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snowbank sweaters

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Winter clothes are my favorite, but only a select few (roommates, co-workers, since I am a full-time employee now!) have seen my elusive winter wardrobe as I am normally bundled up to my nose with scarves, masked with a long down coat and another scarf just to be safe. It took a while, but the romanticized dreams of a city dancing in snow has faded, and I’m pretty much ready for some warmer weather. Don’t get me wrong, it’s beautiful. But all good things must come to an end. Within 30 minutes of snowfall, blanketed sidewalks become slushy and grey, sprinkled with toxic chemicals to hasten melt time. While I wait for spring, I’m sticking to neutral-toned sweaters that match the blackened, road-stained snow banks that form on the sidewalks.

I haven’t strayed much from the grey and black sweater, black jeans combo. It’s just too damn cold to wear anything but pants and boots. I’ve made a uniform of sorts, and it cuts my getting-ready time in half.

For the record, New York is still kicking my ass, but I’ve definitely grown stronger with it. I’d say we’re just about neck and neck. We’re kind of like a “love-struck,” dysfunctional high school relationship. I’m always running back to him because he’s the hot shot quarterback, but he won’t invite me to hang out with his friends yet because I’m just not cool enough. But he promises he loves me and buys me flowers when I think about ditching him and I take him back reluctantly only because he’s hot.

So basically New York is John Tucker, the epitome of awful high school boyfriends. But who actually wins these battles? Brittany Snow does, and you, because you’re probably not with your high school boyfriend anymore, and New York won’t. Soon he’ll drop the veil of deceit and cave to pressures of my hard-work and tears. So don’t you worry, I’ll whip him (New York, John Tucker?) into shape in due time, I’ve never been one to let someone else call the shots for long.

So I tried to talk fashion, I really did. And then my emotions invaded this precious space and I didn’t even ask them and I can’t really help it. I hope you guys don’t mind. Thanks for listening.

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[sweater-zara, boots- doc martens]

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new york kicked my ass

life, new york

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2014 brought way more self-discovery than I asked for.

I thought I’d discovered all my insecurities already, and for sure I figured out already what I wanted to do with my life. Go figure, all that changes when you’re on your own for the first time. Most of all I miss my family and feeling like I’m worth something. New York has a funny way of making you feel pretty worthless. The homeless person doesn’t thank you for the dollar on the subway; the esteemed publishing houses that invite you in don’t invite you back; and there’s always, always somebody doing/living/looking better.

I figured I was one of those “adventurous” ones who could leave her friends, family, and hopeful job connections 915 miles behind her (without crying) to pursue, ever so gracefully, a career in what she loved. It’s just too damn bad for me it doesn’t work like that.

I was sure of my decision to move to New York from the beginning. I still am. I think. I figured since I could dress the part and plaster a fake smile on my face someone would love me. But that just isn’t the case, my friends. Everyone in New York knows someone’s cousin, or went to an ivy, or looks more like an off-duty model. No pity party for me though. I get it. In time it will happen. But my life looks a lot less like Jack Karouac sipping black coffee and writing world-changing literature and a lot like Hannah Horvath, penniless, manic, not shaving her legs, etc.

I promise I value hygiene as much as the next person; it’s just much harder to maintain your self worth where you can count the number of people who could bail you out of jail on one hand, aren’t making a steady income (freelancing doesn’t count), and want everyone else to think you’re having the time of your life. It’s a tough life out there for those dumb enough to leave behind their entire support system along with perfectly-apt job opportunities.

I know, no pity party. This city is beautiful. In every nook and cranny there’s a talent waiting to be discovered and a story ready to be told. I intend to both be one of the talents and tell all those stories.

I may have to crawl in my bed to get new panties out of my dresser (mesh drawer from IKEA) and getting a new flavor frozen burrito from Trader Joes may be one of the most exciting parts of my week, but I chose this. I picked the hard route. The long windy route. The route that won’t even let you off to pee. The route that glares when I ask “are we there yet?” But it’s mine. This apartment is mine, this journey is mine, this mattress is mine, and this dream is mine.

2015 will bring good things, but I will anticipate the bad. New York may have kicked my ass, but I came up smiling and ready for more. Really. It takes borderline psychos to live here. So bring it on. I’m here and I’m staying.

*So much for a fashion blog, but this post has been on the tips of my fingers and needed to be written. Here’s me in my dream neighborhood (Williamsburg) wearing a few Christmas presents.

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[sweater / jeans-zara, bag– kate landry, jacket- my beautiful grandmother’s, necklace- jcrew]

new look

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My little piece of internet got a facelift with the new year. Maybe this will inspire me to use it a little more than last year. Let me know what you think!

