When I wear Anna Sui, I feel absolutely invincible. In the way that the lead singer of a rock band feels when he or she performs on stage. Attending the Anna Sui show this past NYFW just reiterated my love for Anna’s aesthetics, which is grounded so deeply in music and rings so true of her passion for it. You feel the beat in the bones of her designs. The way they move down the runway. The way they shimmer in the light. They layer together in a way that gives light on what is beneath all the way to the bottom. Every single texture speaks boldly and confidently like a tune you can’t get out of your hair. The past is her muse . . . but so much of the future is felt when I see Anna’s designs float (or should I say sashay) down the runway. Every season is a literal transport to a story in time that existed once, but can be touched upon again through the threads put on one’s shoulders. That’s the beauty of Anna’s retelling. She doesn’t change the story in history . . . she sheds light with her own perspective. What I feel when I view her collections is that no matter how history rolls out, the idea of playing to the beat of one’s own drum should never be lost. And that perspective is the coolest thing ever. Long live Anna Sui, the woman who made me care about the clothes I put on my body when I was a pre-teen, and the feeling they gave me when I walked out the door.
All watches featured in this post are by CLUSE
When you have a whole lot of time to not worry about time . . . then you know that you are in Mexico. But that was exactly the best part of our trip . . . the fact that we had all the time in the world. And no perfect time than when time itself seems to magically become endless, to put on a CLUSE watch and keep track of how slow the days really pass by . . . and how much you want it to keep staying that way. We officially found out how much of a perfect beach side accessory the watch really is. Cluse watches, minimal and practical in design, yet bold and bright (if one desires) in colors, fit right in with the aesthetics of Mexico (and our bikinis). I brought two colors to Mexico to mix and match under the Tulum sun. My CLUSE Minuit Gold in White/Mustard was playful and gave me that summer feeling to take around with me on my wrist. It added exactly the kind of pop of color and sensibility one expects to have in a place as laid back and fun loving as Tulum. My CLUSE La Roche Gold in Black Marble/Black style is sophisticated and sleek, with just a slight touch of masculinity. It streamlined the golds and heavy patterns that I sometimes like to wear to the beach. My CLUSE watches balanced one another out, just like how Tulum balanced out my racing mind leftover from NYC with the peaceful tides of the current situation. My watch was a reminder that I had no need to rush. Anytime was the best sort of time.
Sneakers are a part of my DNA. I’ve always been the tallest one in the room, so flat shoes, and especially sneakers, kept me feeling more like I fit in. Today, I have no issues with being tall at all, but sneakers are still on my feet. The thing is that I wear them differently more often than not nowadays, leaning more towards the feminine side with skirts and dresses, as opposed to something paired with pants. I love to feel feminine, even more so today in my late twenties. I think it’s a part of growing up . . . growing into oneself in a way. But never do I want to look or feel too done up (or should I say prissy). You’ll find maybe one or two pairs of heels higher than 3 or 4 inches on my shoe shelf . . . and my feet have been thanking me greatly for it. Sneakers are my best friend through and through. During the days of the past when I wanted to feel not so tall, to the present days when I want to be comfortable, but without sacrificing looking feminine. Timberland lets me be a comfortable girl, and that’s the best thing. Here are two ways that I wear sporty shoes by Timberland in a feminine way. What’s better than having the best of both worlds? I hope they inspire you to do the same.
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).