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NYFW Day One

New York, New York

TGIF everyone! This past week has been an absolute whirlwind, literally and figuratively. We spent it in New York for Fashion Week in the snow, wind and rain, and not to sound cliché or anything but…had the absolute time of our lives! Though it wasn’t my first time experiencing NYFW, I never did it quit like this. Usually we attend a couple shows, and events, plan a few meetings while in the city and call it a day. This trip however, it was going to be 5 days, a dozen shows, evening fun with friends, and no time for rest let alone sleep. That’s right kids, I was gonna do it like the pros do.

After missing the Desigual and Nicholas K show (told ya’ I was doing it like the pros), we finally arrived amidst the snowstorm, and I had to get going and ready for the Micheal Costello show. Did I mention the snowstorm. Try to look cute, let alone effortlessly street style cool surrounded by puddles of slush and snowbanks. Not what I had planned for. After I got seated first row across from a Care Bear, my nerves took a back seat and I started feeling like this week was gonna be good. That night was followed by the best tacos of my life at ABC Cocina, and a mediocre night’s rest.

The next day I froze my buns of shooting this very look, before heading to The Standard Grill for a quick lunch before Cushnie et Ochs. Here’s a tip for you. Don’t eat a massive burger with a generous side of fries while wearing lycra-less vintage jeans. Boy did I not feel good. I had my tight pants on, a tall pink pom pom beanie, and leopard of all prints, sitting front row at my most anticipated show of the week, across from some of the most influential people in the industry. If you want to know how to feel out of place kids, this is how you do it!

Events like fashion week can make you feel so very teeny tiny in a sea of incredibly beautiful and talented individuals. What’s important to remember though, is that no two are completely alike, and that it is your skill, your character, and your unadulterated uniqueness, that will get you where you are going. So no matter how many followers, endorsement deals or shiny contracts are sitting across from you at a fashion show, you made it because of your hard work and because you stayed true to who you are. Wow, why did I go all introspective and preachy again. All I’m trying to say is…you do you. No matter, in what field, or what that means to you, because your power is in your individuality and what you bring to the table. Even if like in my case, it’s just butt jokes, a pom pom hat and a good time…Have a beautiful weekend my little chickens!

Check out part one of our NYFW adventures HERE

Snow leopard in a pink bib

Eugenia Kim beanie, Ray Ban sunglasses, Zara jacket and blouse, vintage Levis jeans, Gucci  bag, and Christian Dior boots.

Husband Repeller

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Ya….so my husband didn’t care for this outfit. That’s pretty much the premise of this post. He made a little joke about what I was wearing on our last night in Turks & Caicos, that didn’t sit well.  I was surprised to even get a comment out of him, because he understood early in our relationship that a slightly negative, or even neutral opinion as far as what I’m wearing is concerned, could literally turn any evening into Def-Con 4. Seriously, like if he looks at me after I’ve changed, and I don’t get a “that’s cute” or “you look beautiful,” I start questioning everything. Its like the 4 stages of outfit rejection.  First theres the I don’t care what you think moment, basically the “you’re  such a dick” exchange. Followed by low self-esteem and questioning, the “do I look like a dick in this outfit?”. Then you have the anxiety, this is the part when you start sweating as your body temperature rises from anger/panic, and finally the full mental break down. You can easily spot this part as it involves literally trying everything in your closet in a fit of rage, while swearing at your loved one, and making a huge fucking mess. Long sleeve/long pants combo, red hot sunburn, and tropical temperature… ya, the sweating portion of the 3rd anxiety stage was hitting me really hard when we shot this little number. Who knew one could look so zen, when about to declare war on a perfectly nice evening? 2015-05-24 at 17-49-47 2015-05-24 at 17-51-21 2015-05-24 at 18-21-10 2015-05-24 at 17-53-10 2015-05-24 at 17-54-14 2015-05-24 at 17-55-06 2015-05-24 at 17-53-02 2015-05-24 at 17-57-28 2015-05-24 at 17-52-36 Just wanted to look like I knew how to meditate

Christian Dior earrings, Nasty Gal necklace and rings, H&M shirt and pants, Chanel bag, and Alexander McQueen sandals.

