"Fashion is the physical manifestation of who you are"

Monday, March 31, 2014

Stripes & Florals


Navy Sweater: Old Navy | Striped Pants: The Limited | Floral Statement Chain: J. Crew | Sandals: Nine West | Bold Lip: Buxom Swinger | LOVE Ring Stack: Jewel Mint | Gold Watch: Michael Kors | Purse: Marc by Marc Jacobs | Sunnies: Gap Inc. 

Ever have those days where you just feel so ordinary? 

As though you're just another one of thousands? 

That's how I've been feeling lately. As though I'm just another faceless drone out there in the masses. Struggling to make a name for herself. 

I've heard {numerous times} from various professors, that writer's have one simple purpose when putting words to paper -- and it's to know that we're not alone in what we think or feel. The simple process of translating a mental message, to a physical one gives us the opportunity to share our thoughts, in hopes that we can connect with others who might share our opinions or beliefs. We can track these thoughts over centuries -- starting from the moment in which written language began. In the end, writers have one simple purpose -- we want to know we're not alone. 

We want to hear from others in order to seek the comfort of those who share our beliefs. 

My entire life I've been seeking solace in others. I've been wondering if I am the only one who thinks, acts, or speaks the way I do. I've become so quintessentially myself, I find difficulty connecting with those closest to me. I'm not sure they understand the half of what I think, do or say. 

In the end it's always the same question: 

{ Am I alone? }

Are there others out there who feel the same love and passion as I do? Do they act out on their passions the way I do? And more importantly, how do they make connections with the world around them? How do they maintain these connections? These small pieces of themselves they cannot recover -- as they are now a part of something bigger. Some larger scheme; grander than the mundane ordinary existence. 

Writer's have the tendency to express themselves in a way which can transcend the space/time continuum. They can write not only for current generations and events, but for those of past or future moments as well. They can connect with readers across all generations, cultures, and beliefs. They're words will outlive their time. 

{The goal is not to live forever, it is to create something that will}



Currently Listening To: Forever the Sickest Kids -- Believe Me, I'm Lying  
Currently Reading: Walcott Ruins of a Great House

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Spring in the Garden


Red Maxi Skirt: Forever21 | Floral Sheer Blouse: Forever 21 | Sandals: Coach | Black Studded Cuff: Hermes | Handbag: Chanel | Ring Stack: Henri Bendel | Sunnies: Miu Miu 

Spring has Sprung. 

At least that's what we're hearing.

The weather has slowly been morphing into the hot Miami Sun which us Southern Floridians commonly associate with the year long summer weather. It's open season on the beach, the sun feels fine and the weather is warm quickly escalating into the HOT. 

As such, we seem to have fast forwarded through Spring and gone full speed ahead into the summer. A time for shedding our winter layers and bringing out the sheer collection of blouses and beach gear. 

My outfit inspo stems from the feel of casual comfort. The maxi seems to give me added luxury of both comfort and chic. Paired with a yellow floral and bold cuff -- perfect for a night out of trivia and beer. 

Until next time friends <3 



Currently Listening To: Lorde -- A World Alone 

Monday, March 17, 2014

Bugger Off



Grey Sweater Tee: The Limited | Printed Trousers: Old Navy | Statement Chain: J. Crew | Ring Stack: Henri Bendel | Purse & Gold Watch: Michael Kors | White Pumps: Jessica Simpson 

Just a quick update in between the chaos that is midterms. 

It's been insane these last couple of days/weeks -- and as always school is one of the biggest headaches around. But, hey! no one said working full time and going to school would be easy, right? 

So the solution? 

Grin and bear it. There's only two semesters left. 

"You control the test, the test does not control you" 



Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Feeling Argyle


Argyle Printed Pants: Forever 21 | White Blouse: The Limited | Statement Chain: J. Crew | Multi-Tone Watch: Michael Kors | Carry All Tote: Michael Kors | White Pumps: Jessica Simpson | Flower Cuff: J. Crew | Ring Stack: Henri Bendel | Bold Lip: Estee Lauder 

I have nothing to write. 

A complete, and total writer's block. 

This upsets me in ways that I cannot even fathom. I'm so used to feeling the words flow freely through me, and when my mind is blank -- it feels as though my soul is blank. As though there is nothing there to be thought of or felt. It is simply empty. Life continues to revolve, but my inner sanctum has shut down. My inner creative juices have stopped flowing, and simply come to a cease fire. 

Life feels as though there is nothing really important. As though it is one endless cycle after another. You go through the motions of the day, keep to your routine -- but what does this accomplish? What is your goal? What do you have to look forward to? Where are you going in life?


I think the question is not where you're going, but if you'll ever get there? 

Life has so many uncertainties, and sometimes the endless routines are not enough. Sometimes you need that burst of color to come through your drab world of black, white, and grey. Sometimes you need to feel whatever fuels you, coursing through you in a way that will motivate you for change. Something to get you out of bed in the morning in order to accomplish the feats your have tasked for yourself.

Sometimes you just need to make it through the cloudy days, in order to appreciate the sun when she rises again. Sometimes you need to feel the bitter cold, in order to love the warmth of the rays. And maybe, just sometimes, you need to learn to appreciate what you have, in order to know the risk you run in losing such loves. 

Food for thought my friends <3



Currently Listening To: Fun. Some Nights
Not Currently Reading