It’s supposed to snow here in NYC tomorrow, so I thought I’d hit you all up with something on a more tropical sort of level. The front yard of our Airbnb in Tulum was inspiring to the max, full of lush green and tall bamboo. A little plunge pool that kept calling our names. An environment made for the professional lounger I must say. This lingerie-esque bodysuit also seemed fitting for an afternoon cat nap by the pool. My most extravagant of kimonos in tones of gold and black felt right, as well. In a place with a pace as casual as that of Tulum, it stills seemed right to throw on something that sparkles and shines. It’s just another form of TLC when I’m on a vacation.
This is pretty much my last post from Tulum. Another quick warm-weathered trip is coming up next weekend! Guess where? It involves a lot of music 🙂
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.
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.