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A Moment For Flowers

May 28, 2015
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Carolina K top from Free People // SHOP SIMILAR
Topshop denim miniskirt //SHOP HERE
Matt Bernson leather shoes // SHOP SIMILAR
Kooba leather backpack // SHOP HERE
Ela Rae choker necklace // SHOP HERE
Gentle Monster sunglasses
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Cheesy as it sounds, I like to enjoy the little things in life. Like walking past a nursery and taking the time to step inside and pick up something bright on a humid spring day. Instantly, inside this nursery, the heat slowly disappeared and it was like the heavy air and noise of the traffic on the streets just a few feet away no longer existed. Those few moments it took for me to choose out some tulips to take home with me made all the difference on this particular day. A day that felt too hot, too overly lethargic and maybe even a little uninspiring (to say the least). Those few moments in this nursery turned everything around. I’m grateful for those moments. 

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An Ode To Childhood

May 1, 2015

How much of your childhood do you remember? How vivid are your memories? Do you get flashbacks sporadically or often? How much of your childhood influences you today? And what parts exactly? I do sometimes find myself thinking about my life now and how I envisioned my life to be back when I was say . . . 8 years old. My 8 year old self would probably be super disappointed, because I thought I was going to be prom queen at 18, married by 26 and with child by 30. And the truth is, I never went to prom (instead I went skateboarding and got stoned with my friends in a hidden nook in the valley) and I’m 27 and I am definitely not even a speckle close to saying “I DO” to anyone, let alone give birth. But you know what, my 27 year old self is totally okay with these facts. When I was 8 years old, the idea of me being 27 felt light years away. I had all the time in the WORLD to accomplish my dreams. Everything felt possible, yet my future was still one big haze in my head. I couldn’t imagine what it would actually be like to be an adult. And then all of a sudden, you wake up, and BAM . . .  there you are . . . in your mid-twenties, single, working too many hours, going on far too many bad Tinder dates, bags under your eyes feeling far too heavy, the book on your bedside table left unread for way too long, and your roommate is still taking her sweet time in the bathroom even though you are 15 minutes late to work. Where did the time go? WHERE?!? I’ve had many a moment where I’d stop and just stare at myself in the mirror and be like, “What the fuck am I doing with my life. This is not right. Say it ain’t so.” But then a little flash of sunshine sprouts up somewhere and you get on the roller coaster of happiness for a little bit, and then up and down you go all over again. But that’s just life. Not the life we expected out of ourselves when we were just kids, but life nonetheless. 

I still have so many vidid memories from my childhood that even my parents are alarmed at how well I can remember. Getting my first tutu for dance class, and pretending I had ballet shoes on everywhere I went. The grass stains on my knees as I rolled down the hill at the park and my mom yelling at me because I messed up my best pair of jeans from Limited Too. Being chased by the neighborhood dog with my sister all the way home. We even jumped the fence and I totally wrecked my knee. Building my own hut in the backyard from the leftover branches as my parents did some tree trimming. My first and last pet, a tiny tadpole. That pet didn’t last too long at all. The very first beat I made on the electronic drum set my dad kept around the house. My very first kiss in kindergarten. My first crush. Everything small felt so big at the time. Every sense we had felt extra amplified. Every feeling felt tenfold. We were so excitable. Everything mattered and had reason to be inspected. Today, as an adult living in a big city, things fly past us so fast. An hour feels like a second. Things go over our head and we don’t even realize. 

When did we start overlooking the small things? When did that switch happen exactly? And I realized that the things that we do pay attention to the most seem to lean more towards the negative. A subway ride so packed that you can hardly breathe at all. The horrible date you went on last night and can’t stop taking about to your friends with. The 5 bills you forgot to pay this month. Repeating “shit, shit shit” over and over again our heads because everything in our life just feels like complete, well, shit. When it comes down to analyzing these nit-picky situations, these things that are really so short-lived and changeable, yet so gnawing on our brains that we think they become life or death situations when really they are far, far from such a thing. As adults, have we really lost all aspects of our childhood vulnerability and imagination that getting the life sucked out ourselves has become a daily ritual we fall to so easily? 

