let's just do a photo diary

out of the blue, i thought i'd see how my blog was doing--as if someone might have updated it for me. i typed in the url on my browser and saw the photos from my last post "jesuit juliet" that feel to me, as if they were taken a year ago. dayum it has been hella long since i've written a blog post, or maybe reality just distorts...reality (?!?!). but now i seriously don't expect much consistency from myself when it comes to my blogspot, which is unfortunate. it's like taking care of your old stuffed animals in your room back home after going to college. maybe (?!?!). i will say that i've been writing pages on pages about alice in wonderland, social death, what reality means, what Facebook means, the ethnography of fashion blogging, yeah, let's talk about college. i love being able to learn and soaking in texts, words, someone's thoughts and identities established through prose and film. school is cool and nyu has shown me that liberty and what a true education can do and did not do for me in schooling ever before.

although most of my life as of recent has been me stringing words together on a laptop somewhere in the city, i have tried fairly consistently document my outfits. there is something about it that is exciting and familiar for me. i also just really want to share it because i have fun wearing what i wear, and i'd hope that maybe youll have fun seeing how i wore things. but clothes don't mean too much if you aren't actually living in your clothes, so here's a photo diary, or maybe let's call it a montage of how i wore my language of life in this so called world.

one of my favorite outfits. i felt so happy in this get up. bright orange, comfortable (kid's) dress (with pockets), a button down, a button down with polka dots, tights, a relevant bouffant, scissor brooch, brooch on quirky location of shirt--this is discoveries and dreams in a look for me!

more photos i took of kate nash at the wsn highlighter. she is a great storyteller and puts on a smashing, honest and personal concert--how they should be. also take a moment to appreciate those bats on her dress. kick ass-ery at its finest. 

trying to look elegant for Elegance at the Met Museum

french connection dress

Inwood Park

anthropologie dress, silence + noise varsity jacket, bebe purse

  

one of my buddies asked me to prom! it's not what it sounds like, in many more ways than one. it was for a fabulous group of nyu admissions ambassadors and i was asked by a dashing gay ginger boy and you have no idea how happy i was when he texted me. i felt like i wouldve said yes if his text asked me to marry him. 

The strap part of the dress was too long for my short body/torso/etc. so I safety pinned the straps to shorten the length. But who wants to really show their safety pin boo boo out in the open. I had dark blue earrings I had been itching to incorporate into my outfits and I finally found their moment. So there's a trick for you--earrings for buttons and brooches! Instant DIY done deal.

Song of the moment

never wanted your love - she & him (check out volume 3 on npr first listen!! google it)

also check out this amazing moodboard by the le sigh--an indie girl blog i write for! yes! more news to tell you that is relevant. the le sigh! we all sigh, we all breathe, we all love ladies and know that art is worth it so visit and browse

oh oh, i also want to tell you that i'm working on a piece of nonfiction writing that i can't wait to share with you soon. :) it will definitely--maybe--be my favorite piece i wrote this year, actually i dont know about the latter half of that sentence, but i will definitely be excite to share it. brace yourselves for a few days. in the mean time, i am on twitter and tumblr pretty regularly. hohoho, boy, do i love this city and this life.

blogging magic

after a few days of being adamantly awesome about cell phone outfit photos, my blogging soul longed for something of the past, and that something was taking outfit pics. it is not really a place for vanity as someone might think. it's just fun. it's like me time. i can take photos however i want. there is no worry about satisfying the photographer's vision. no pressure, except for the disarming fact that someone on my floor my walk out of their door and encounter me taking self photos in their hallway. 

i was confident i wouldn't find an awesome location around my building like the gorgeous stairwells of my residence hall i lived in last year, but despite the first freezing nyc snow blanketing my bod, something inside me fired up and i didn't even really think. i got home, feeling gross and hair all snow-melt-y but my hands just went for the camera and i walked around the floor and this happened! it was really blog magic if there is such a thing--which now i am confident, there is as a matter of fact such a thing. 

i feel like i look so much older than i did last year. i haven't taken outfit photos since.. last year, so go figure. but i feel like i can tell the difference. it's funny how doing this outfit posts/taking these pics is such a part of me. i don't quite understand it, but then again, it's 1am and  i never understand anything at this hour.

