September Laundry List

The girly things I'm up to this month..

Watch: Magic in the Moonlight
Read: Not That Kind of Girl by Lena Dunham
Drink: Grapefruit Cocktail
Create: Embroidered T-Shirt
Listen: Banks, Goddess

These Streets Will Make You Feel Brand New

Around the time I started collecting stacks on stacks of magazines and realizing that I wanted to work in fashion, I formed this dream of moving to New York. Sound familiar? Yeah, well, I guess it's a cliché for a reason. New York has occupied my mind on a daily basis since high school, like a crush you can't stop thinking about. Except now it's more like a love affair. After years and years of daydreaming, I finally made the trip to the city that never sleeps. My only regret of the visit is that I slept too much. But it was incredible, just as I'd imagined. Leaving wasn't easy, but I can't stay away for too long. Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty. Jay's not kidding.



Brick buildings, crisp air, Central Park, fall leaves, BOMB FRICKIN BAGELS. What's not to love?

Style Stalking at PFW

As I am studying abroad in Paris this semester, I took the opportunity to go wander around the Tuileries during fashion week, in the hopes of catching a glimpse of some style purveyors. I was one among many itching for a perfect shot, but mostly I enjoyed reveling in the joy that comes from such direct style inspiration (a much-needed respite from photos). Being in close proximity to this magnificent, renowned thing we call "fashion week" gave me the best kind of butterflies. I better understood that the exhausted phrase, "the fashion world," emphasis on "world," really does carry significance.

Since then, I have (physically, at least) re-entered the more mundane world that consists of homework, mid-terms, and cold weather. C'est la vie!

Pretty in Pink

I went to Bottega Louie shortly before I left L.A. because I had been wanting to go for a while. The store windows, not to mention the bakery/restaurant itself, was cuter than I imagined. I almost felt like I had been transplanted to Paris (soon! I leave for the macaroon-famed city in a week). I got myself two macaroons and I couldn't refrain from eating one before I took these photos.. yes, they were that good. I bought the pink cupcake for my sister because she was sick at the time. Obviously the typical gesture would be chicken noodle soup, but she likes pink so much that I felt it was necessary to stray from the norm.