In this piece, I got the chance to collaborate with the beautiful and talented Liz of With Wonder and Whimsy. We bonded over being similarly stylish pastel sisters, and wanted to come up with a fun way of showing off these beautiful pieces while also speaking about something that means a lot to us.Read more
I’m just going to say something bold: The Oscars mean the world to me. Yeah, I know that sounds a bit cheesy and “intense” to you casual movie lovers out there, but it is the truth. This event is my Super Bowl, my Olympics, and in truth has and will always be what my year and life have centered around. This is the night where the “stars” shine, and the thing I love more than anything – the “motion pictures” – are celebrated.
But this year, I have to admit that it is a bit harder to get that rush of excitement I’ve always had for the Academy Awards telecast. Why? Because to me, it seems that the Academy themselves have lost touch with what made the Oscars, well, the Oscars. Read more
When I describe to people my personal “aesthetic”, I tend to point in the direction of the pop culture that inspires me. There’s Disney related things, Magical Girl genre shows, music videos, retro pin up ads, etc. But there happens to be one particular movie (that I only saw within the last year or so) that really has become the true definition of my style and taste in multiple things – but mostly within its visual language: The Young Girls of Rochefort. And with the release of the new Kate Spade Spring 2019 collection, my love for this movie (and this colorful style) continues to grow.
2018 is drawing to a close, and I’m getting caught up on the Holiday movie releases! Here’s my first of a few upcoming reviews.
When I think of things that bring me comfort and joy, my mind tends to reach towards thoughts of marshmallows – specifically, marshmallow fluff. It is a condiment that makes any dessert better, and is so sugary sweet that it produces an equal amount of pleasure as it does food-related guilt. So when I finished viewing the Queen Rock n’ Roll bio-pic Bohemian Rhapsody, I found myself sitting there and thinking about the same delicious treat.
Today, I will have the pleasure of seeing Pretty in Pink on the big screen for a second time. Having watched this movie for the last 15 years on an almost monthly basis, I have a lot of fan girl admiration for it. Part of this fandom eventually included fulfilling a nerdy dream of mine – reading the young adult novelization that is based on the original John Hughes script. And having just finished this hundred-plus-page piece of teen-approved literature, let me tell you, I got a lot to say.
Some of us wake up feeling proud in the morning. Perhaps it is for your gender, sexual orientation, heritage, or the breakfast you just made – you name it, you own that confidence and pride for it. And while I have quite a bit of admiration for a lot of those elements of myself, one of the things I am the most proud of happens to lay in the middle of my right arm – my birthmark aka my hemangioma.
So once in a while, I like to give a bit of a hilarious dive into what makes me – well – me. And sometimes the best way to do that is with a list. So here we go folks – this week, let’s take a look at some interests of mine that could, perhaps, surprise you.
Usually covered head to toe in pastels, most people tend to get this “image” of me as a total girly girl. Sure, I love feminine imagery of classic Barbies, Disney Princesses, and Audrey Hepburn walking into Tiffany’s – but let’s be real here: There’s a lot more to me than that, my friend. Read more
So y’all – this post is full of feelings. So prepare yourself.
One day (via a collection of text messages), my friend Victoria and I were talking about a variety of topics. From sending each other inspirational pictures, to planning our next after work dinner session, she brought up an interesting point, and it is the kind that makes your mind race in a ton of crazy directions. So hold onto your fashionable seat belts – this is gonna be a hella bumpy kind of post.
A year or so ago, I wrote a piece on my 2017 Old Man Crushes. But since then, a new favorite actor/crush/cinnamon roll has developed in my heart, and has made me rearrange my crush list all over the dang place. His name is David Harbour, and he’s too precious for all my fangirl words.
This ain’t a guide to surviving NY’s fashion apocalypse, but more of just a silly ramble of an observation.
Going in and out of Manhattan every day on a 24/7 basis, I tend to get one of two reactions to my style – someone appears to accept my outfit, or a set of eyebrows raise at the sight of bright colors gracing the Grand Central “runways”. Why such drastic responses? That (along with how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop) is an answer I’ve been on quite a hunt for.