Spring has Sprung!

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Earth has cried so long

that her sky tears soak my scaffolding

my face like glass, I nod

and let light pour through me,

examine my hairline fractures

look –

I become light when I break it.

we are only what we destroy

the curtain cut light lacing the wall,

the spines of our fathers,

the unbuttoned breaths of our mothers.

it is early and Spring

is a cracked eggshell becoming

itself. 

(Flat Brim hat: TopShop, round sunglasses: Forever 21, denim buttondown: thrifted, floral crop top: Urban Outfitters, black circle skirt: Brandy Melville)

fashion FRIENDly

"IT WAS ONE OF THOSE MARCH DAYS WHEN THE SUN SHINES HOT AND THE WIND BLOWS COLD; WHEN IT IS SUMMER IN THE LIGHT, AND WINTER IN THE SHADE" --Charles Dickens

Friendship has always mystified and eluded me. From the moment I met Emily, it seemed that the concept of friendship would avoid me no longer. It may sound cheesy, but I feel as if we were just meant to know each other. And even now, having lived with her for months and dealt with her boyfriend issues and intense hot sauce and noodle consumption, I can still say that she is my best friend. 

...but I don't mean to slip into terribly overwrought cliches. We're both fashionable ladies with unique yet compatible wardrobes. When we go out, let's just say it's an ordeal. Here, Emily is wearing a beautiful shapeless floral dress with spaghetti straps and a light pink lipstick shade. I have on black high waisted pants, black crop top and a loose feather button down (one of my proudest thrifts). 

With spring finally showing us its sunny days and affable nights, we no longer have to cover up our well-planned outfits with layer upon layer of sweaters and coats. No more stashing jackets backstage at shows or in kitchen cupboards at parties. Here is to many more outfits to come with my lovely best friend, Emily. 

Frosted World

"Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones" -Friedrich Nietzsche 

 

In the desolate winter where caffeine and nicotine have seemed to be my only salvation, I must push to find within myself the breath of Spring that satiates. And in the depths of a seasonal depression, what better way to feel anew than to dress like a punky version of a 50-60s bombshell. 

With a pair of creepers, tights, a vintage tea length skirt hitting just below the knee, a simple black crop top and a pop of orange-red on my lips I think I can take on the frosted world. 

"I guess we often get the deep blues, both of us, and wonder what it all means - the people, the buildings, the day by day things, the waste of time, of ourselves" --Charles Bukowski

La Fournette French Patisserie

The other day, a Buzzfeed quiz popped up on my feed titled "What City Should You Actually Live In?" My guilty conscience swarmed for allowing myself to waste time on something so silly...but I simply couldn't help myself. Surprise, Surprise - I got Paris, France. 

This post also feels like the perfect setting to recommend two of the absolute best movies I've seen recently. Both being French Romantic Comedies - Amelie and Populaire. These discoveries make me never want to watch an American film again! Give me a plane ticket and a time machine because 1950s Paris is all I could ever want. 

Amelie

Populaire

Winter in Chicago

marked Chicagoans

we travel swiftly on taxi strewn roads,

lemons rolling in a granite bowl.

the strut of our competent heels

bites the sidewalk,

edges smeared by the ashen slush

and the salty speckles splashed

onto backs of black

cigarette jeans.

the snow releases itself

in curtains of harmony

developing the city, top to bottom,

like hand-copied sheet music.

sprinklings of climactic melody

run in sixteenth notes through stitches

of knit hats and scarves.

we don’t flinch

at the roaring of the tracks;

the subway is our lullaby (especially

in the winter when Midwestern ice slices

through ring fingers in thick layers)

discontented mothers search for nothing

in handbags because they don’t understand

that what they’re looking for will wait

for them if they just turn their head

to the sky and              see.

sometimes we walk along believing

that the veil of gray forces us to disappear,

but like the sheer tulle billowed

across a bride’s face,

winter in Chicago

amplifies the beauty of its rushing people

a concealed secret to be revealed

before the world even begins to dream

of Spring. 

I wore a beautiful black turtle neck with a keyhole opening on the chest. My beautiful friends were looking lovely as usual.The macaroons were divine and the company was even better. très belle!