Top: Abercrombie & Fitch | Jacket: thrifted | Scarf: Camden Market | Skirt: Pac Sun | Boots: c/o Wet Seal | Bag: Urban Outfitters via Poshmark
(photography by Brooke Helstrom)
The High Line
There’s just something about being a tourist in your own city. I trekked into Manhattan for the first time since I went away to camp last August, and after taking a downtown express subway instead of a local train, it was clear I had lost a bit of my inner New Yorker. But then I was in the thick of SoHo and weaving in and out of real tourists and I felt it all come back to me. After some shopping and a much needed avo toast break, Brooke and I explored The High Line. It was beautiful and not too crowded; it made me happy to be home.
Two things have changed since I’ve gone to college: I like bananas (I even had two for breakfast one time!!) and I like turtlenecks. There is ample opportunity to eat bananas at school. Wearing turtlenecks, though? Not so much. I was ecstatic to have found this turtleneck on sale at Abercrombie on Boxing Day, and I proceeded to wear it three days in a row (this was day one… maybe). It’s Brandy Melville soft, black and white stripes like 97.6% of the rest of my closet, and it is a much needed layer in the battle against the cold weather – which I still haven’t adjusted back to. I felt like a middle schooler again coming back from the mall with a big Abercrombie & Fitch bag, but they’ve really stepped up their game. The number of shirts with “Abercrombie” written across the front has gone down exponentially, and everything is a lot more practical. They’ve got my vote.
Because it’s really catchy and my jacket is blue (it’s a stretch) – “Blue” by Marina and the Diamonds
Top: Wet Seal | Jeans: American Eagle | Shoes: c/o Wet Seal
(photography by Kathryn McSherry)
When I got my Thanksgiving itinerary from my parents and saw that day 1 in Las Vegas said “helicopter tour of the Grand Canyon” I didn’t know what to do with myself. I mean, it’s a once in a lifetime, bucket list type activity. And then I remembered that I don’t love things that make my stomach drop or give entail weird motion sensations. Rollercoasters are pretty much my worst enemy, next to cruise ships on big oceans and glass bottom boats. Needless to say I was shaking in my boots slip on sneaks all morning just thinking about what the trip was going to be like. It. Was. Incredible. On the way from Las Vegas to the Grand Canyon, my stomach only dropped a few times, which was enough to get me to say that I wanted to sit in the front on the way back.
I’m not sure if I enjoyed flying through the canyon or when we landed in the canyon most. While flying through I really got a feel for how large the Grand Canyon is and I got to see a lot of bodies of water (including the Hoover Dam), which we couldn’t see from inside the canyon. But when we landed and got to actually walk around, see the cacti, go as close as we wanted to the edge of the cliff, and get a real feel for the sheer height of the rocks. It was all just incredible. It’s too bad this wasn’t on my bucket list to start off with, because it’s quite an exciting one to cross off.
On another note, I am very grateful for the clothes that my family so kindly stuffed in their suitcases to bring to me. I packed maybe two sweaters for college and have been missing my cozy shirts and long-sleeved items. Thanks, fam, for keeping me warm.
Because her AMA’s performance of this song was A++++ – “Focus” Ariana Grande
Top: Brandy Melville via Poshmark | Shorts: Threadsence | Sandals: Marshalls | Bag: Urban Outfitters via Poshmark
(photography by Brooke Helstrom)
California Donuts, Koreatown, LA
I have never been a doughnut kind of girl. To be honest, the sugar goes right to my head and I either get super hyped up or fall right asleep with a pounding headache. But in the midst of midterms week when my roommate suggested taking a trip to Koreatown for famous California Donuts, I couldn’t resist. I ended up buying three: green tea, froot loop and toasted coconut (which was by far the best). We thought California Donuts would be a cute little café type thing but it was literally a window full of doughnuts in a tiny strip mall. We ventured across the street to a boba place and filled ourselves with even more sugar. I thought it was a common thing to stack doughnuts on top of iced coffee so I just replaced the coffee with a boba drink sin boba. From the comments on my instagram, apparently this is a new thing for people. Revolutionary!! So next time you grab doughnuts, throw them on top of anything with a straw. It’s 10/10 better together.
