Posts tagged ‘fashion blogger’
Because It’s Awesome
Each time I wear either this jacket or these shoes I get a variety of comments — some positive, some negative. For example, a boy once said to me in reference to this outerwear, “why on earth did you buy that?” Ok, a few things here. One: I can’t believe a guy actually said “why on earth” — I feel like only people who say “geez” or “golly” or “soda pop” say that. Two: do you really want me to explain why I bought this jacket? Because it’s a pretty uninteresting, anti-climatic story. So, I simply responded with “because it’s awesome” and walked away. (Jerk.)
Now, when I was younger (ages 5-24) a comment like that would have sent me to Insecure City where people hide in corners and try to blend in with the walls. But as I’ve matoooooored (that’s “matured” with an obnoxious accent), I’ve grown to care less and less about what people think in regards to my sartorial choices. Much like the belief that most people would rather be overdressed than under, I would rather dress like myself than try to blend in with the vanillas of the world. This is starting to sound like a preachy post, and though that wasn’t my initial intention I’m going to roll with it. You see I’m under the belief that if you feel like your look is a little on the “is this appropriate?” side then you should definitely wear it. So I leave you with this: should someone question your outfit or comment on its ridiculousness, tell them it’s awesome and walk away. (Cause they’re a jerk.)
// photos by Emily Malan
As you may have been able to tell from many of this summer’s outfit posts, I really turn up the girly factor when it’s blazing hot outside. Feminine dresses, billowy skirts, and colorful sandals are pretty much all I wear.
I decided to try to an edgier look this past weekend by pairing some ripped up cut offs with my signature fall boots, a vintage inspired tee and a heavy metal cuff by Citrine by the Stones. And thanks to the rain I got to break out my oversize rain jacket and the faulty umbrella I picked up on the corner of 52nd Street and Lexington Ave. Gotta love those umbrellas guys for those times when you get caught in a storm, which has been me for the past few rainy days. Get.A.Clue.
I have to admit that I prefer the summery frocks during this time of year, but I’m ready to switch things up for some fall apparel because I’m starting to miss boots, pants, and jackets.
// photos by Emily Malan
After almost four years in my current apartment, I’ve finally made the commitment to move. Today I sign a lease for my new apartment in Brooklyn!
As excited as I am to move into my new abode (room as a closet y’all, room.as.a.closet.), I admit I’m a little sad to be saying goodbye to the place I’ve called home these last few years. So much has happened to me since I moved into my current place — I started this blog, I got Finn, I wrote my first published print article while sitting on the hardwood floor, friendships have come and gone, a pigeon flew into my room…forget that last one — and truth be told, I feel like I’ll be leaving a little part of me behind once I hand my key back.
But such is life and I’m ready for some new beginnings, which I can already feel tingling at my fingertips. So as I say goodbye to one part of my life and welcome another, I’d like to give a little cyber champagne toast to all of you for sticking with me throughout. Now, onto the next chapter!
Despite my impressive collection of Converse, I rarely leave my apartment in flats and/or sneakers. For one, I don’t own a single pair of flats (I think they make me look stumpy), and sneakers make any outfit casual, which is something I’ve started to avoid in the last few years.
Having said all that, sometimes I want nothing more than a comfortable outfit with flat shoes that I can hop, skip, and jump around in with total ease. Such was the case last Friday when I woke up on the wrong side of the bed about an hour past my alarm and had to get dressed in five minutes. I grabbed the basics – skinny jeans, comfy sweater, converse – and topped the whole look off with a textured jacket that prevented my outfit from being the definition of boring. Thanks to the Converse I was able to run like a tasmanian devil to catch the subway and didn’t even stumble or trip down the stairs. Win.