A thrown together look for the Valentino resort show a little while back. A menswear blouse up top, an elegant wash of lace down bottom. It felt right cinched at the waist and layered over a rugged pair of two-tone jeans. BOY GIRL has always been my favorite way to mix styles. And look at me! A pair of heels! The highest pair I have actually. Forgot the brand at the moment, but the length of the lace and cut of the jeans . . . they required a lot of height to feel pulled together. I was definitely the tallest girl in the room. But I like being tall. And I had to change my shoes right after taking these pictures. But hey, at least I got to wear what’s my dream look in my head in the real world for a little while. hehe. This week has been a busy one . . . but Hawaii awaits tomorrow. Get ready for the blog to get into full on summer mode. It’s about time! Happy Thursday!
I felt like I was living in some sort of dreamy alternative universe when I wore this dress out to the Veuve Clicquot polo match a few weeks ago. It’s a dress made for a princess! The way it lightly flowed and was semi sheer at the bottom. The open back and low cut sides. The high neckline in the front. The apron-esque layer on the front and back. The ties around my waist to keep me cinched and prim. I’m usually known for wearing non-princess like things in fancy social situations, but this time around I couldn’t help but give in to the powdery puff side of things. With all the flowers and champagne, it’s quite impossible not to! It probably wasn’t the best idea to wear this dress to Governor’s Ball this exact same evening, but there was no time to change. I tried really hard to be careful not to trip over the hems in the messy festival crowds. But now, the next thing is to find another event to wear this dress to. But maybe it will be with sneakers.
I’m looking forward to more fun filled weekends like this in NYC. Getting dressed up and enjoying the best parts of the city I live in. I travel so much every month, I don’t realize until I’m back home how much I love to just stay local and relax in my own city. There’s still so much more exploring to do with the ones I love in this crazy place.
TEVA Flatform sandal in white
Kenneth Cole sunglasses
Oh Bonnarooooooo! I’m already having withdrawals from all the positive energy and high fives that surrounded us on the farm in the middle of a small town in Tennessee. This was Nat’s and my third Bonnaroo, our second one with the Teva crew, and it was by a landslide THE BEST BONNAROO ever. Our suitcases were light on the clothing side, but heavy with Teva sandals, of course. Our camping tent turned into an 85 degree dressing room that saw the change of many outfits throughout the day and evening. There was so many reasons we could have been a hot mess, but simplifying our daily routine on the campgrounds worked in our favor. Makeup? Who cares. Sunscreen only. Our hair? Forget the curling iron. Some sea salt spray did the job. Our easy to throw on summer festival outfits went a long way with some fun accessorizing and bold Tevas on our sunburnt feet. Coming from NYC, you don’t see Teva sandals on the feet of almost every passerby often., Here at Bonnaroo . . . what a different story. The Teva wearing crowd at the Teva Outpost (a curated, custom bus that housed festival essentials and featured a custom sandal engraving station) was more than just youthful and rosy cheeked campers in day glow tie dye and mismatching bandanas around their necks. They were a part of a community. A community that from within feeds off the energy of the festival crowd, and spreads positive ‘roo vibes. It’s like a bug you can’t help but catch at this festival. No matter what, it becomes second nature to high five strangers. Maybe five, ten, twenty in a row. Hippies are dancing to a Marilyn Manson techno remix while some DJ I’ve never heard of is spinning. The more put together city kids from out of town are head bopping to Deap Valley. The punks are listening to Michael Kiwanuka. Everyone is dancing to the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Here, it doesn’t matter where you are from, who you are or, what your day job is. All that matters is living in the moment, and in the Bonnaroo moment everyone fits in and has its place. Everyone is an equal. Everyone has the freedom to express themselves. just like Teva’s hashtag and mantra, #StrapIntoFreedom. Teva sandals aren’t just for granola kids anymore. They’re for the music lover who isn’t afraid to still let his or her inner kid shine. They’re for the fashion chicks (like us) who aren’t afraid to get dirt and mud on our toes even when we are wearing pretty summer dresses. They’re for the man in his 50’s dancing alone in the Silent Disco tent and having the TIME OF HIS LIFE. This is what I saw when I looked around me on the festival grounds. This is what I felt and heard. This is what I exchanged smiles about. That sort of freedom . . . it’s priceless. Bonnaroo, thanks for being my ticket to the fun zone. I made sure to take a little bit of you home with me. Until next year.
Just wanted to take a second to say how grateful I am for the blank slates that we allow ourselves to have when needed. Sometimes life moves in direction where new chapters are inevitable. It doesn’t mean erasing the past or letting go a part of yourself fully. Mostly it just means giving something new a shot. Giving yourself a new means for inspiration and something to spark that motivation again. It means taking everything you learned in the past and applying it to the future. It means laying aside the unnecessary to make room for unexpected surprises, whatever they may be. I’m in this blank canvas state of mind right now. The summer season has just begun with a whopping 96 degrees in NYC. Change is here and change is good. I’ll be moving neighborhoods by the end of next month. And I’m looking forward to having my boyfriend back in town and back by my side in a few months. With my upcoming move, I’m already slowly getting rid of the material things in my apartment so that my mind and body feel less cluttered. Already I am feeling better. And super excited for things to come. Step by step . . . this blank slate won’t be so blank anymore. But a new one will be ready to be filled right afterwards. With what? I have yet to find out. But knowing that I don’t know . . . that is exactly the magic of it all.