I'm Gonna Give You Some of My Good Time....

I'm pretty sure I can equate hearing 'Scar Tissue' live to a boys first wet dream. And, on top of that, I was given a sweet fur jacket on the way to see the Red Chili Peppers... Not too shabby if I do say so myself.

Festival Feeeever

I guess I've finally gotten over the fact I didn't go to Coachella after the millions of instagram and twitter posts I had to browse through the past two weekends in utter horror and jealousy I wasn't there (Okay, maybe I'm still not over it..)But better yet, Coachella fashion is oh-so-fun to look at considering I've been trying to bring the flower headband back for years now...

ie: Man Repeller & Danielle Snyder (Courtesy of Dannijo's Blog)

Better yet? What better than an excuse to wear jean shirts, crochet tops, fringe boots, and anything Novella Royale? I guess I'll just keep buying festival-like clothing to make myself feel better about not going this year...

Ready or Not..

Maybe its because I've inherited my mother's disease to listen to songs on repeat over and over again until they're engrained in my mind, or Lauryn Hill has cast a spell on me... Or maybe its the rain or something that has me playing this song on repeat by the Fugees...

Also.. this picture makes me feel pretty good about my eating habits yesterday. Thank you TTH. (If only everyone showed up to McDonalds in that outfit...)

Its Easy to Forget...

With so much hype surrounding graduation, its easy to forget what's important when stress and anxiety are looming around every corner. I was sent a cute little article/blurb by a friend the other day and it's 100% worth sharing. Thank you Ryan O'Connell for that bresh of fresh air.

"I know I talk crap on being a twentysomething but I’m only half-kidding. In actuality, there’s no age I’d rather be. (Besides maybe seven years old because they don’t do anything besides eat ice cream and poop themselves. That sounds like an ideal life to be completely honest.)

Being in your twenties is all about discovering which things hurt you and what makes you feel good. You go in blindly, practically pricking yourself with a dull blade, and then you walk out with tougher skin. One day you’ll stop pricking yourself altogether. Maybe. I don’t know. How would I? I’m just a twentysomething, remember?

This is what your twenties are for — to feel and see as much as you can, to take advantage of not being tied down to anything and anyone and to go balls to the wall with everything that you do. You’re a raw nerve. You hate getting upset over little things, about being constantly unraveled by ignored text messages, parents, grades, and friends, but you have to remember something: you don’t know yourself entirely yet. Before the age of 20, you were mostly under your parents care, a reflection of what was going on around you. You didn’t have the option to make your own choices. You were merely living the life someone set out for you.  Being in your twenties allows you to start carving out the life you want for yourself. Everything is on your terms now which seems daunting but is actually liberating. For the first time in your life you’re the boss.

It’s important to talk about why your twenties are great because it seems like we spend so much of our time wanting to be somewhere else other than where we are. Think about it. Why the hell are we in such a hurry to live some boring grown up adult life that we saw at a Crate & Barrel? Because once we do get there, we’re stuck for a long time. The novelty’s going to wear off, we’re going to get married and have babies, and everything will be amazing but don’t think for a second that you won’t be nostalgic for this time. Don’t think for a second that you’re not going to miss those nights you spent putting on your make up, changing five million times, drinking wine, smoking cigarettes out your apartment window, and going to some silly party, a party that feels like all the others you’ve been to but still has the right to feel special. You will miss all of this. This is a luxury. It’s going to leave us eventually so you better freaking enjoy it. You better enjoy every lame ass party, every awkward kiss, every 5 AM hangover, every drug experience, every crappy apartment, because one day it will all be gone and you’ll just be left with the pictures and the bruises and nothing else. Youth is fu**ing magic. Don’t you get it? Look at your skin! Touch it. Look at your smooth legs and stomach. Grab it. When you’re older, you’ll want all of this again so bad. You’ll possibly spend so much money to get some semblance of it back. Now it’s yours for free.

We’re not stuck. Even if it feels like we are, it’s not true. We’re the opposite of stuck. As twentysomethings, we’re constantly moving — apartments, relationship, cities, jobs. Anything is possible. People are ready for you. They want to hear what you have to say. They look at you and are curious about what words are going to come out of your mouth. You’re the new generation. What do you have to say? Don’t bite your tongue. One day you’ll be pushed aside for a younger “fresher” perspective so you better get it out now. Make a mark. Make a stain. Make something.

I want to remember the fear, I want to remember the promise, I want to remember the nights I wanted to curl up in a ball, I want to remember the people I’m not supposed to remember, I want to remember not knowing myself, I want to remember the moment I started to feel safe and like this life I’m leading is really mine. I’m going to be scared, I’m going to bruise my knees and not know how they got there, I’m going to try to fruitlessly forge a connection with someone who won’t ever get it, I’m going to lose the person that means the most to me and find my way back to them. I’m going to be a twentysomething because that’s what I am and all I know how to be.  And you should too. You should love every single moment of this hot mess of a decade. Chances are you’ll miss it before you even get to say “I’m 30.” "

The Snooze Button

Today it occurred to me after I hit my snooze button for the fifth time in a row and endlessly was woken up time and time again after that damn 9 minute snooze interval that the Iphone allots to me... that boyfriend jeans are genius. Now, first things first, the fact they're called "boyfriend" jeans eats me alive because I'm pretty sure 1) Thats Sexist and 2) I've never seen any boyfriend of mine wear neon-orange ripped baggy jeans but hey, whose asking?

These gems are from Urban Outfitters, Madewell, and Citizens of Humanity. The point? When I woke up from my snooze button, and couldn't muster up enough energy to squeeze on my skinny jeans... Aha! The boyfriend jean! Comfortable, cute, and allows much more of a steady air flow to the lady parts when Binghamton decides to turn into a heat wave.

Over all, Overalls.

While most of my searches for overalls has led me to the 'Toddlers' department, I have finally found the perfect pair. Forever 21 offers an acid wash overall option that is honestly, amazing. It's not like I'm trying to pay $100 for designer overalls... but I am trying to wear a onesie that makes me feel like a care-free child while still being the fashionable 21-year-old I like to believe I am. (Key phrase: Believe I am.)

For the Love of Sandals

Three years ago in intern desperation (you know... feet bleeding in 4 inch heels as you run countless errands all over NYC?) I popped into a store on Broadway to discover the perfect pair of black lace-up sandals. Since than, we've had a loving relationship... but this past week my shoe-repair man told me that my time was up. Now, I've spent the entire week in a frenzy searching for the best possible replacement at a reasonable price and let me tell you people, it aint easy. These bad boys are from Zara and the closest I've found to a worthy opponent of my beloved babies that I wish the shoe-maker could fix just this last time...

 

Like Crazy

"I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it.

But I didn't, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it.

I didn't realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea.

Because it's the halves that halve you in half. 

I didn't know, don't know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me. "

Source

A Break From Break

Home for a week I've been indulging in some serious retail therapy... fantasizing over the new mr. dannijo collection... and over-eating massive amounts of matzah with cream cheese.

The realizations of this break also include: it's okay to wear the same floral jeans three times in a row, don't watch the movie 'Like Crazy' unless you have a few hours afterwards to mope the hell around (and obsess over the song 'Dead Hearts' by Stars)... and that levis jean vest I told my sister she could have, I now want back.

Wildfox x Jeffrey Campbell