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Setting Sights with a Purpose

March 9, 2017

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Rebecca Taylor sweater
Jocelyn Fur jacket
Alice & Olivia pants
Timberland sneakers
Brother Vellies fur purse
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Since day one, I’ve always ran this blog with a purpose. Many purposes as a matter of fact. One of them was to find a way to allow my creativity to run its course in the best way that it could. Another was to help me find focus in terms of my strengths (and the areas that I wanted to make even stronger) in styling, writing and creative direction. But what I can sometimes say that I love even more than creating is sharing . . . to inspire others . . . to bond over similar ideas, motivations and thought processes. What I found through blogging was a path towards finding my uniqueness and my originality. These were the two most important things that I learned that I should never try to erase for the sake of fitting in on this so-called digital realm. As a matter of fact, these were the exact things that helped me stick out. It’s funny, because on the day-to-day, we never really think about the things that set us a part. We spend so much time just trying to get our jobs done, we forget why the individual aspect of what we do is so important. Why sometimes people can be said to have a calling to do what they do, because for them nothing else makes sense. And they don’t even have to know exactly why that is true. That doing what we do, and why we do it, can be the most special thing of all. And these special sort of things are meant to be shared, on different levels of course (some more personal than others), but shared nonetheless because someway, somehow, it will make a difference for somewhere out there. Even if that is just one person. 

We just came out of a publicized (and very, very digital) celebration of International Women’s Day. But of course, every single day, and especially so in the past few years, has continuously felt as special as yesterday did. In a way, each day kept leading up to the next one in the most powerful way. Over and over again. As I grew older, my realization of my strengths and emotions grew stronger. Everyday I wanted more. I expected more out of myself. And with this sort of in-tune with oneself perspective, there is no real end goal. The process is endless and relentless. It’s a continuous sort of growth that never stops. Much like the growth of support amongst the women in this world who are coming forward strong and speaking loud and clear. We as woman know what we want and the way to get what we want. It’s hard not to listen to us for we are so great in numbers and our actions speak tenfold. And we never can stop even when what we say or do seems to go in one ear and out the other of the patriarchy that we see ourselves as equals of (even if they don’t make us feel that way most of the time). We’ll show them the ways we are that they don’t make us feel, and we’ll show them that we are worth every damn cent put into us. And we’ll never stop doing what we love, even when people make it harder for us to do so every single day. 

So now I just want to get to what I originally wanted to say about setting sights with a purpose. To spread love and support and creativity on this online realm is one of the most important things to me right now. To surround myself with women of passion even if I just admire them from afar, my sister, my mother, thoughtful and likeminded women I meet unexpectedly, the few fellow bloggers who have become some of my best friends even from across the world, the one’s who were inspired to reach for their dreams by visiting my site and spreading their vision in their own ways. These are the kinds of women in our lives we should be thinking about and supporting and letting them know how we feel. We as women need to stop comparing each other and scrutinizing to the point where walls are built up between us. These kind of walls just make us weaker. Instead how about we create a unified wall together? The Women’s Marches are a perfect example of that. Not how about we take that mindset and infuse it into our daily, personal relationships? How much we drive each other positively is so important to the future of our success, not just as individuals, but as a part of the human race. Keep note on the daily, even on days that seem to not be going exactly as planned, to never give up on pursuing life thoughtfully, substantially, passionately and genuinely. And that goes for every relationship. Cutting out the bad to make room for all the good. Cheers to all the women, and especially my sister Natalie who sticks with me even on the most tough and annoying of days, who remind me to keep my head up and my back straight. 

