Back end of the weekish...packing and such. Tune in to all of my New York
posts when I arrive on Thursday- going to attempt some vid posts for a
change...XO
Back end of the weekish...packing and such. Tune in to all of my New York
posts when I arrive on Thursday- going to attempt some vid posts for a
change...XO
Hey, chickens. Happy Wednesday. So the Derby is upon us- and the Kentucky
Derby is a full on gentlemanly affair. (And for the ladies, no better
opportunity for a fancy hat and pretty dress so we all win I suppose). It is
steeped in a stable's worth of tradition, romance, and intrigue. And it's
one hell of a party besides.
Hiya, Monday. It's like pea soup outside in Miami today. Thick and murky and
heavy like metal. Besides being annoyed by my curly bangs, I've been
thinking about the state of men these days- the metrosexual movement is part
of every day vernacular now- the striped button down, the eye cream, the
pride in appearance in general. That's all well and good but can't help
thinking we're ready for the next iteration of maleness. What would that be?
Ah summer music festivals are upon us...Coachella was this past weekend and
the line up did not disappoint, but for me, the fashion of the attendees did
(I was not there but checked out many photos from the event, which looked
incredibly fun- the pool parties especially). Dressing for a music festival
can be super fun- let your freak flag fly, put on a floppy hat and some
great sunnies and you've got the foundation for a very cool look. It's
always hot hot hot during these things, so you have to go light light light
and if you've got the confidence, rock it out in a bikini top and not much
else. That said, I'm not on board with hipster chic- and I'm absolutely certain
that high waisted denim shorts (or high waisted shorts of any fabrication)
should be avoided for the most part unless you are built like a small
orphaned boy. They are just not flattering to most figures. And hipster
fashion in general looks frumpy and plain weird to me- bad cuts, awkward
lengths, and just not sexy for the most part. Don't get me started on the
hipster men. Just don't.
PS It's Earth Day to boot so go hug a tree in your batik finery.
So check it- yesterday I had jury duty here in Miami. Although waking up at
the crack of butt to get to court on time was a pain, I was tolerant of
serving in general, and always find it slightly intriguing as well as a
privilege to serve and do my part. (Toyed with being a lawyer at one point
in my early days, but decided to move to NY instead...)
You know you love it. Welcome to the working week. Not so sure about the 80s
hair, but does it really matter?