When you pack an entire carry on for 24 hours in Austin, Texas, and all you want to wear is a pair of flared jeans. And every single shade of indigo known to existence. That southern influence man. Can’t beat it. Ever since spring has arrived, I’ve been drawing myself back towards flares again. I think it’s that airy feeling they give me. They were made for this season in a way. Rather than going the natural retro kick back way I usually would have went with these flares, I was inspired by the floral detailing on this St. Roche top. It gave me inklings of Japan and cherry blossoms, and the first thing I reached for was this wide wrap belt to add some cinching. Very kimono-esque I would say. How would you redefine the styling of flare jeans for spring? Tell me!
Nothing more easy than a good pair of blue jeans and white menswear-style blouse. I like my blouse crispy white, a bit oversized and able to be tied or wrapped.
My mind and bones have been warmed as a result of a day free to frolic in Los Angeles. As soon as I step foot back home, I start to feel a little bit more relieved from the stresses of delayed subways, long commutes from north Brooklyn to South Brooklyn, overcrowded sidewalks, overpriced vegan food and french fries, overly sceney Soho restaurants that make me feel like I have to do my hair before entering, endless apartment hunting that is endless because nothing is exactly how I want it to be, winters that slap you in the face and heavy Whole Food bags that break on the walk home. Then there is the fact that there is never enough time to read a book at the end of the day, let alone on my long and sleepy commute. Time to get everything on my to-do list done in one weekend? Impossible. Man, if life could really be as simple as blue jeans and a white button down shirt. Los Angeles, thank you for being that simple combination for me. A little denim escape that encapsulates my mind for the few days at a time that I am home.
Don’t get me wrong, all the annoying little things about New York City will never overshadow all the beautiful, amazing, substantial parts of it. But right now, I’m feeling very much like a L.A. Woman in her blue jeans and white blouse.
This weekend is going to officially feel like spring. We get a warmer Saturday here, and I get to relax with my boo doing fun things to celebrate one year of our relationship. And then I’m off to Los Angeles for a few days for a little family and friend time, but also for an exciting launch that my sister and I will be a part of. I’m so, so ready for that west coast sunshine . . . I’ve been craving it so much these past few days.
Make sure to watch out for the relaunch of Sezane denim on March 29. It’s so fab! And one can never get enough denim, right?
I seem to be on the run far often than not nowadays. Not from things, but to things. But I guess that is the better way to do things. Going after the things you want (while taking into mind what you also need), now that’s a really special thing. The top of the list of emotional priorities for many of us. Or at least, it should be. But sometimes the running never seems to stop. Isn’t the whole point of running after these things one after another supposed to conclude with one last major run towards that end goal, whatever that may be? Some people live their entire existence based on the fact that they have pinpointed down that one major goal, and that’s it. That’s when they’ve made it. That’s when they can stop running. Me? I don’t know what the heck that is. Maybe I’m just running in circles around it, I wouldn’t even have an idea. But for some reason, it doesn’t scare me to know that. It doesn’t scare me that my future may be up in the air, meant to be dealt with in the spur of the moment. The little goals, the little runs along the way, are the most meaningful part of the entire process as a matter of fact. Do any of you guys feel this way? It makes me feel free in a sense . . . not stuck to a plan . . . not trapped by an idea of what my entire life is meant to be way far ahead of myself. Don’t get me wrong, I believe in plans truly, but I also believe that they shouldn’t be the end all, say all driving the motivational force behind our existence.
This denim on my legs, it has no idea where my legs will be taking it next. Sometimes I have no idea where’ll be in the next week, or the next two days. But no matter what, I always feel calm and fulfilled whichever outcome I find myself in. Making the most of current moments is something I’ve learned a lot about these past few years working for myself and on this blog, and living on my own as an adult in a city that is actually built on spontaneity. I’ve learned that nothing can ever be predetermined down to the tiniest dot of detail. Even though there have been many situations where I found myself thinking too hard of what the future will look like (even today I do this). But then I remind myself that the future can’t be, and shouldn’t be, so fixed in our minds. If it was, we would be puppets in a way, but we wouldn’t be our own masters. I just decided to be a master to the moments. Right here, right now, is unbelievably promising if you really stop to look at it.