Collaboration, frangrance, style
Collaboration, frangrance, style
Cynthia Rowley dress from Amazon
Rebecca Minkoff neck scarf
Salvatore Ferragamo purse
Karen Walker sunglasses
Dr. Martens shoes
Jumping for joy because it’s Friday. Well, maybe not a high jump. Maybe a little hop . . . I’m a little sleep deprived, I’m sorry. And unlike last Friday (which was full of Coachella chaos), this one, although filled with the regular flow of work, means a start of a weekend to lay my head on my pillow a little bit longer. Finish that book I started on my last plane ride to Los Angeles. Do some grocery shopping and cook that meal that I screen capped off Pinterest. Practice my lonely guitar and sing a song purely for myself. Facetime my boyfriend. Organize my wardrobe. Again. Visit my friend’s cat and have a craft beer at my favorite beer spot. Write something better than what I am writing right here right now. haha. Oh the struggles of writer’s block. Brooklyn sounds like the perfect peaceful alternative to the bustling and loud Manhattan. I only got back to the city yesterday and already the sounds of the subway screeching to a halt seemed strikingly louder than normal. Getting caught on the NQR during rush hour is a cringeworthy process that I try to dodge as often as possible. But yesterday, guess what, I was trapped. What is happening? I’m not sure. All I know is that I am missing the sunshine in front of this pink wall on the side of Pink Taco on Sunset Blvd. It might take a weekend for me to get back to regular programming here in NYC. But that’s ok. I like it better when things take time. Everything goes at its own pace, like the process of unpacking from my last trip, and I’ve come to learn to accept that. I find myself happier that way. hehe. Happy Friday lovers. What’s on your weekend list?
Today is my last day in Los Angeles before I head back to NYC. I wasn’t gone for that long really, but I’m already feeling bittersweet thoughts of going back to the big city I’ve grown to love in my own unique way. It can be quite a hard feeling calling two places home. Each place special for different reasons. Some that overlap, most that are truly distinct of each other. I’m looking forward to my sunlit corner fill of light that inspires me to write. I’m looking forward to my morning matcha that I haven’t drank in a week here in Cali. I’m looking forward enjoying to the blossoms at their high peak in Central Park. I’m looking forward to people watching on the subway. And having a beer with friends on the weekend. I’m looking forward to getting back at it in my pilates class. I’m looking forward to go go go. But I’m also looking forward to finding a new apartment to call home. Fingers crossed. Don’t worry, I’ll still be staying in Brooklyn. There’s not better place for me. House hunting so far has been stressful to say the least, but I’m trying to stay positive. The thoughts of a fresh slate to make all my own is the most exciting thing!
But dang am I going to miss a lot about my original west coast home. The quiet mornings with coffee on my parent’s porch. My parents of course. My heart and strength comes from them, and my time spent with them is so important to me. I’ll miss the passenger seat, that’s for sure. I think that my best ideas come when I’m switching through the radio stations on the freeway. Who what have thought?! Maybe it’s the continuous road ahead. Which brings me to the next thing I’ll miss. I’ll miss all the space. It’s such a luxury we take for granted until we aren’t able to have it anymore. I’m speaking to all New York transplants. I think my skin looks better in LA, too. It’s all the sunshine and outdoor sweat sessions.
I’ve also been missing my boyfriend, but he’s in neither of the above places at the moment. Long distance feels tough sometimes, but my relationship with him is so special to me. It’s almost hard to describe. So special I feel the need to privately protect it in a way. And I’ll never give up on it. Mmmmm, maybe I’m spilling a bit too much on here. But I just felt the need to say a little of what’s been on my mind. And that is a lot of things. hehe. I’ll leave it at that for now. Happy Wednesday. I’m looking forward to the rest of this week and the weekend to come. I’m always so stoked for the little bits of “me” time I give myself on the weekends lately. It allows me to be productive in so many aspects. It really makes me feel good. Hope you all get some “me” time, as well, this week 🙂 Don’t forget about it!
All denim by 7 For All Mankind.
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7 For All Mankind denim sleeveless dress
It’s crazy to think that Coachella happened in just three days. Natalie and I felt like we were in the desert forever and ever. And ever. The desert . . . a place where no one remembers your name. Hehe. We basically forgot our own names from all the hecticness we involved ourselves in during the past few days. We arrived a good two days before Coachella even began, so our time in the desert felt extra extended. The craziest part though, was how easily I forgot about New York City while I was there. We were working a ton, catching as much music as we could in between shooting, and for some reason the days felt like they were stretched out long and far, beginning early and ending late. They ran into each other in endless waves of desert dust and hot, dry heat. Despite the fact that the heat made me sleepy, it started to really feel like I was very well suited for desert living. Despite running around like a chicken with her head cut off, I felt naturally at ease amongst my environment.
The Coachella Valley is a world in itself. Isolated and desolate. It feels sparse in most places and one must drive far to get from one destination to the next. In fact, with the distances stacking up on the car meter, you think you were driving into nothingness . . . on and on and on you go. In the end, it is exactly that openness that gave me the most refreshing feeling. The horizons in fact were limitless. And so was my mind. It’s no wonder the music sounds and feels better in the desert. The unlimited space all around allows for it to travel a million times around. I like to think of it that way. The music rushing through every palm tree, in-between the dust, through the soft ripples of the oversized pools of every Spanish-style backyard in basically the middle of nowhere. This town that feels mostly ghostly on any normal given day, is full of energy and mystery during Coachella. The desert dust dances. And I was inspired to follow suit. This was the first year where I heavily focused on denim for my festival looks, thanks to 7 For All Mankind and their wonderful new collection. Retro-inspired cuts that fit right in with the city’s vintage architectural leanings. And with denim being the uniform of the early west, it made sense that it found its official place in the middle of the desert during a modern day music festival. It hides us from dust, looks even better with dirt stains and keeps us from getting too sunburnt. But really we don’t care about those things. Festival season is a free for all. Restraints? No such thing. And this denim really made me feel FREE this year at Coachella. In a way, this denim paid tribute to that All American feeling. It’s something I’ve been wanting to express more and more lately. Denim is not just a type of fabric. It’s a feeling in the soul. Theres’ so much music in that feeling. It’s free roaming. It’s almost in need a stage all of its own. For now, the palm tree lined streets of Palm Springs that line themselves all the way to Indio . . . they will do for now.
This post is in collaboration with 7 For All Mankind.