Cliffside

January 13, 2017


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Carolina K kimono dress
AG Jeans waxed skinny jeans
By Far boots
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These past week has just flown by like no other! I’m surprised that I’m still in one piece at this point! My late nights catching up on work turned into mornings far too quickly. Maybe it’s the jet lag, but come one . . . the difference between Los Angeles and NYC isn’t thaaaaaat much. I came back from a lazy west coast life without a chance to ease into the NYC grind once again, and the deadlines are overwhelming me just a bit. The days just don’t seem long enough. And it’s only been a week, and already I feel like I need a vacation. But then again I’m heading back to Los Angeles for most of next week for work, and well, the coordinating of my life has been quite hectic. I’m always trying to fuel my creativity, read things and watch things and do things that make me feel inspired so I can keep creating the type of content that inspires others, see my friends, talk to my family back home . . . and then all of a sudden, I stop and think woah, it’s past midnight. The relaxed vibes one supposedly gets after a visit from Cali went straight out the window as soon as I landed back in NYC. Not too hard to imagine for those who live in this city and understand its pace. My to-do list for this year (not to mention this month) is insane, and I’m working on editing it down to something at least semi-reasonable. So it makes me start to ponder all sorts of different things . . . sometimes jumping out a window (just kidding), or jumping off this cliff featured in these photos (kidding once again), just curling up into a black hole over the weekend and not returning the calls of any of my friends, or just giving into my frustrations and giving up (but no, I would actually never do that).

So here’s the question I know we all are asking. How do we keep our cool when work seems to never end? This question in particular is a very hard one for a blogger to answer because for us, work and real life overlap a ton. It’s inescapable, that feeling of 24/7 being on duty. In a way, for us, life itself is the focus of our work. Or at least the creating of a perspective of life, if that makes more sense. Sometimes I ask myself, where should the line be drawn? But it’s hard sometimes to even draw a line because I enjoy what I do so much. Taking photos of things in my own personal life; I feel the need to share them with others because of the beautiful feeling they give me. Sharing my outfits on the internet started as a hobby to help me feel more inspired with the way I dress. Although it is now a job that I fully support myself with, in a way it still it feels like a hobby. But when things start piling up, and every detail is overanalyzed, everything has the potential to feel a bit too much like work. And that’s when the magic is lost. I want to share things that I am passionate about and that will inspire others. But at the same time, there come opportunities where it feels more like a business deal, and being organic can be a struggle. But that just means being more creative. I’ve come to learn that there are some sacrifices one must make to support a business. Now I see it as less of a struggle, and more of a challenge. It’s hard striking a balance, that’s for sure. Some days I wish social media was totally on my back burner, and then there are some days I can go go go, post post post. Energies fluctuate, and especially so with those who share things online. It’s because what we do can be so personal. And I think that that exactly is the answer to the question. To know where to draw the line when the division between digital and IRL become too blurry. To stand back to gain a little more perspective on the bigger picture of the life that isn’t always in front of the lens. 

Let this post serve as a reminder to focus on what is right there in front of you as much as I can, even when the digital screen can be a tempting distraction. The last thing you want is your life to turn into Episode 1, Season 3 of Black Mirror (watch it on Netflix, it’s super relatable to today’s digital age world!!!). I felt it paralleled so much of reality, especially for someone like me. As a blogger, it’s hard to not let things like numbers, likes, comments, and comparisons affect me. I fall into the gimic of it every once in a while. It’s inevitable. It doesn’t always make me feel like the best person, and so I place my focus elsewhere. Onto things and people who made me get into this from the get go. I have found that the best way for me to express myself  most truly on this digital space is to live things fully in the real world. To give you all something more than just a pretty picture. To tell better, heartfelt stories. And that is my goal for 2017, to get better at telling stories that you want to listen to. My boyfriend actually is inspiring me to do that. Let’s see how that goes . . . 


