Wonder the Halls Along the Walls

So like I feared, the luster of this concrete jungle where dreams are made of

has worn off

just slightly

i mean it's still shiny, but just not quite as shiny as this window display uptown that Mama Jackie and I really got a kick out of last weekend

It was her birthday and she came to rescue me from my mind

for a few days

and we went and saw Monet at the MOMA

The Water Lilies to be Exact

and no matter how many times i've seen them, they're always breathtaking

this was a pretty sweet exhibit too

About the Netherlands in the 1970's

And we went to Serendipity for lunch and Mari Vanna for Dinner and over stuffed ourselves with amazing food and decor that is the epitome of cute
but in a week and a half I get to go home for Papa RJ's birthday and all will be merry

And Now I'm Just Dreaming

I've got memories for the future and wishes for the past.

it's a mess right now, ya hear?

I guess that's what i get for being a student in the city.

Because my crew right now is pretty in need of a plan b for homework and financial security and a relationship abortion.

i know i've been m.i.a.

but i like the dreaming i've been doing

so i'm going to be doing a lot more of it

ChloëKillwell's on hiatus, y'all

and either this internet expression

the oxymoron that it is

will either pull me back in

or it will be over and out.

But for now

Back to sleep

Because the land is dreamy and thoughts are dewy

it's time for a

XX

CMS

As usual I'm apologizing for not keeping up with the quick, yo. But jokes aside this is the worst I've ever done on staying updated, but, like I probably told my parents 1000 times in high school,

I promise I will do better

the end of the summer was electric thunder, watching the sun come up, floating through the forest, catching lightning bugs and singing as loud and hard as we could.

But enough of that

This is what's now.

and for the first time, I'm super psyched about it

It feels right right right here

and I'm learning that i don't have to feel guilty for enjoying my time here,

loving something new doesn't sway the love of what came before it

I've been listening to a lot of Iggy
as I stomp to class

(super happy about that too. Mariel and I have been in desperate need of some responsibility.)

But we've still been romping it up too (Responsibly Mama Jackie, Papa RJ, Bets and Lar, don't worry!)

We've been getting a lot of this.

But what are you gonna do? If you know anything about us, you understand.

But it's late and I should have been asleep hours ago. Harder, better, faster, stronger post coming asap

But until then, watch out this southern girl is locked and loaded.

xx

CMS

We Float Like Two Lovers In A Painting by Chagall

Nothing could be more true and right now I'm in love with everything and everyone around me, and I can't stop snapping my shutter because everyone and everything around me is so 

Beautiful.

Tennessee as always is just what i need.

I can't even explain it,

there's something to be said for Good People, they seem to be in low supply these days,

but Nashville has a magical world full of them.

My boots are dirty and I feel light as a feather

Day wear consists of swimsuits, Daisy Dukes, vintage sunglasses and 40s

and at night we haunt the streets screaming Rocket Man and Rocky Top

and now the only thing I can think is "WHY LEAVE?"

Amelia and Dale picked me up from the airport and I was immediately whisked off to Fairview

(aka Amelia's farm where the view is the fairest in all the land where we were raised to know how to shoot straight, not be spoiled brats and always raise a ruckus.)

This is basically it: what the past 14 years of our best friendship has looked like.

I've found that

that opens every door

It's just nice to not be in a city that's a cesspool of competition, pretension, and judgement

Just remember

(typography by Stefan Sagmeister, a brilliant mind. You can see more of his work here.

This one is a particular fave.)

I love fashion and style just as much as the next vintage obsessed Edie Sedgwick wanabe

but sometimes there are other things in life.

Well must be on my way to venture into another Southern Summer Night.

Lots of original photos coming soon though and hopefully my own photo website.

Oh and once I get them from Brys, definitely some amazing photos from last night, in which we went to the End to see our friend Oli play, only to be surprised with a super intimate performance by the Brunettes!

Michael and I were such groupies it was kind of embarrassing, but we've only been singing along to their songs in his '87 Mercedes since we were 16.

The night ended with a surprising twist, but I'll save that story for another time.

xx

CMS

A Visual Treat

Ready for this!

Oh And this

Oh And I've been dying to see this. It was at the Angelika, and I think that I might have missed it, but if anyone knows somewhere that it is playing or has a copy, I will open the doors of West 10th for a private viewing and we can all wear Valentino and have a fashion orgy or something.

n'est pas?

Oh And this is one of my favorite movies and I think we should watch it as well.

I'm just trying to be visually stimulated. It is imperative to my sanity right now.

Less drinking, more drawing.

Hopefully I won't stay out until 5am tonight and sleep until 3pm so I can hit some galleries or a Museum before I leave on monday.

