True Grit.

instant film + lots of laughs.

One of these will be my album cover some day. Until then, I'll stick to belting out songs in the comfort of my own shower.


Understated, Overly Impressed.

Mad Men may not have won a single Emmy of their 17 nominations, but Jessica Pare won my heart in her incredible white gown. Hers is the only (female) look of the night worth mentioning. She nailed it.

(The Cut)


Holiday. Celebrate.

25, you were a much anticipated (read: dreaded) milestone. But, you've turned out to be the best yet. If I've learned anything during the impending doom that is reaching your mid-20s, it's that you should always have fun - perhaps even more fun than you had in your almost- to early-20s. And, you should always enjoy time spent with the greatest people you'll ever know. That's precisely what I'm doing.

I know my last post was full of photos from Lauren Wool, but she's just so fantastic that she deserves another post. This was the best way to wave "goodbye" to Summer 2012, and "hello" to 25, with the greatest people (though some are notably absent) I've had the pleasure of spending my days and nights with.

(via Lauren E. Wool Photography; full set here)


Rock and Roll Betty Draper

Sometimes I let people take photos of me. Using professional equipment. It's nerve wracking to be on that side of the lens, especially when you're as much of a novice as I am, despite all of the years I've been doing this. One would think I would have developed a comfortable relationship with the camera after six years, but I am never really that comfortable when someone is shooting me, and it shows. I decided that I would just start embracing my awkward interactions with the lens and let the final products speak for themselves in their own genre.

Recently, I took some photos with my good friend Lauren Wool of Lauren E. Wool Photography. The idea surfaced when she was shooting a designer for an editorial and was completely uninspired by the lookbook the designer had produced. Our original intention was to shoot a Rock 'n Roll Betty Draper (something my friends refer to me as) scene, but ended up being a champagne-fueled gritty (in a good way), raw shoot in the vein of Terry Richardson. It was fun. As Lauren develops her website and portfolio, I'm sure there will be more days like this to come, and I promise to make them more professional and try to take myself seriously, but, until those shoots, we can continue to pop bubbly and roll with the punches.. Or snaps.

(Courtesy of Lauren E. Wool)


Bold Aromas

Having just spilled my delicious (though I wouldn't know how delicious, because I didn't get to drink it) iced coffee from Little Cupcake Bakeshop, which is one of the cutest bakeries in New York, I started thinking about aromas. Being slightly overwhelmed by the smell of coffee beans all over myself and my office (which will, inevitably, remain until maintenance decides to come shampoo the carpets in my office.... which isn't likely to happen any time soon), and knowing that I'm on the last leg of my summer perfumes, I couldn't help but wonder what it is about my body chemistry that makes certain scents really bold on my skin, and others fade to black five minutes after application.

My go-to scents are organized by season:


It's so light and fresh and perfect for the hotter months because it's not too overwhelming - like the smell of coffee right now. This one doesn't work as well with my body chemistry as I would like. It kind of fades after an hour, and it's not as prominent on my skin after application, but I love the scent so much I can't seem to bring myself to try something new for the Spring and Summer months. Maybe in 2013. Maybe.


Both are heavy enough to pair with chunky scarfs and oversized sweaters, but not heavy enough to linger in the elevator for hours after you exit it. The Beat has been my absolute favorite since I was 15 or 16, whatever the year was that it first launched, and will probably remain in the top spot for years to come.

Although I am coming to the end of my Issey Miyake bottle, I'm hesitant to pick up my tried and true Burberry bottles because I'm feeling a little olfactory-adventurous.  It's a feat trying to find the perfect scent to pair with your body, but I'm sure anything is better than the sickening smell of Illy (had to reference it one more time because it's that pungent).


the art of Wu-ing a woman.

If Jason Wu doesn't know the way to my heart with his Spring 2013 collection, I don't know who does. It's very common knowledge that I have an affinity for wearing shades. Namely, black. However, I don't know if anyone knows how much I love tulle. I keep samples of it in a duffel bag so that I can utilize it as an accessory. I think it stems from my days as a ballerina.  Jason Wu just killed those two birds with one stone while he was knocking this collection out of the park.

Also,  Karlie Kloss is one fierce bitch on this runway. And in general. Duh.

(W Magazine)


So. Many. Acronyms.

NYFW/FNO/IFBCON/etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc.

It's that time of year again, ladies & gents. Fashion Week is upon us, and the city is replete with (gl)amazons possessing the "make it or break it" spirit, all of whom are trying to land a gig sauntering down the runways of the most notorious names in fashion. While I generally love this time of year because I'm always so eager to see what my favorite brands are rolling out for the seasons that I won't be dressing for for another 7 months, I've recently noticed how nonplussed I've become with the direction that all major brands are taking on the runways.

As a self-proclaimed novice fashion analyst (that's a title.. I would know because I made it up), I've noticed over the years that major designers are continually three paces behind in forecasting trends. They're increasingly taking queues from "street style" and attempting to reinvent it on the runways, which makes for dull viewing. I'd so much rather create something for myself, or style something for myself than take direction from the power players in the industry who are, in turn, taking direction from me and my peers. Don't get me wrong, most of their design concepts and pieces are beyond anything my measly excuse for a creative brain could even imagine mustering up, and that is what keeps the brands so relevant, in my opinion. But, the inspiration for said incredibly constructed designs is so often lifted from novice "Fashionistas" that I find myself constantly referring back to the big name basics, and channeling any inspiration I might have into recreating already-been-worn pieces from another persons discarded wardrobe. Anything that I may purchase that is on trend is through major retailers that have made "Fashionista" an accessible label and force fed the general public trendy fashion concepts at affordable prices.You make it available, we'll certainly consume it. I'm no exception to that rule. Sadly.

I commend my peers ballsy enough to create the trends and become the game changers. I hope to see a day when major labels aren't borrowing inspiration from them, rather that my peers ARE the major players creating (or having already created) the major labels.