Over the course of midterms week, I became a Californian. On this day it was close to 85 degrees and I was sporting the least amount of clothing possible, trying desperately to stay cool. Flowy shorts and a halter top did the trick. By the end of the week, it was 80 degrees and I was wearing sweatpants with a flannel and I had an urge to drink hot tea. Insane, I know. It got down in the 70’s towards the middle of last week and I was shivering outside wrapped in a rubber duck fleece blanket c/o my big. Am I even an East coaster anymore?
I’m on a Galantis kick and have recently acquired an appreciation electronic music. For as long as I can remember I’ve hated bass drops and techno beats, but, again, midterms week changed me. I needed pump-up music, and Galantis did the job and did it well. Check out “Smile” by Galantis – a feel good, pump-up, get-your-studying-done song (and also perfect for late night dorm room dance parties.
When I first dreamt of going to California for college, I thought my time would be spent lounging on the beach, studying to the sound of crashing waves and salty breezes. Boy, was I wrong. My time is spent studying, however not on (or even near) a beach. My study spot has taken the shape of a big comfy chair in least aesthetically pleasing of the libraries and the shape of a metal chair on the porch of the library, in the occasionally noticeable breeze and ever-present sun. The good thing is my classes are interesting – yes, I like school. I really do – so doing work isn’t the worst thing in the world.
I did get some beach time in, though. My dorm floor took a group trip to Santa Monica, hopping from the metro to the bus and onto the pier. It was such a nice break for being in bustling (yet weirdly spread out) downtown LA. Santa Monica is adorable. I got my shopping fix and food fix, in the form of crepes and a milkshake, on the promenade and then my beach fix, boogie board and all. I highly suggest trying to get two people on a boogie board simultaneously. It’s atrociously difficult and absolutely ridiculous.
I also suggest getting a Polaroid cube. It’s a smaller, less expensive version of a GoPro and is my favorite thing in the world. I now have a waterproof case for it, which made these lovely beach photos possible, and I can bring it more places without worrying about it getting a lot of water damage. The cool thing is that it’s splash proof and weather proof, but these West coast waves were far from splashes. One warning about the polaroid cube, though, is that it’s impossible to know what the photos are going to look like. In all of my attempts to document myself in a non-selfie fashion, lovely photos of the water or of the sky were taken. But hey, that’s just part of the fun.
My favorite beachy song: “Make A New Dance Up” by Hey Ocean! It’s so catchy and is incredibly beachy. Good vibes all around.
Dress: Wet Seal | Jacket: Thrifted @ Downtown Threads | Boots: Old Navy | Bag: Florence, Italy
(photography by Brooke Helstrom)
I’ve been exploring a lot the past few weeks in LA. I’ve been to Culver City, Downtown LA, and I’m headed to Santa Monica tomorrow. These photos are from my floor’s dinner trip to LA Live. I made my own pizza (crust, barbecue sauce, mozzarella cheese, chicken and a sparse amount of mystery green leafy things) and it was quite delicious. Definitely not New York pizza, but it was much better than dining hall food on campus. The same old morning omelet salad lunch/dinner routine is getting a bit redundant.
My closet is getting a bit repetitive, too. I’ve only been here for three full weeks, but somehow I’ve worn just about everything I packed with me and had to do an SOS online shopping spree at Wet Seal (and a few other places… oops). This dress is like brandy tee-shirt material (aka heaven) and it’s perfectly lightweight for the weird California weather. It can go from insanely hot and sticky to cool and windy in the matter of a sunset and this dress is perfect for the in-between. I also felt like my little booties were quite LA and my denim jacket was quite LA too… a little LA can’t hurt, right?
“Stop This Train” by John Mayer was a song that came through my cheap and sadly quiet portable speakers during a music sharing hour in my dorm. It’s absolutely beautiful and can fit any transition metaphor you choose to relate it to (i.e. college, moving, starting a new school, leaving friends, … college). “So scared of being older, I’m only good at being young. So I play the numbers game to find a way to say that life has just begun.”