so here we are, my self-timer button and i, risking embarrassment from misconstrued vanity one photo at a time. 

jacket - ann taylor loft, sweater - mom's, khakis - south korea, shoes - south korea (uncle) 

also, here's just a cool-story-bro for you. as an intern with nbcuniversal (i know right, it's pretty butt kicking. actually here i will make one of those "shameless plugs" and suggest you to follow our awesome twitter, because guess who runs it--that's right). i left my water bottle in the cafeteria and went to fetch it because everyone wants my extra special water bottle, trust me, and one moment i thought i was getting my water bottle but soon enough i found myself sitting in the jimmy fallon studios listening to him test his jokes and having my unattractive laughs records for the later real show. that was exciting to say the least. i do have to say this is my second time spontaneously, beautifully seeing him. i have never personally interacted with the man--in real life, in my dreams is another story, but i would love to learn more about him. i love his sincerity, and speaking of strange laughs, he has a good one, mostly because it's so real, i love it. you go jimmy, you go.

here is a whatever photo of me being whatever amidst the whatever weather and a whatever justin bieber. (d'you hear it's snowing in nyc? you best belieb it)

song of the moment - 

the real slim shady and/or bing crosby--count your blessings 

in a few nutshells

Miscellaneous: 

That's right, who knew I could paint Kanye in black and white and watercolor.  

Burthday festivutees: 

Brunch at Norma's (the most money I took out of my wallet for brunch)

MOMA

Birthday splurge (skirt from Anthropologie)

it's beginning to look a lot like

notes: i miss

i miss not a person. not a singular breathing thing. but i miss those moments. the mundane. the simple. the subdued smoldering but so effervescent sparks of happiness. the unspoken flirting. the silent laughs inside our head. a love bubbling where no one could see.

i miss being right there. i miss standing still right there. in that moment. i miss imagining holding onto you. but i can't anymore. is it paranoia. is it love. is it real.

i miss the good times. the generalizations. the happiness that isn't supposed to be real for me but it was. the carpe and the diem. the you and the me. the everything that i had with you. a weaving of us.

it's all unraveled now. or so it seems. is it me? is it you? nothing is complete. i don't know. i'm not sure. what---

is it time to say bye. why does it have to go. does it have to? why does it have to end. do you mean to? what is---

maybe what i miss is a person. maybe i miss you. yeah, that's it. it's all it is. i miss us.

socks and tights and oxfords and love

This may be the first post I am... posting (verb choice?) since college has begun. I've been active on tumlbr and twitter, probably too active, but it has been ever so difficult to organize myself blogging wise. Although my blog is quite dead, I had a sudden midnight urge to share a bit of my life with the world wide web. 

To be in New York City is all that matters to me right now. Everywhere I turn, I find something new, a story, a moment of exhilaration, quite appreciation. Collaborations of modern architecture and classical arches. Clashes of class with irritable smells of who-knows-what right across my dorm, and walk across to find swanky apartment buildings with gorgeous windows. Walking to class through a huge park where everyone is doing something, meeting an old friend, or people are there just to appreciate all this collision of life. I just love the fact that I'm here. Something about it, I can't even grasp it. To live somewhere that's considered to be the center of the world in so many different aspects. I go to the Met like it's any other day. I love it every time--not even an exaggeration--but it's so at hand, so accessible and I couldn't be more grateful. 

I love that I've found community here. There is never a moment where I feel like I'm lonely. If I want to meet up with a friend, I can almost always find someone, if not someone finding me. I love that I can go to a dining hall and a friend will spontaneously sweep me off my feet--literally. I love that I can love in this city that could be so lonely. There is nothing not to love, but to love love, love. For the sake of love. 

Thank you New York. Thank you God. This life, I couldn't be happier right now. (except for the fact that I have two essays due in 1.5 days, that is kind of the current issue if there were to be any for me right now). 

Enough 12:45am yackity yack. I've been loving the socks and tights trend so here's two pairs of socks I've worn in two different ways! I just got into venturing into the socks/tights arena and I love it! 

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at the met gift shop. i loved the mirrors there. 

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