Let every dawn of morning be to you as the beginning of life, and every setting sun be to you as its close. — John Ruskin. The Lord bless you and keep you; The Lord make His face shine upon you, and be gracious to you; The Lord lift up his countenance upon you and… Continue reading Thoughts 💭
Some days the world is at its most difficult It does not mean I love you less I love you Even when I don't show it Even when I don't say it Even when I am at my most difficult I love you, I love you Belinda. This image does not belong to BeliJose's Fashion… Continue reading Thoughts 💭
With the caption 'Go gold or go home', this collection of stud heels from Valentino Garavani is undoubtedly impressive and glamorous. Its unique shiny gold color pops up each pair for a chic and unique look. Designed with tone-on-tone micro finish stud, back zipper closure, gold metallic leather, straps and heels, the Lovestud and… Continue reading Valentino Garavani’s Stud sandals
When heaven endows you with all gifts, you are an incomplete being if you stay still in your corner instead of taking advantage of your real value. — Marie Bashkirtseff. This image does not belong to BeliJose's Fashion Hauz.
"Are you happy to be in Paris?" December 2017 style for Beyoncé has been one of cool shreds. Whilst showcasing glamor and class in fashionable dresses at events, Bey has also shown her street savvy style in shredded denims and tops. A fashion icon and style influencer, Beyoncé's style theme this month is legs, more… Continue reading 12.2017 for Beyoncé
There is a time in every man’s education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better or worse, as his portion; that, though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his… Continue reading Thoughts 💭
Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. Nor you, ye proud, impute to those the fault, If memory o’er their tomb no trophies raise, Where, through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing… Continue reading Thoughts 💭