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The Hotel Carmel, Carmel-by-the-Sea

January 10, 2017


HOTEL CARMEL

http://www.thehotelcarmel.com/
Corner of 4th & San Carlos Street, Carmel, CA

There’s something undeniably special about the California coastline, as you make your way towards Central California but not quite all the way north just yet. For me, it’s still close enough to home, but at the same time it feels like I’m transported lightyears away. It’s a quiet sort of loudness that is spoken by the crash of the waves just a few blocks away, the stars that seem to twinkle brighter than ever, and the reliable rainfall that calls for an early night in. That’s exactly what I think about when I visit Carmel-by-the-Sea, a little escapist town on the coast north of the famously fantastic Big Sur. This place sounded like the perfect city to start the first day of the new year in. My family and I, we just came out of a pretty crazy and busy holiday week, and we weren’t looking for a party or a town that would keep us up all night. No, were looking for some peace and quiet, and a whole lot of nature. A drive up the California coast was exactly what we were in pursuit of. And here at Hotel Carmel in the heart of Carmel-by-the-Sea, we found a gem of a spot to spend three delightfully slow days in. Hotel Carmel feels like home. Slightly bohemian in style, but with a minimalistic nature that suits everyone’s tastes I would assume. As soon as I walked into the front lobby, I was warmly greeted by a rustic brown leather couch covered with Southwestern style pillows. The wood of the decor was earthy and warm all around the innermost portion of the lobby. I felt like I was transported back in time to a place where the fireplace is always lit. The side of the lobby near the front windows was brighter and lighter, with shades of blue complementing white walls. It was a nod to the sea that was just a few blocks away I was pretty sure about that. Instantly, I felt like I could kick up my feet for however long that I pleased. Now that’s how a hotel should make one feel. 

The rooms were spacious in just the right amount; simple yet modern feeling. My room had shuttered windows that allowed the morning light to stream in like a hazy dream. The bed was so warm and cozy that I forgot that it rained nearly the entire evening before. I always slept well to the sound to those drops. The rain, it’s a part of Carmel, and it’s the reason for its lush beauty. It’s the reason why Carmel is where one goes to find peace and comfort in the quieter things, like a good book on the deck outside of one’s room, a glass of red wine to be drunk long and slow (there’s complementary wine hour in the lobby every evening at 5:30pm), or a melodically paced walk down streets that seem to wind in circles but that bring you to surprises at every corner (like a jaw-dropping Spanish-tiled staircase or one of the most authentic bowls of pasta one could ever try outside of Italy). Really, Carmel-by-the-Sea is completely walkable, and we only used our car to drive farther south along the coast to Big Sur. It made it one of the most convenient and effortless of trips. 

The friendliest of staff is always there to greet you. In the morning, a well-rounded continental breakfast awaits in the lobby for all guests before they start their morning adventures exploring Carmel and its neighboring cities. Hiking, swimming at the beach, going for a run, taking the dogs for a walk, getting inspired by the panoramic views along the coast. There’s so much to do and see. I think Carmel and its neighboring Big Sur are sure to bring out the photographer in every person. The simplicity of nature and its beauty is really what these places are all about. Below the lobby is a bar with good food owned by the hotel called Brophy’s Tavern. It’s a favorite of locals in the area!

One of my favorite parts of our stay at Hotel Carmel was the outdoor patio and fire pit, along with the intimate hot tub. It’s this hot tub and fire pit that we started conversations with tourists from all over the world, each having unique stories on what brought them to Carmel. Couples. Families. The lone traveler. As someone born and bred in California, I have always known of Carmel, but never really gave it a good chance because I always put other, more exotic places higher up on my t0-see list. I road tripped along the coast a few times, but always passed by Carmel! As I’ve gotten older, I’ve grown to appreciate more what is closer to home. What’s literally in my own backyard (or at least a 5 hour drive north of where I was born). I’m glad that I decided to explore more of what is more accessible within California during this trip home for the holidays. There is such an expansive array of landscapes and paces of life within this wonderful state, I can understand now why tourists come from all over the world to Carmel to see what all the mystery is about. Just about everyone we met at the hotel was on there way to or from San Francisco, and made sure that Carmel was the place to stop by on the way. That speaks loads. It looks like everyone is looking for a peaceful retreat on their international travels more often nowadays. And Big Sur, which I mentioned before. To rest ones eyes on the cliffs and rocks and green and sea in the way that it is meld together as it is in Big Sur, is to really understand what the meaning of what the word “meditative” is. The views easily calm as much as they excite the imagination. It’s a balance that is so unique to this part of the California coast. 

Our stay at Hotel Carmel was magical to say the least. I left well-rested and recharged. Exactly what a new year should have us feeling like. Looking forward. Not dragging on what’s behind. I hope to be back very, very soon!! Thank you Hotel Carmel for our stay 🙂

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The Vintage Patterned Blouse

January 9, 2017


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Vintage blouse from Stella Dallas
AG high-waisted Pheobe jeans
By Far boots
Shop Sonix sunglasses
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Starting this Monday back from what felt like an endless holiday off with my favorite places in New York City to shop for vintage printed blouses. I just can’t seem to get enough of these patterned styles in my closet, which is already bursting at the doors. But there always seems to be room for at least one, or two, or three more. I stock up on vintage blouses in a variety of patterns and colors because of how easy they are to dress up a pair of jeans. They are made for days when I’m not sure what to wear. These six places below are my go-to spots for vintage blouse hunting, and they are super affordable, too. Every time I go, I find something special. Sometimes the hunt seems to take far too long, but in the end I always find that it’s worth the time spent digging in these places. 