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Enjoy this tiny preview of what is to come in my next post. Of course my favorite photo from the day has nothing to do with my outfit. Check back tomorrow for more.

wish list

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gift guide
This Christmas I can honestly say I don’t need anything gift wise… except rent money. I have so much to be thankful for that it seems selfish to ask for more. I’ll be home for the holidays soon, but have been soaking in all of the holiday cheer NYC has to offer. The Rockefeller tree was everything I hoped it’d be, the Saks and Bergdorf widow displays were downright dreamy, and strolling through Central Park bundled up with hats and scarves with a special boy on my arm has been the best gift of all.
Except this is a gift guide and I couldn’t help but mentally check off my imaginary list walking down Fifth Avenue.
1.  Bobbi Brown’s entire Holiday Collection was on point this year. I’m not a huge fan of shimmers and sparkles on my face, but this gorgeous highlighter would be the perfect touch of holiday glam to add to a party outfit, or just brighten up your complexion for everyday-wear.
2. Big, bulky sweaters are kind of my thing. Just recently I was deemed unrecognizable after arriving at a holiday party in a classic LBD and my hair down. Really? Ok, maybe I’ll wear girl clothes more often. This v-neck sweater seems like a sexy alternative to my usual bulky counterpart. I’d wear it with my number 3 pick, the black bralette, just in case the neckline sweeps too low.
4. I’ve pretty much chunked all of my heels as there’s no reason for torturing the balls of my feet walking from place to place around here. I figured these all black tennis shoes could serve as an the go-between from home to office.
5. I’ve been dying over the Volcano Capri Blue scent so often enticing shoppers in Athropologie. I’ve pretty much said no to paying full price on anything there, but this candle is so worth it.
6. Although the majority of my clothes are neutrals these days, I still feel drawn to baby pinks and blush tones now and then. I think this Henri Bendel bag would be the perfect complement to pop against my all black everything.
7. The perfect boyfriend jean is a true gem to find, and while I absolutely adore my Forever21 staples, these zara jeans are a bit tighter and more flattering when paired with my layers upon layers of sweaters and blanket scarves.
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bold

a tree grows in brooklyn, fall 2014, work wear

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Who am I if not bold and sometimes brash? I’ve never been the soft-spoken, mysterious girl so often coveted in the dreams of the lost hero onscreen. I usually let my mouth get the best of me. For the most part, it’s worked out. I have found most of my regrets stem from affections un-said, opinions un-voiced. I may lose at the whole perplexing-princess, ingenue trope, but I don’t think my clothes would fit in her wardrobe anyway.

One must be of the audacious variety to snag a seat on a downtown 9 a.m. train to the Financial District, or triumph over combative taxi drivers at a crosswalk, or get a job in NYC where everyone is vying for the same “American Dream,” carrying equal amounts schooling and exceeding amounts connections.

I don’t think I’d call this yellow-printed pants set brash, but audacious? The sea of morning commuters part to make way for the woman drowning in analogous yellow print, or so I imagine—maybe I just smelled bad. It takes a bold personality to carry an all-over print, since you’re certain to garner a doubletake or two.

I added a black, leather jacket and black pumps to my Zara set to streamline the color palate, but could not resist a bold lip a la Nars, Fast Ride to finish off the “don’t think about turning right on red-it’s my turn to walk-I look fierce-plus I can’t walk any faster because, these heels hurt” look.

Bold gets you a job in New York. Brash helps when your broker’s fee isn’t comparable to his services.

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You couldn’t rip these $20, Forever21 jeans away from me if your life depended on it. They’re perfect and comfortable and I don’t  have to unbutton the top button after a large meal. Boyfriend jeans are a way of life, one that says “I know my backside is unflatteringly flat and it looks like I have cankles, but those are the kinds of things I can forgo when I want to look slouchy-chic and don’t want seam lines embedded in my skin when I take them off.” Boyfriend jeans don’t care if you don’t have a boyfriend and you bought them at a teen wholesale store. They’re the IDGAF of jeans, they’re the pair-me-with-sexy-sandals-to-create-an-ironic-dichotomy-jeans and they’re here to stay for every season. I just decided.

Halfway through this post I realized I already wrote an ode to these jeans, but I guess I’ll keep going to show you I’m not a quitter. Here is my summer interpretation in which I add a breezy button-down and sleek sandals to up the down-town chic factor, but I also wear them with muscle tees and Birkenstocks; so don’t be fooled.

New York’s still beautiful, if you were wondering. I’ve been spending a lot of my time in the East Village with my soon-to-be roommates and I can’t help but take fashion inspiration from the silent fashionistas that seem to always have their nose in their phones. This trait helps me to look a few seconds longer without feeling intrusive. This down-town chic is a mix of neutral cropped sweaters and frayed denim, platform sandals and textures hair-dos. I’d be lying if I told you my hair wasn’t an attempt at the perfectly undone look the ladies of downtown sport.

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Thanks, Mazie for the photos.

 

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I’m here. I think.