Feel free to join me.

xx

CMS

Hang Me Out To Dry, You've Wrung Me Out One Too Many Times

There's been a lack of color reflecting from me to you, you to me

I've had my magenta flash filter and telephoto lens on my diana hoping that the people will start to look like their 35mm counterparts.

Apparently, I read that the "creepy crawlies" are when your aura pulls inside your body,

and I'm pretty sure my aura's been swimming under my skin for way too long.

So i'm on a scavenger hunt for inspiration

The feeling you get when you meet someone and you know, you're sure, that you are going to be great friends

When you're fifteen different places in one night, and you don't really know how you got to any of them.

Waking up to a house full of your friends because no one wanted to go home and then

ordering delivery.com challah french toast and champagne because that's how real New Yorkers do hangover brunch.

I'm drawing everyones face that I love in my sketch book so I can know just how their face wrinkles when they smile, while taking bubble baths and drinking tea.

Karl Lagerfeld said

'The imagination can transform all sorts of personal insanity into elements of self-invention, and you need to make use of this.'

Long story made short...

I'm trying to take his advice.

So for all of us out there looking for beauty I give you Erin Fetherston.

She basically never goes wrong.

This video epitomizes my hopes for fall to be a surrealist meets baroque meets gothic wonderland.

Oh and let's have a seamstress tea party... i'll even make vegan petifores

because i have to sew myself one of these!

Oh and I'm totally over that beatoff R Patz and I've found my true FBH (Future British Husband)

Josh Beech will you marry me?

but don't worry, I'm not an expatriate, yet

Oh and even though much to my chagrin, I recently saw it in the book section of the epic black hole for your soul  aka Urban Outfitters  it is still one of the most captivating, well-written reads I've had in my hot little hands in quite some time

Read it. Love it. Let's discuss it when you're done.

BUT I'm in The City for the weekend, so I must be off to throw glitter in the eyes of strangers and ring the wrong doorbells, ya know, the usual.

xx

CMS

Burlington is beautiful.  It's just what i needed for my head and my heart.  I've seen wild foxes and bunnies, and even walked along the beach.

Betsy makes us cupcakes and grilled cheese, and just the feeling of being in a home with a family is a feeling that can't be replicated.

I feel ungrateful and petty for being for spending the past month moping in NYC with Mariel.

Sometimes I just don't understand the blasé.

There's a difference between overindulgence in the beauty that is a pair of Christian Louboutin heels,

and being so obsessed with yourself that you get excited by your shadow.

Maybe I'm just going to the wrong places but

the scene is dead and I'm still restless.

I think at the end of the day

I'm just a small town kind of girl in a big city kind of world.

A friend was recently baffled by how I could be uninspired by the opportunity and fever of the city

but being back in the countryside has made me feel more creative and in tune with myself than I've felt all summer.

Kind of like this...

And no more of this

(at least not in excess)

I think this time away will give me the reinvigoration that I need to look forward to another year of creating and meeting new people in the city.  It's just been a case of wrong time wrong place this summer. 

There's a reason there's a song called

New York I Love You But You're Bringing Me Down

because that's exactly how I would describe my relationship with the island.

Anyways, here's a little preview of the birthday weekend.

more to come.

xx

CMS

Distant Silhouettes Somehow, We Shared a Cigarette Somewhere

This weekend I found hidden treasure, I climbed dark stairways into exciting places, I held hands with the kind of people who don't let go, I turned off all of the lights and spent a night in candles, I unplugged the TV and started a new book, I talked about the future with the people I know will always be a part of it, I wrapped myself in sequins, I got too drunk with the first person I ever got too drunk with back when we were too young to be too drunk, 

and 

we were the mad ones, the ones who never yawn or say a common place thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop, and everybody goes 'awww."

(10 points to those who can identify the quote, because you've read the book, not because you're a hipstar)

It was just what I needed. An amazing birthday. And a reawakening of senses that I have let dull in the passing weeks.

Tomorrow I leave for Vermont to be reunited with Mariel

and then after a rendezvous in Montreal it's back to the dirty south, where my spirit can be free for just a little bit longer before fall term begins.

I think I will feel like this

(photos brought to you by a spread by the inspirational Antonella Arismendi

titled On The Road. Which seems to be the theme for my day if you've picked up on the trend, you literary beat buffs.)

Anyways...

Here are some things that resulted from the felicitations

thank you amelia for the perfect records
thanks mama Jackie for the Diana F+ Collette
and the new book i can't put down

and the Marc Jacobs boxer booties and Jeremy Kelsey crocodile loafers, both of which give me terrible blisters, but I'm okay with that.

and some new touches to the a.p.t.

this was us on our night that we couldn't stop listening to au revoir simone

can you tell?

I'm learning to remember that everything works out in the end, and if they don't then it's not the end. And what you like, you will find again.

xx

CMS