National Lampoon Worthy Vacation

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Happy weekend everyone! Peter and I have been on a prolonged vacation with the family and it has been all kinds of relaxing. Seriously, I’m so relaxed right now I am barely stressing about the fact that I am almost done my Masters diploma and still don’t have any job prospects…Oh, I spoke too fast, there it is again. Expectations are fun! All jokes aside it has been so good for us to spend some time with my parents, watch tons of Amy Schumer, and get really tanned and fat from our days’ anticipation revolving around our next meal. As much as I drink that green juice in the morning and go for that run…it still doesn’t outweigh the mountain of carbs sitting in my stomach being converted to fat. Is that even how that works? I failed bio in high school…I think that’s the class where we covered digestion. Anyways, on this particular day we went to Miami’s Design District to check how the area was coming along and to eat at Harry’s, our favourite pizza spot. Thankfully, these pictures were taken prior to hoovering my meal, as it doesn’t look nearly as cute covered in sauce. Sidenote: off the shoulder tops…real tough to eat in. 2015-05-18 at 16-01-41 2015-05-18 at 15-59-55 (1) 2015-05-18 at 15-58-51 2015-05-18 at 16-04-45 2015-05-18 at 15-59-45 2015-05-18 at 16-02-45 2015-05-18 at 16-00-12 2015-05-18 at 15-59-15 2015-05-18 at 16-05-49 (1) Constricting as shit

Christian Dior earrings, Ray Ban Clubmasters, Tibi top, vintage Levis shorts, Olympia-Le Tan Cinderella bag, Sydney Evan, David Yurman, and Cartier bracelets and watch, Jacquie Aiche rings,  and Christian Louboutin “Costa Nada” sandals.

Coachella Day 3

2015-04-19 at 12-40-53 Indio, California

I know…I’m late. This post was supposed to go up yesterday but I was busy celebrating the birthday of the most special lady in my life…my Maman. Back to business. We woke up bright and early for day 3 of Coachella, and I was pretty proud of my new early bird nature. I mean, it owed it all to jet lag, but still, felt very productive! We got all dressed up and ready to go, but when we showed up at the Empire Polo Club, well…we were kinda the only ones there. This is what it must feel like to be the first one to arrive at a party…facking awkward. We didn’t care much. I marched my Mickey ears to the Sloan set, which was the reason we arrived on the grounds in the AM, and was really disappointed by the turnout. These early slot bands deserved more respect! Playing for the 3% of Coachella goers who aren’t hungover because they didn’t get fucking wasted the night before is hardly fair for these talented performers. It’s not like their set was at 7 AM, I’m talking 12 PM kids! Wake the fuck up! Nonetheless it was an awesome mini concert and I really enjoyed all the dancing and running around space we had going on. I felt like a hyper toddler.  We then ate a nutritious Coachella breakfast which consisted of Indie Jams Poptarts, had a couple Margaritas to get the ball rolling and headed to our friends villa for some down time. ‘Twas a good morning, but our last evening at the festival was about to get even better…. To be continued…(you know…cuz I changed and I’m gonna write another post about it!) 2015-04-19 at 12-39-16 2015-04-19 at 12-35-45 2015-04-19 at 12-40-37 2015-04-19 at 12-37-03 2015-04-19 at 12-39-54 2015-04-19 at 12-40-17 2015-04-19 at 12-41-32 2015-04-19 at 12-37-31 2015-04-19 at 12-40-55 2015-04-19 at 12-42-56 2015-04-19 at 11-05-21 2015-04-19 at 11-27-40 2015-04-19 at 16-39-18 2015-04-19 at 17-14-28 2015-04-19 at 15-04-17 2015-04-19 at 15-07-15 2015-04-19 at 15-07-39 2015-04-19 at 12-42-01 Brought the mouse magic to Coachella

Mickey ears from Barneys New York, Dior “Technologic” sunglasses, Chanel necklace, and bag,  Nasty Gal necklace and rings (similar), Hermes, Cartier and H&M bracelets, Jacquie Aiche rings, Alice McCall romper, and Zara platform bluchers.