As a general rule I try not to be presumptuous. But, between weekend brunches and sunny beach days my conversations have led me to believe it is safe to say most of us binge-watched some Orange is the New Black last week. (more…)
Freshman year of college, I’m living in the dorms with a million other girls, and in walks a very beautiful classmate with the most perfect makeup I had ever seen. (more…)
It’s such an awesome opportunity to be able to collaborate with the beautiful Amanda from “Behind the Mirror,” and I am so excited to be able to do this guest post swap with her. Just goes to show how connected the Internet (and our blogs) make us given we’re on complete opposite sides of the world. (more…)
The tone in which we communicate often says more than the words that come out of our mouths. For example, I have this friend and every time she tells a story where I say something she adds in a bunch of stuff that I didn’t actually say because for her my tone said those things and so in retelling the story she wants others to understand what she understood. So frankly, she exaggerates.
Today it is about 65 degrees outside. It’s nice. Last week it was not. Over the summer, I put a post up on different situations that come about during the summer that it would be smart to wear waterproof mascara for. I would like to go on the record by saying I have extremely long eyelashes, like bang up the side of my sunglasses and eyebrows long. However, they are white. Not a problem. But the difference between what I look like with mascara on and without is one of the most drastic differences in the world. Like you may think Christianity and Judaism are vastly different. Nope, fundamentally the same (Jesus part aside.) My eyelashes on the other hand with or without mascara, now there is something at totally opposite ends of the spectrum. (more…)
Denial. Denial is a wonderful condition in which to live… not always, but sometimes. Labor Day weekend marks the end of summer. However, given the industry that I work in, directly after Labor Day weekend I am thrust (and not a good type of thrust) into New York Fashion Week. By the time all of this slows down and I have a second to accept that Summer is in fact over, reality hits me first. Hits me right up against the face when I look in the mirror. Everything I worked on over the last four months is fading fast. The color of my skin, the clear complexion, my natural highlights, my summer glow (if you will) is slowly but surely going to shit. Every morning. Right in front of my very own eyes. I wish I could live in denial.
For a Life Full of Color,New York Fashion Week was last week. Again. While I am sure everyone is dying to know how my NYFW went, unless you are interested in the clickety clackety of my fingers hitting the keyboard “over and over, and over, and over, and over like a monkey with a miniature symbol” we should move on. Among other things, NYFW can also be blamed for my lack of posts. Really, it is time to move on.
So, as my fingers were clickety clacking at my keyboard far past an appropriate time for the day to end, I reminisced over a time much less busy. It was then that I remembered that time I wasn’t invited to the Met Gala. That was one serious case of FOMO, but after a glass of wine I was over it… (more…)