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Wearing The Feels

February 28, 2017

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Cinq à Sept dress and jacket
Karen Walker top
Miista shoes
Sabrina SL earrings
Brother Vellies fur purse
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Everybody is talking about that feeling of gaining that first spring back into one’s step around this time of the year. When the weather shifts, and all of a sudden hope seems to be popping up out of every hidden corner. The sun, the warmth, a feeling of something brand new even more new than the other brand new that we thought we just had. The energy changes and all of a sudden we are shaken up in a way different than when we were ringing in the new year with expectations of all sorts just two months ago. Was it really only two months ago?! And now here we are, spring around the corner, and some of those expectations may or may not have fallen even lower. But for some reason, at least for me, right now in between seasons of a desolate winter and an approachable spring, there seems to be no reason to skip a step or lose a beat. My experiences and the happenings of the past two months of my life I have found were never predictors of my future. Because I know and believe that things can change in an instant, for both the good and for the bad. So instead I looked at the last two months in a way that showed me a taste of what could or could not come . . . bits and pieces of an entire spectrum of possibilities (some that maybe I did not even think of before or never felt like I could ever be ready for). It’s easy in today’s day and age of competition and distractions and frustrations and road blocks and self consciousness, to turn a blind eye to the possibilities that seem impossible. In a way, turning a blind eye to these things is like turning what feels invisible even more invisible. Throwing them away as if not an ounce of life could thrust forth from within them. I think I knew I have finally become an adult when I stopped throwing the idea of these sort of possibilities away. The impossible sort of possibilities, if that makes sense. And as I held onto them longer, the stronger I started to feel. Happier, like the marigold color of this jacket I’m wearing in this post. And now here I go again, turning the color of my clothes into a real life feeling. Holding onto bits of sunshine and comparing it to something like looking hope right in the face and handing myself right over to it, and saying whatever it all is that is meant to cross my path, I’ll be ready. I’ll be ready for what shows up on my doorstep. And I’ll be ready for what doesn’t show up at all. And like that, no longer do I feel like a prisoner to old expectations. 

It seemed impossible to continue to keep on falling for a man from thousands of miles away, but still my heart has never beaten faster and I can’t image that happening for me with anyone else. It seemed impossible a year ago that true friends who really got my back could exist in this cutthroat industry (not to mention city), but that was only because I kept letting the one’s who made me feel down around too long. I may count my closest friends on only one hand and maybe an extra thumb  nowadays, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. It seemed impossible to feel fresh and renewed at the age of 29 after years of the daily grind, but today I’ve never felt my best. It’s like just yesterday I was 18. Tomorrow, maybe I’ll  be 17. It’s easy to feel young when living doesn’t feel like a 9-5 job. I was looking into making my first home purchase on a whim a few weeks ago, stressed and forced because of lack of time, only to lose out on it. Will it ever be possible to get such a deal again? Should I have fought for that harder? But deep down inside I know with all my heart that something better for me is meant to come along. And so it is absolutely possible to have no regrets. Because something new is always waiting on the other side. As long as you see it that way. 

And so here I go, wearing my FEELS in the form of a marigold coat that makes me feel as full of worth as gold, a sunshine yellow dress with a fit that reminds me why being a woman is incomparable to anything else, and a fuschia pink top just for the heck of it to represent my love for hope and the possibility of love itself in every sort of situation (and to not freeze to death on the streets of NYC even though both this top and coat together are actually not really cutting it AT ALL . . . but hey it was fashion week). 

Talk soon lovers. 

 

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Cool Runnings

January 30, 2017


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Kristinit blouse
AG The Yvette jeans // SHOP HERE
Ouigal boots
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I seem to be on the run far often than not nowadays. Not from things, but to things. But I guess that is the better way to do things. Going after the things you want (while taking into mind what you also need), now that’s a really special thing. The top of the list of emotional priorities for many of us. Or at least, it should be. But sometimes the running never seems to stop. Isn’t the whole point of running after these things one after another supposed to conclude with one last major run towards that end goal, whatever that may be? Some people live their entire existence based on the fact that they have pinpointed down that one major goal, and that’s it. That’s when they’ve made it. That’s when they can stop running. Me? I don’t know what the heck that is. Maybe I’m just running in circles around it, I wouldn’t even have an idea. But for some reason, it doesn’t scare me to know that. It doesn’t scare me that my future may be up in the air, meant to be dealt with in the spur of the moment. The little goals, the little runs along the way, are the most meaningful part of the entire process as a matter of fact. Do any of you guys feel this way? It makes me feel free in a sense . . . not stuck to a plan . . . not trapped by an idea of what my entire life is meant to be way far ahead of myself. Don’t get me wrong, I believe in plans truly, but I also believe that they shouldn’t be the end all, say all driving the motivational force behind our existence. 

