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. 

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!

Glam Fur

A Smoker’s plea to the Universe (and herself)

we smoke down to the filter

as if we have renewable lungs 

but we recycle the empty packs

because we’d rather

kill ourselves

than the earth. 

Picked up this beautiful black fur piece at a vintage store in Belmont yesterday. It was the perfect touch for the art gallery concert I went to last night. It kept me warm outside and feeling glamorous inside! 

Wide Eyed & On My Way

"BE CRUMBLED.

SO WILD FLOWERS WILL COME UP WHERE YOU ARE.
YOU HAVE BEEN STONY FOR TOO MANY YEARS.
TRY SOMETHING DIFFERENT. 
SURRENDER." --Rumi

It's safe to say that with January a death and darkness has seeped into my life. It's safe to say that some terrible and negative things have been effecting me every second of every day. It is also safe to say that I am doing everything I can to cleanse myself spiritually, love who I am and be happy. For me, part of that is leaving the house feeling powerful (like I could kill a man) and leather and creepers will always do that for me. 

TUK Mondo Creepers-- Black Suede

On My Way

By: Dana Alsamsam

why is it

that I love you most

at my darkest moments?

why do my fingers ache

after I write you

out of me?

why does my brain tell me

that all the answers are written

on your heart in braille?

I don't have to touch it to know

that the answers lie not

within you, 

but within myself. 

all I have to do

is let the sun shine through my chest

run through every vein

and begin searching

I am wide-eyed 

and on my way.

"I’LL STOP WEARING BLACK WHEN THEY MAKE A DARKER COLOR." --Wednesday addams

Nixon Watch, The Kensington-- Rose Gold 

Leather Jacket- H&M, Black Sweater- H&M, High Waisted Floral Skirt- Urban Outfitters, Leg Warmers- Discount Dancewear