She Said WHATT?

You thought about it. I said it.

The Only Truth.


We are all figuring it out.

Of that is the only thing I am sure. Of all the tangible items in the world, of all the wealth and all the joyous knowledge we’re been able to amass since the dawn of day upon man, two things have remained constant, death and that one promise. The promise that no matter the path we take in life, no matter the triumphs, nobody ever, ever has it all figured out.

The “it” is a variable. 

I recall being in my late teens and scribbling random thoughts in a red fabric bound journal that were preceded by “It’s 2:34 a.m. and I can’t sleep.” I would wait for the silence of the dark skies and linger in the solitude I needed to figure “it” out, whatever “it” was at the time. Musings of a crush. Pondering’s of a future unwritten. Solving for X. All trivial.

The point of this all is to say this: I have finally figured out the illusive art of just figuring it out: *Love abundantly, laugh with all your might, release negativity and eliminate the weight of worry.

Take comfort in knowing that we’re all just winging it anyway.

I said it.


*Note to self.

I promise to love you better, just give

I promise to love you better, just give me some time to make some time. 

The Suit. The Tie. The Sexy.

Justin Timberlake makes me happy I am an adult. No N-Sync nostalgia here.

‎”Tell your hea…

‎”Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dream.” -Paulo Coelho

What if we all let go? Let go of what we thought were our dreams and lived truly and passionately with the hunger pangs of desire to taste our true destiny? 

Would our palettes ever be satisfied? 

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Fewer beautiful things have been said.

The Ladies Will Always Love Frank Ocean

When Frank Ocean sings, I listen. But when Lonny Breaux writes, something else happens. Waves of a new consciousness envelope me and suffocate my ability to comprehend how all of these perfectly constructed words can take on a life of their own.

Nostalgia, Ultra was the soundtrack to an entire summer of searching. It played in constant loop as I went on journeys I assumed would lead to finding myself post-college graduation. I never really knew if I was coming, going, settling or growing, but hearing those songs will always bring me back to a time of fleeting fear and freedom, a place I am sure someone on the brink of revealing their sexuality frequents.

I had no idea who Frank Ocean was personally, I knew nothing of his personal story, but I knew I loved him and I knew I would continue to love him song after song, track after track. I knew one mixtape in, that he would always be my Nostalgia, Ultra.

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The Capsule Lust.

I am a girl who loves to shop. Shocking, huh? It isn’t so much about the acquisition of items than it is about the act of just walking around and surveying trends and noting what stores are carrying and what people are falling in love with. 

But every once in a while I fall in love. Hard. And it almost always seems to happen with brand collaborations and capsule collections. This week H&M launched their much-anticipated limited collection with Maison Martin Margiela. The line consisted of re-issues of pervious seasons’ designs at a lower price point. Uh, hello what ISN’T there to love about that? 

Naturally as a style blogger I kept readers in the know with every detail of the line and eventually the full lookbook, but nothing appealed to me quite like the Candy clutch, a re-issue of the clutch from the line’s 2010 spring collection. Sweet love at first site. 

Of course NYC was swarming with Margiela lovers who were looking to get their hands my beloved bag, but a quick trip to Jersey revealed a well-stocked collection. As a busty gal, the collection fit my chest area a little strange, so I opted for three items to love as my own. Check them out below.

Trompe l’oeil fishnet leggings

I cant wait to pair these with an oversized coat and a fierce red lip. I love the nude leg illusion, perfect to sex things up when it’s a little chilly out. Check them out on the runway on the left.

ImageMaison Martin Margiela for H&M Candy Clutch Bag

The candy clutch is a re-issue of the pink one on the right. I got my little bag loving hands on the silver and plan on having a whole lot of accessorized fun with it. Check out the original on the right. Image

I also lusted over the Plexi-heel nude pumps, but I snapped right out of my impulse consumerism before making it to the checkout. They were lovely though. 


Did you shop the Margiela for H&M collection? What were your favorite finds?



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