This denim on my legs, it has no idea where my legs will be taking it next. Sometimes I have no idea where’ll be in the next week, or the next two days. But no matter what, I always feel calm and fulfilled whichever outcome I find myself in. Making the most of current moments is something I’ve learned a lot about these past few years working for myself and on this blog, and living on my own as an adult in a city that is actually built on spontaneity. I’ve learned that nothing can ever be predetermined down to the tiniest dot of detail. Even though there have been many situations where I found myself thinking too hard of what the future will look like (even today I do this). But then I remind myself that the future can’t be, and shouldn’t be, so fixed in our minds. If it was, we would be puppets in a way, but we wouldn’t be our own masters. I just decided to be a master to the moments. Right here, right now, is unbelievably promising if you really stop to look at it. 

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Little Spec, Loud Voice

January 20, 2017

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Majorelle dress
UNIQLO turtleneck
Salvatore Ferragamo purse
DKNY tights
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Today will mark one of the most mind boggling days of the new year so far I am sure. Today we have a new president, and for many of us, this sad but historical moment means that a lot of our futures are starting to feel uncertain. A lot that we have believed in and worked towards as individuals, as community members, as a group of human beings on this earth these past few years . . . our entire lives . . . have the potential to be uprooted and thrown off track. Who would have thought that in the year 2017, after decades of learning from history’s massive failures and milestones, all could be reversed? It’s a very scary feeling. An out of control sort of feeling. Looking back on my own personal milestones this past year, I feel lit up. It was a year so unique and so close to my heart, it’s hard to explain. It was a tough year as much as it was a very great year. A beautifully emotional one that can almost be described as life changing in a way. It was personally inspiring, and I felt like I grew tenfold as a human but still with so much to learn. And I closed out the year with an even bigger hunger to learn than ever before. And by learning, I mean by looking around me more and more. And when I look at the state of the world today, I know that we all obviously still have a lot to do. And it makes me think about how my day to day actions, however small or big that they may be, can in their own ways make a difference.

In today’s day and age, one that is overtaken by numbers and the masses, it’s easy to feel small. To feel lost. To feel like just a spec in the rat race . . . but working towards what? Working towards having a man like Trump as our president? No, I don’t think so. We may from afar seem like a bunch of tiny specs, but we each have a voice, and together that voice is as loud as can be. And with social media, it’s amplified even louder. There are people listening. And it can be only one or two people. But that’s enough to make a difference. And thinking about this makes me reflect on someone like our former president Obama. A man I have respected his entire two terms. A man of pure kindness, understanding and forward looking compassion. He is all encompassing, multi cultural and relatable, and in his words we were able to hear and see and feel parts of ourselves in him. And we still do. Because we believed in him and what he stood for. And he truly stood for us, each individual of this country and beyond. He is a reminder that we are not all just specs. We are specs that have a voice. And that voice is our strength, and its power is bigger than any president elect. However big or small our voices are individually, there is always the potential to reach and touch someone . . . to make a change here and there. Every little change, every little bit of understanding, matters. And in times like these, we have to hold onto this fact. 

So I am here to make a promise to myself to try to make a difference by taking notice of my actions. The words I speak. The sentences I write. The way I exchange a smile in passing. The interest I show in new people I meet. The time I take to notice how my body really feels more often than not. How I show my unconditional love for my family and friends. The way I stop to lend a hand or ear or shoulder to lean on. It may be hard to think we can inject passion and love and energy into every little thing we do, but with just a change of mindset it’s actually much easier than you think. And even if it starts with one small change, that’s okay, too. This new year is white as snow, Trump or no Trump, and it can turn into anything we want to make it as long as we know that we have a voice. And even when you think you aren’t being heard, know that that is never reason enough to give up.

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