see the light of day or not, but sharing is healing so here goes…

    20 years ago on December 14th, a lone gunman tore through my tiny liberal arts college, killing a teacher and a student and wounding four others. The shooter was a fellow student. On December 14th of this year I took the day off, sure that it would be hard to concentrate. My husband had just come home from a trip and we went to see an early showing of Life of Pi. It seemed like a good choice for an introspective day. On the drive back from the theater, I checked into Facebook and found out about the Sandy Hook shootings. What began as a day of quiet rememberance, and even hope, started to crash down.
    In twently years, so much had changed and again, so little.

    Back to Great Barrington Mass, 1992. I was 16, a kid with book smarts who got lucky and ended up at a special college for "gifted" teens. It was a place where weirdos fit in, where Saturday nights were spent drinking cheap vodka and talking about post-modern thought or painting angst-ridden canvases. But December 14th changed all that. I remember my parents coming to pick me up a few days after the shootings. I didn't want to go home, but I didn't want to be at school either. I spent that winter break shuffling around the house in the same pair of pajamas, a flannel shirt and bottom covered in a wild pattern of purple plaid and horn instruments that belied my dark mood. My parents had offered me some money to paint the top floor of our apartment and so, every morning I woke and rolled the walls with a fresh coat of white paint in a semi-catatonic state. The routine kept my small world from spinning out of control. I didn't want to talk to any of my old high school friends, I didn't want to talk to my parents; all their best intentions seemed forced and fake.

    When I got back to school, everything had changed. My darkly comic friends were no longer funny. Flirtatious dalliances with drugs like acid and pot turned into addictions to heroin and binges on booze. That safe feeling was gone. Instead of opening myself to others, my reaction was to run and hide. I ran so far that eventually I moved off campus, with a boyfriend who also chose flight over fight. When that wasn't far enough, I ran to Brazil a place where no one knew my name.

    So here I am: December 14th, 2012. I am not longer running. Opening myself up to others is, I've found, the only way to survive. My gut instinct is still to pull on my pajamas, climb into bed and retreat into my thick hardened shell and I still have to fight with my gut every time. But sometimes, in all this sadness, there is a glimmer of hope. People I went to school with 20 years ago are reaching out to each other this week, sending Facebook hugs and kisses, making phone calls.

    I don't know when I will get over what happened. It's become part of my past, written into me as indelibly as my family lineage or my history of allergies. I will never understand the whys and hows of life. I think that's really the only thing that's changed: I'm now old enough to know that I don't know a damned thing about anything. And oddly, that makes me more content than anything else.

    This life we've been given can be painfully short. So text an old friend and tell them you
    miss them. Give your pets a big squeeze. Tell someone you
    love them today and really, really mean it.

    "Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place"
    Kurt Vonnegut





    Tea Time

    November 28, 2012 | 1 Comment »



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    This tea cup once belonged to my grandmother. My cousin
    Carrie has the other one. This cup is so intrinsically part of my childhood that
    just touching it sparks so many childhood memories.

    I remember thinking all the dancing girls on the mug were my mother and her
    three sisters, their long 70’s hair held back by crowns of flowers. When I
    drink my morning tea from this cup, I am immediately transported to my
    grandparent’s house, the too-big round table squeezed into a little dining
    room, aunts and uncles and cousins spilling out of the galley kitchen, always
    ready for ice cream sundaes, a pot of tea or an impromptu card game.
    Do you have an ordinary object in your life that triggers so many memories?