"Come in out of the darkness"
"Come in out of the darkness"
Welcome to my little hidden rose garden — a weathered yet enchanted corner of the internet, like an abandoned Victorian mansion draped in velvet and lit by candlelight. Within these walls you’ll find Old Hollywood glamour, fashion steeped in retro loveliness, and stories spun from the silk of memory.
This space is a living love letter — written in cursive and sealed with perfume — sharing heartfelt reflections, coastal adventures, and the hidden gems I stumble upon in quiet corners of New England. Each post is a soft-spoken souvenir from my heart to yours, inspired by sun-faded Vogue covers, vintage treasure hunts, and the salt-laced air of hometown streets I adore.
Let this be your invitation to wander through the beauty of the past and present, where every corner is a story, and every story feels like home.
There are parts of me I’ve lost to love.
Not in the way one might think—not in grand moments, but in the quiet, aching sacrifices. The bending of my own will, the softening of edges, the surrendering of time and spirit to something that never fully returned.
There are places that feel like soft, velvet curtains drawn across time.Like the gentle whisper of a fan against skin, or the kind of quiet that stretches across a golden afternoon.They remind me of old Hollywood — where every corner held a secret,and every glance was filled with longing.
Girlhood is lace-trimmed and sun-washed, soft as peonies and as fleeting as fireflies. It lives in the shimmer of childhood summers—swimming until our suits faded pale by the sun, barefoot in the grass, catching light in glass jars, making wishes we thought the world would keep.