After tearing myself away from staring at this minimalist tee by St. Anderswo (found via mydearthing's Etsy Favorites list), I promptly came upon the lovely architectural work of Belgian designer Margaux Bolle (see below; found/photos via NJAL). Is the universe trying to tell me something? And if so, does it have anything to do with pushing a button every 108 minutes? I feel like there's a trigonometric message in the clothes I'm drawn to this evening. But if I attempt to decipher it, can I ever go back?
