Walt Disney World
How funny is it that my happy place also happens to be the world’s happiest place as well…I mean what are the odds! Jeez. After we rang in the new year, a few questionable choices were made, and some not so great news was received, which led to my fiancé and I both having a bad case of the blues. Thankfully Miami happens to be only a few hours from the cheering up meca, which ensures “no worries for the rest of your days”…DISNEY WORLD. I have been unequivocally obsessed with everything created by my buddy Walt for as long as I can remember, and though some may assume the madness would dim as my childhood set sails, this was not the case, actually quite the opposite occurred. Since I have entered adulthood…sorry…I just puked in my mouth a little, I have taken advantage of the independence it supposedly instills to make my own choices on how I decide to spend my time. Funnily enough the place I want to be always happens to be DISNEY WORLD, so here I am again! I’m unsure if it has been diagnosed on anyone else, but I am certain the endorphin levels produced when visiting the Magic Kingdom generate a high, which creates very elevated levels of dependance in some especially spirited individuals, like myself. Seriously Disney withdrawal is one hell of a down…
Struttin’ it, down Mainstreet U.S.A
Disney Minnie Mouse ears and Mickey Mouse watch, J Crew Necklace, Wildfox Tee, Hermes bangle, Jacquie Aiche Fuck and You rings, David Yurman Heart ring, Vinatge Levis Shorts, Jeremy Scott for Lonchamp pliage bag, and Givenchy Birkenstocks
We attended the Jay-Z concert in Miami last week and it was all kinds of incredible. I never really feel like I have the right to say that I am a huge rap/hip hop fan, as I feel like a huge motherfuckin’ poser when uttering the words, but after attending this show and singing along to every lyric I’ve had an existential epiphany. I Claude-Alicia, am not a wankster, and am aware that I am not of the African American race, but will continue to wear fitted caps, snapbacks, and oversized tees, wave my palm up and down, stand on my seat, and sing along no matter how much whiter it makes me look. To summarize the rest of our evening in a sentence, we had a bit too much to drink pre-during-and post show, and well….I now have lyrics tattooed under my feet…you live and learn bra…live and learn.
No matter where you go, you are what you are player
Chopard pendant, Givenchy Tee, Christopher Kane Aqua clutch, Chanel high tops
Choosing something to wear to ring in the new year is always my favourite event to shop for. I tend to go for the obvious opportunity to do glitter and bold, but in more recent years I have really fucking enjoyed going hunting. What I mean by that is I pick one of my favourite looks from the past year’s shows, and red carpets, dig it up, and get that shit on my body by the time the ball drops. Last year it was the ever so popular open back Tom Ford zipper dress, but this year I fell deeply in love with a controversial twerker’s fishnet Marc Jacob’s number. Sure the met ball and a new year’s eve pool party are not exactly similar events when it comes to dress code, but I “couldn’t stop” as I “adored” it…get it, get it? We attended the Fontaine BLEAU pool party which ironically enough Miley dropped out of, but Pharrell made sure we didn’t notice. 2014 has been a little chaotic thus far but heres to hoping for happier news, better choices (not including booze influenced tattoos) and warmer weather as the year progresses. Hope all of you had a wonderful 2013 and that this new year brings nothing but health and happiness. I am so grateful for all your support with my CC and thank you for continuing to visit everyday. Love you all…
Wrecking Ball Drop
Marc Jacobs fishnet dress, BCBG cocktail ring, Manolo Blahnik Chaos sandals
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