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It certainly has been a while. I guess I’ll just chalk this up to one of the more personal posts, as I usually focus on personal style and the like. I am in New York City with no ticket home. (Except for my best friends wedding, but I’m coming back right after so that doesn’t count. I think.) It’s exhilarating and scary and everything I’ve ever wanted in my short existence as a fashion-forward, liberal-minded, 20-something. Gag. I’m terrified. But the kind of terrified that usually ends up being the best decision you ever made kind of terrified. I’ve only been this scared one other time and it ended up landing me a couple of awards and a spot on CNN. So it’s good. I think.

I am in Brooklyn job-searching and apartment hunting with a few of like-minded thrill-seekers. Gag. (I’m giving myself way too much credit. I never seek thrill. I just think you have to do the whole jobless, air-condition-less thing before you “make it” in this soul-devouring city.)

I’m bad at this whole personal post deal. So far I’ve just used a bunch of cringe-worthy millennial speak I usually make fun of, so I’ll be real. I drink a lot of iced lattes with the money saved up from school and write a lot in my Macbook Pro…edit tests, journaling and the like. I’m lucky. Thanks mom and dad for your support. But it is scary not knowing what my next move will be, but I guess that’s good. I think.

So here’s to going on three weeks in the city. Heres to the Jamaican food I ate on Saturday that will go down as the best meal I’ve had in the last six months. Here’s to the fun, supportive crowd I get to spend my time without AC with. Here’s to the Birkenstocks I bought to help feel a part of the bigger picture in the NYC blogger scene. And here’s to the unknown.

I can’t leave this post without a pinch of fashion-related material, so below is an accurate portrayal of what I’ve worn while wandering around the city. Sorry, I haven’t found a personal photographer yet. Plus I had to leave my camera at home, as my one suitcase had already exceeded the allotted 50 lbs.


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After graduating from college and all that the mile-marker entails, I am trying to tone down the Forever 21 tutus and cat sweatshirt purchases and instead look for more job-friendly finds. Madewell’s sale section has become my go-to for grown-up-gal looks that suit both my style and my desire to look like a trustworthy, job-holding member of the adult world. I plan on this striped tunic dress being in constant rotation in my professional wardrobe—dressed up with a camel-colored blazer of course.

I don’t think I will ever own a skirt suit, unless it has polka-dots on it and I can wear it with a turtle-neck, cropped top. I’ve only really worn my plain black pumps to Christmas Eve Mass. And nude tights will never be in my winter repertoire. I think I will always show a bit of spunk in regards to grown-up clothes. I figure I have a good 20 years before I need nude tights to cover whatever leg blemishes you get post-children.

Also. What’s a semi-adult look without an exaggerated neon-blue cat-eye? Probably not work-friendly, but what really defines work-appropriate? Not neon? Ok.

Thanks Madewell, for always being on point with your casual, kind of adultish clothes. Keep up the good work.

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[dress-madewell, scarf-madewell, shoes-nine west, bangle-madewell, watch-as0s]

Thanks, Daniel for the photos.

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flatter me

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Turns out this is the most flattering thing I’ve ever put on my body. Girls, women, ladies: a-line midi-dresses are everything, despite their proverbial house-wife nature. Today I choose flattering shapes over sex appeal. But who am I kidding? Sex appeal rarely infiltrates my wardrobe decision-making. Leandra Medine is my soul sister.

Maybe I resemble June Cleaver, but I’d like to think the ASOS chain choker and BCBG black sandals would make it impossible for me to vacuum or cook a roast. Cheers to ’50s fashion and braided updos. Drinks are on me, because I’m definitely planning on wearing this for a night out. Maybe it can be a game. Let’s see how many drinks are purchased for the lady in a calf-baring, gingham dress and German school-girl braids. I like where this is going.

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[dress-asos, choker-River Island, shoes-bcbg (old)]

Thanks, Daniel for the photos.

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LBD

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I can’t tell you the last time I put on a dress with frills or was able to put my hair in a top knot. I suppose this weekend was monumental. Zara is on point with their subtly feminine pieces and I figured I needed a for real LBD if I wanted to graduate college a real woman. And yes, if you don’t own a sexy-ish black dress then you aren’t a woman. Just kidding, you probably just like brighter colors or not conforming to predetermined fashion must-haves. And what’s an embroidered, leg revealing dress without beat up Chuck Taylor’s?

Probably elegant, but I am not about to host a party in heels. There are drinks to mix and strangers to entertain and I was not planning on tripping while doing so. Also, any tips for bras and backless dresses are appreciated. I ended up having to summon the courage of Hannah Horvath and hope detailed embroidery would work as chest armor once the AC came on.

As for the top knot, I about squealed upon discovering that the baby hairs at the bottom of my hairline almost gathered into one handful. With the help of 17 bobby pins, every hair on my greying head was neatly hair-sprayed to the side of my scalp with a few hairs to spare, creating a knot of sorts at my crown. Almost two years of pixie-growout and I am able to participate in the hair trends of 2012. One small step for my hair, one giant leap for my heart.

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[dress-zara, shoes-chucks]