Stella Dallas 
A popular Williamsburg vintage pip stop. The back is full of gems from decades back. The front is cheaper and more current (80s/90s) and it’s always worth a look through.
285 N 6th St., Brooklyn

Beacon’s Closet
Both locations are quite large, especially the Greenpoint one. There’s so much to look through it can be overwhelming. I like to go through the store by color.
74 Guernsey St. and 23 Bogart St. locations in Brooklyn

Fox & Fawn
A little hole in the wall shop that has a little bit of everything and has a little more of a curated feel.
570 Manhattan Ave., Brooklyn

Urban Jungle
One of the biggest places to shop vintage in all of Manhattan. Literally you will find everything here for everyone. So many prints, it might be hard to choose! It’s super cheap, too! Even the toruists are hitting up this place nowadays.
120 Knickerbocker Ave., Brooklyn

Duo NYC
This place is small, chic and super curated. If you are looking for a more minimal, simplistic approach to vintage wear, then this is the place to go. But they have very lovely, tamed down prints. 
337 E 9th St., Manhattan

Tokyo 7
If you are looking for quality and designer, then this is the place for you. Vintage is spread out through modern day designer and ready to wear brands. I love going in to look for Chanel pieces! 
83 E 7th St., Manhattan

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Stop Dragon My Heart Around

January 6, 2017

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Suburban Riot jacket
525 America
 sweater
Kenzo pants
Vintage purse
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“Stop Dragon My Heart Around.” True that. As one who is approaching her 30’s (cringe!!!), this creative twist on a saying hits home hard. I’m haven’t gotten my dirty thirty juuuust yet, but I can say that I have in fact survived my 20’s. And let me tell you, that ride through one’s twenties (I’m sure many of you have already found this out), is far from smooth sailing. Being in your twenties is supposed to be a whole lot of your heart being dragged around, and my jacket is fully putting it out there that I no longer want or need those experiences. The best thing about maturing as an adult, is finding where to cut the crap. Getting rid of the insignificant fat (and that goes for the diet, too). Saying bye bye to the stuff that always looked down on you when you already felt small. 

Those bumps. Those bad boyfriends. The back stabbing friends. The frustrating bosses and the horrifying co-workers born to make your life feel below miserable. The apartment that never stops leaking. And the roommate who never gives you space. The endless feeling of being lost and insignificant and unrooted and just never, ever good enough. We can officially throw these things and these emotions all into the armful of things that come with the twenties territory. But these things. These people. Those unconfident thoughts that eat away at us. They all take a back bone to really, truly be pushed away. And that’s what our twenties are for. For feeling hurt. For feeling screwed. For feeling like the last kid chosen at a stupid game of ball. And then getting back up again knowing that we don’t need to take any of that anymore, as long as we believe in that and stand for that. Yes, most likely the same falls can and will be repeated more than once, twice, three times, but that’s okay. We’re cushiony. We bounce back. The scabs look a bit icky, but they just make us tougher. And what I finally realized, as I approached my later twenties . . . the one thing that got me so exhausted and tired . . . was the fact that all I wanted was to stop being dragged around. By people who thought they knew me but actually didn’t. By people who sought to judge too quick. By people who don’t understand or try to understand how a two-sided friendship works. By people who never tried to really dig beneath the surface. By men who kept me hanging and diminished my self worth. By people and things that felt empty. By my own thoughts that caused me to second guessed myself. Those moments are always the worst. Being one’s own enemy can at times be the easiest thing to do as a twenty year old. That I see very clear right now. And it took time to learn to do exactly the opposite. 

The best thing that I realized in my late twenties, was that it is impossible to make everybody happy. And that no one else can determine your happiness. And that when I stopped trying to only please others all the time, I felt a weight off my shoulder. I felt less dragged around. Instead, I felt more confident and aware. And my heart felt safer and smarter, and in need of being surrounded by those who were genuine. Here’s to 2017. And here’s to getting older. Here’s to no longer being dragged (dragonned) around. And here’s to finally just starting to get the hang of this thing called life. 

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