Vintage blouse, Madewell trousers, Sam Edelman flats, Forever 21 necklace
Sometimes, I have to take a moment to look around and ask myself, “Is this really real? Is this my life?” Most of my days involve nothing more exciting than fluorescent lighting and a computer screen, but some moments within feel like something straight out of a fantastic novel I read years ago.
My friends J.M. and M.B. recently moved into a one-of-a-kind apartment, a mysteriously charming space with endless dark-wood halls and carefully curated collections of vintage glass and beautiful books. It’s the kind of place where a phonograph seems more appropriate than a television, and all the drinks are made with bitters. It feels like a little world outside my own, as if I stepped through C.S. Lewis’s famous wardrobe into a land that’s just a little more beautiful than the one I inhabit.
In times like this, the only thing to do is borrow your friend’s vintage silk blouse, pour your beer into a mason jar, and grab a camera.
Photography by M.B. Maher – See J.M.’s take on our evening here!