Hello Tuesday! Wanted to share this look with you all from this past Coachella. A retro print that is right in tune with Palm Spring’s color themes. So many orange doors in Palm Springs!! We literally played the game “Count the Orange Doors in Palm Springs” during our drives through the desert. The funniest thing ever. In this case, I found a turquoise door, which to me is the perfect complement to most tones of orange. After this desert trip, I left feeling so inspired by my surroundings. Now that the weather is nice in NYC, I want to take my camera out and about with me to capture the city in action. Find more doors in NYC that will be sure to inspire future blog posts. I’m also in the process of finding a new lens to play around with. My current 50mm has been in heavy use for a few years and is in need of a major upgrade. Perfect timing, because it’s spring. The city is beautiful. And there are more travel adventures on the calendar. Like I said before, I’m inspired to create more this season and try some new things. Here it goes 🙂
Carolina K blouse Frame raw denim jeans
Vintage belt Sonix sunglasses Doc Martens shoes
This past week was full of rain, working and editing (but not nearly enough writing), a cough that’s still with me today, cold days and warm days, meetings about future projects, aaaaaand zero of sleep. Lots of content creation (pat on the back), but none of it shared on here yet (no pat on the back). Not to mention, I’m jumping on a plane this morning to speak on the Create & Cultivate panel in Fort Lauderdale on Saturday. My nerves are a bit wrecked thinking about speaking in front of an audience . . . I’m a bit shy when it comes to public speaking. . . but my sister and I will be speaking on the same panel, so the moral support is already helping ease the nerves a tad. And then I have a day and a half to get my life together because a vacation in Rio de Janeiro with my man, which I am looking forward to so much you cannot even imagine.
Despite this week being productive, I’m feeling a bit drained and sick. Sleep is my number one priority. And fluids (which my boyfriend keeps reminding me about, all the way from Brazil). Hoping to find more balance soon since fashion week begins basically as soon as I get back from Rio. But I’m sure some South American sun and fun will cure me of my tiredness.
Here is a look from my last California trip that I never got around to posting. It’s crazy how some things just get left behind like that.
H&M wool sweater
Vintage dress (worn underneath)
Vintage leather belt Hat Attack cap Ouigal boots
I love any reason that brings me home. Even when I’m tired to the bone, I can’t help but light up knowing that I have a plane ride to catch back to my sunny Southern California. Well, the days have been more gloomy and rainy than anything else lately, but I don’t mind. Either way, I slip into a special routine here; one that involves much more reading and writing and watching of films. The hours spread out farther and farther apart from each other so that self reflection and building up of the imagination can’t help but be inevitable. I’m happy during simple, easy going days like these. It’s like the year I turned 16, and I dedicated my days to the reading of books. I’d spend hours lying in the hammock in the backyard of our home, with no other care in the world except to escape reality for a little while into the whirlwind plot of the novel resting against my legs.
In this moment, I wish that I could freeze in time those rainy, lazy days that I experienced during my holiday break last month. I wish I could let them linger until I get antsy to get back to regular programming again. California feels different went it rains and you start to forget what tone of blue that the sky usually is. The palm trees look cleaner and almost sparkling against the grey backdrop. Out of place in an interesting way that makes you look twice. Paces slow down to something that can be described as beautifully melancholy, and everyone prefers to take on the life of a homebody. California on a rainy day makes me nostalgic. And it makes me more emotional, that’s for sure. Over stupid little things even. Missing my boyfriend seems a bit more tough sometimes. Figuring out a plan for my life as I near 30, a bit too intimidating. All these thoughts and feelings, spilling over inside of me, like the rain drops that gather in hidden nooks. It seems there’s more and more reasons to cry about things, both happy or sad. And being the extroverted introvert that I am, I am constantly being pulled between spilling my heart out to everyone I call a best friend and keeping all my secrets to myself . . . that is, until I am able to fully explain my thoughts out in words. Pen to paper (or fingertips to computer screen) is how I’ve always felt that I expressed myself the best. But when I was younger, I always wished the opposite . . that I could be the one kid in class who had the nerve to be the first to raise her hand in class and answer all the questions. Instead, I preferred to keep all my answers in a notebook for my teacher to read later. But as I get older, I take pride in the fact that I can write. Not that I’m really any that great at it. If I was, maybe I would have written a novel or two by now. No, I take pride in embracing what comes most natural to me. To stand up for it and not keep it hidden, no matter what the judgment of others is.
Thank you rainy California days for giving me the comforts of home, and slowing me down so I can keep a rhythm with my words in tune with the sound of the raindrops that are so unexpected out of your skies. You are keeping this girl in her vintage dress and nubby sweater as sane as one can be in the midst of a January that seems to be slipping away far too fast.
My baby sister, Natalie. I feel lucky I get to travel with her. Even though we argue, annoy each other and pick on each other from time to time, I know that we laugh, love and support each other more than anything else. At the end of the day I know that I can’t do without her. My little babe.
I remember back when we were little girls, I hated when our mom would dress us up in the same outfits. I was a child desperate for her independence, and that went all the way down to the color of my shoe ties. Flash forward to the present day, and here we are, Natalie and I, wearing the same Carolina K dress in different colors, but purposefully. Oh man can things change over time. It goes to show that maturity really is a thing that can fully come to fruition. I’m sure mama is proud 🙂
Love you Nat Nat 🙂 Photos taken in Carmel, California one peaceful morning. xx