we make the wind blow

This song always manages to make me forget those not-so-good days. I am always able to place my stresses and annoyances on the shelf for just a moment, even if it only holds for 3 minutes and 57 seconds before it all tumbles right back down on (or back into!) my head. I think I am going to go ahead and chalk it up to the boarder line magical memory I have of running to catch, what I sadly anticipate is Sleigh Bells walking off stage, only to stumble into the Gobi Tent just as Alexis begins to utter the phrase... "have a heart..." I forget that I am sweating bullets in the 102 degree weather as well as delusional from dehydration; I don't even seem to care that the magic of hours earlier is beginning to fade because in true form, I have shelved those worries away--only if it's just for another few minutes...

Needless to say, it's on repeat right now..

This is what PERFECTION looks like kids

Well done Gucci.

whips and chains cant complain

Black leather, criss-crossing straps and sheer lace--Seems to me that Hermès, Givenchy, and Theyskens were not the only ones who caught onto the dominatrix "I have a secret fetish" trend.

someoneanyonegiveme$600please

Rock me mamma like the wind and the rain Rock me mamma like a south bound train

Aside from the obvious tragedies, scandals, and wars -- the assassinations of MLK and JFK, Watergate, and the Vietnam war, just to name a few--I will always believe the era of bellbottoms, flower children, faux fur and Woodstock to be the "creme de la creme" of decades--dare I at least say it birthed the creamiest fashion trends(music too but that's neither here nor there). Sometimes I think my parents took it for granted--but then again, I am almost convinced that mom and dad's version of the truth regarding their "teenage lifestyle" was told in shades of grey. Either way, although I sadly missed the birth of the 1960's and 1970's fashion scene, I have no room to complain because frankly it is still EVERYWHERE-- in every campaign, every editorial and remains to be the root of countless "blogger inspirations" from New York to Paris and back again. I guess I'm just another poster child....

dirrrty

I've decided to change up my blog a bit to go along with the recent change in my life(for the summer at least). It's pretty apparent that I am inspired by fashion. That being said, in hopes to expand beyond my love for beautiful clothes and editorials, I am going to to dabble into other things that inspire me and my style.Whether it's art, music, portraits, or just beautiful things I believe that fashion always has a muse; I have decided to share with you a few of my "muses" that make up, define and inspire my own fashion sense.

On that note--moving to New York City has reminded me of my almost forgotten love of the grunge culture. Aside from the plethora of hipsters and countless men in perfectly tailored suits, the occasional studded leather jacket(in 95 degree weather), blue mohawk, and tattoo covered individual always catches my eye. With my stint as a wanna be "punk rock girl" when I was 14, to my ever continuing attraction to men with long hair and sleeves of tattoos, I can't help but be inspired by grunge of New York City.

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