Thank goodness for memory. Without memory we might all be a lost cause when it comes to getting our acts together and actually taking the time to enjoy the good things in life, no matter how small or how over-the-top spectacular they are. Whether they last one minute or one hour or one year or an entire lifetime. The good should never be over-looked or under appreciated. The kid version of yourself would never let that happen. He or she would hold onto that good and never let go. That’s the thing with us adults nowadays, we get let down to easily and let go to quickly. Our patience can’t stand alone very long and our grasps are too loose on everything because we never really are sure what we want. To speak the truth, there really is a lot of shit out in the world we have to deal with, and our experiences have unfortunately weakened our trust. But that’s all okay. That’s life. Just remember that things can always be put into perspective through memory and reliving. Think back to your happiest moments as a kid. What were the things that made you completely happy back then. How do those things fit into your life right here and right now? Are they even a part of your life anymore? Do you wish they still were or have you forgotten about them? Do they still make you smile? Figure out why they’re overlooked and do something to reverse this. Have no shame in indulging in the things that made you the happiest as a kid. They can make all the difference in the big picture of your life today. 

The imagination and nostalgia can be our biggest tools. Use them. 

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#ItStartedWithMom | Sunglass Hut

April 22, 2015
To celebrate the upcoming Mother’s Day (even though we will be on the other side of the states on the actual day) Natalie and I styled our favorite vintage pieces from our mom’s closet with our favorite pair of shades from Sunglass Hut. The old and the new never fit together so seamlessly than as how they do right now. Mom would be proud 🙂 And I am pretty sure she can expect a pretty little something from Sunglass Hut on Mother’s Day, as well!
I’m wearing the Vogue sunglasses and Natalie is wearing the Ray-Ban sunglasses from Sunglass Hut. 
There are so many reasons why Natalie and I love to celebrate our mom. She basically taught us everything we know! She’s nurtured our creativity from day one. She’s always made us feel beautiful and smart. And she never let a day go by where we wouldn’t learn something worthwhile. Not to mention, she taught us some really great fashion sense. I’ve always said that our mother was the reason why my sister Natalie and I have always loved getting dressed in the morning. I remember always admiring our mother’s effortless way of dressing, looking at old photos of her as a teenager, with her sisters all dressed up for a night out in the 70’s. Her style was defined by the decade she was in, but still felt totally original and timeless. Looking at those photos as a kid, I imagined myself wearing all of her outfits when I grew up. I still do. Thankfully, our mom held on to many of her favorite vintage pieces from her past for Natalie and I to play around with. When we were little, she always sketched me figurines that I would then use my crayons to draw clothing onto. Vogue, Elle and Marie Claire were in a perfect pile underneath the television set for me to take in thoroughly from front to back cover with my eyes and imagination. I dreamed to someday wear the leopard printed coat that the lady on the cover of the magazine wore. So my mom would take me shopping at the flea market so I could get a mini version of my own. Or I’d dream to sport the perfect little black dress my mom wore out to dinner with our dad every so often. So off I went to the mall with my friends and spend all of my allowance on a modern day version to wear to school. I wanted to be as elegant and beautiful as my mother. But the pieces of my mom’s that I love the most are the ones that she acquired during her travels throughout Asia, like her authentic embroidered silk kimono jackets. Our mother was always a worldly soul; an adventurer. And her wardrobe gave even more life to her stories that she told us from the places she visited. Thankfully, she lets Natalie and I raid her closet whenever we visit home, and we are able to take back to NYC a few of her beloved pieces to interpret in our own ways. We can always be sure to get our hands on something colorful and standout. Pieces that are almost works of art all on their own, like these vintage Asian silk jackets are extraordinary all on their own. Thanks mom! 
Paired with our sunnies from Sunglass Hut, we are able to take our mom’s past adventures someplace new. To me, there is nothing more special than passed memories from generation to generation. Whether these memories come in the form of a long-winded story, artfully brought to life with vivid adjectives, in the form of an eclectically patterned jacket, or in the form of a pair of sunglasses from Sunglass Hut, they will live on forever. And most importantly, #ItStartedWithMom

Looking for the perfect gift to get your mother this upcoming Mother’s Day? Check out these gorgeous sunnies from Sunglass Hut:
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