I was very tempted to make a (I will admit very cheesy) joke along the lines of “I can’t believe it’s not Butter!” But then I realized… wait… A) Most people probably won’t even understand that archaic reference and b) This is Butter in all of its spring-summer glory.
Beloved (and surprisingly hole-y) Kenzo sweater I bought in Paris last year, Prada full wrap skirt that I always forget I own, YSL mohawk heels.
Here, in painstaking detail, is everything I used on my face this morning (in order):
PS: I will be trying to do a post like this once a week… Hope you like it ^_^
Heavy Metal
“Sexy” is a word that’s wildly overused in everyday rhetoric, in my opinion. First of all, not everyone wants to look sexy (it’s not a look I actively strive for; I think the more you try to look sexy, the less sexy it usually is.). But, I have to say, Anja Rubik’s new shoes for Giuseppe Zanotti are the very definition of sexy. I’d wear these with a pair of distressed boyfriend jeans and a slouchy black t-shirt. Done!
Ha, yes, it does sound dramatic. But I can sympathize. I remember being in high school—I went to a pretty intense all-girls school in Manhattan—and feeling the exact same way: what was I going to do when I was a grown-up? Where would I go to college? What would I major in? And then, four years later, in college feeling the exact same way: I didn’t love pre-med, the track I had chosen, but if not that, what? And then once I graduated and—as is inevitable for children of the recession—floundering again when I couldn’t find a job in editorial right away and worked at a… gasp… law firm for a few months. My point, my dear, is that what you’re feeling is totally normal not just at fifteen or sixteen but at twenty five or even thirty five. Life is a series of calibrations, assessments, and fine-tuning. What you want will continue to change over time. It’s best, then, to be flexible. The best preparation is to keep your heart/soul/brain open to possibilities. And, ps, of all of my very driven, very type A friends who were psychotically set on what they wanted in high school or college, literally only one (who wanted to be a marine biologist) is doing exactly what she thought she would be. She lives on a boat in Antartica and is as happy as a clam. Everyone else’s career? It was a journey. But a good one!
Backstage at Alexander Wang, I snapped Vogue Japan editor Yui Sugiyama’s Grace Coddington x Balenciaga FNO tote. I wish I had gotten my paws (terrible pun, and for that I apologize) on one at the time—I’ve been scouring eBay for the black and white version.
Considering I flew back from Hong Kong on Sunday, was in NYC Monday through Thursday, and then landed in Los Angeles to pack up my house (and vacation in Ojai with my friend Danny) on Friday—and I’m currently on a flight back to NYC—it would be putting it mildly to say that this week has been a bit of a whirlwind… But I’ll be in NYC semi-full-time-ish starting tonight—huzzah! Happy to be home for the summer.
Okay, tree person, because my lovely traveling companion in Ojai was like “I am not climbing six feet up in the air, are you crazy?” Apparently so! I wanted to go higher but the branches got a bit wobbly and—really—broken body parts really are not chic. I’m wearing a vintage shirt, Brixton hat, no-name sunglasses ($10!) from Hong Kong, and Levi’s shorts.
A delivery of RGB polishes makes any girl’s day infinitely better. The orange and green, in particular, are making my nails go pitter-patter (I realize that analogy makes no sense).
Growing up, the Museum of Natural History was a frequent haunt of mine because A) my high school was about five blocks from it and B) the book From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E Frankweiler was a favorite of mine. I realize that book was about the Met, but I always thought it’d be more fun to be trapped at the Museum of Natural History. Obviously I very much enjoyed Night at the Museum when it came out for the latter reason.
Anyway, I digress. Here, along with Mr. Theodore Roosevelt, I’m wearing a Zara Man sweatshirt (which my mother looked at in Hong Kong and was, like, “Why are you wearing men’s clothing? Aren’t you enough of a tomboy?” I don’t know if she knows what “tomboy” means, but I’m not exactly that), vintage Miu Miu skirt (I call it “vintage” because it’s at least a decade old. The label is the old bubble font), Celine bag, Manolo Blahnik heels, and new $10 sunglasses from Hong Kong.
So much rosy goodness on my friends last night—Miu Miu on Nancy Whang, MM6 on Jen Mankins.
Just got home from the Prada Dress Gatsby exhibit, which was a simply delicious look at some of the 40 dresses Miuccia Prada designed for the movie. Maybe it was jetlag (I got back from Hong Kong 36 hours ago), but everything was extra enchanting and sumptuous.
Oh! Your message makes me so happy because a) I love stationery. It is without doubt one of my favorite things in the galaxy. (Want proof? Check out this Instagram picture—that’s just the paper I brought with me to Los Angeles!). And b) I’m happy you’re establishing good habits so early in your career. That show of gratitude will be remembered—by your professor who you might need a graduate school or job recommendation from, friends who you’ll always want to be by your side. I remember every thank you note I’ve ever received from former interns or staff members. Not because of their particular eloquence (though many of them were) but because, shockingly, it was a rare occurrence. Anyway, enough lecturing… Here are some of my favorite stationery brands: Iomoi, Tinyprints, Minted are on the lower end… Medium range: Dempsey and Carroll, who have a bi-annual sale that is major (sign up on their website now for an alert). And if you can splurge, Smythson, absolutely.
Back in NYC for a short stint (back for good in a short week!) and wearing a new outfit: Rebecca Minkoff FW13 jacket, Phillip Lim tropical print top, vintage skirt that I’ve definitely gotten $20 worth of wear out of, and Miu Miu heels.