So I arrived in California two weeks ago, ready for the endless sunny days and ecstatic to wear cute summery clothes 24/7. Quickly I learned that I didn’t pack enough suitable clothes for 90+ degree days weeks, and I also didn’t pack enough clothes in general. I was blowing through my flowy shorts and crop tops like nobody’s business, and soon enough I had nothing loose/cool/comfortable enough to wear in this ridiculous California heat. In my two weeks at school so far I’ve learned that rompers are the solution to this heat problem. I bought this romper online from Wet Seal and I’m obsessed. It’s perfect for casual occasions with sandals and backpacks (like so) or dressed up with wedges or booties. It also has pockets. Casual. Love it. Going to wear it every day. Never going to take my hands out of my pockets. Oops.
Today my floor (BK 3 represENT) traveled on the metro to Culver City to see… wait for it… a production of Harry Potter Hamlet. It was fantastic. We were college kids in a sea of children and umbrellas, but it was fun nonetheless. We grabbed some In-N-Out, went to Trader Joes (bought a succulent for our room (her name is Karl)), and then hopped back on the metro.
“All Of The People” Panama Wedding is all I can listen to lately. If you walk by my dorm, there’s a 94.78 chance you’ll hear me blasting it.
If I could wear this skirt every day of the rest of my life, I would, so there was absolutely no question of whether it would be coming to camp with me or not. It’s perfect for intergalactic extravaganzas, dress up council rings and when banquet rolled around, I figured it was perfect for that, too. I bought this lace top on one of my days off in Burlington on a super-super sale (which should be no surprise because when do I ever pay full price for something). I thought the lace / metallic / Birkenstock combination was just ridiculously campy enough that it worked, and the tee-pee in our twilight meadow was just calling my name as a backdrop for this post. I also want to give a shoutout to my JL and my Aide (Brigid and Hannah) for helping me through first session and for awkwardly asking if they could be on the blog- here you guys go!!!
“Hold My Hand” by Jess Glynne – this one is on my “wake up” playlist and it does the trick every time.
Top: Romwe | Jeans: American Eagle | Sandals: Marshalls
(photography by Kathryn McSherry)
I am obsessed with this top. There’s just something about the longer short sleeves and the bric-a-brac trim on the asymmetrical hem that strums my heart strings. I also love these jeans – I definitely don’t wear them often enough. Seams on jeans make an outfit 100x cooler but 10000000x more uncomfortable. I usually go for my mom jeans or my super high rise jeggings for the comfort factor, but sometimes I make the sacrifice and wear real jeans. #DoItForTheBlog, am I right? Any who, American Eagle has their stuff together with these jeans; they know what they’re doing.
By now I’ve turned 18 and I’ve spent two weeks in the woods of Vermont. Not the actual woods, but you know. I spent half of my summer at camp last year (and blogged from there, too) but this summer I’ll be rocking camp clothes for eight whole weeks. Woo!!!! I’ve stocked up some scheduled posts to keep the blog up and running while I’m up and running around in Vermont, but there will be some new posts up as soon as I can get to it! This post was the last one my sister shot before I headed off for camp without her. This old bust stop on Church Street in Burlington was the perfect spot for a last minute post. I hope you’re all having a great summer, I know I am.
All good things must come to an end: a quote thrown around to make someone feel better about a bad/sad situation. A good thing: something good ie. spring break or One Direction.
This week has been filled with great tragedy. Not only did I fly home from vacation to a fresh snow-covered New York last weekend, but yesterday One Direction announced that Zayn Malik has left the band. As a die-hard fan since 2011, I did not take this news lightly. I never wanted to think about the band breaking up because I didn’t believe that it would ever happen. Yes, I know, they’re not breaking up, but to me, One Direction has five members, not four. Hearing about Zayn’s departure from the band surprised me but his reason for leaving did not. Zayn was clear; “I am leaving because I want to be a normal 22-year-old who is able to relax and have some private time out of the spotlight“. The band has not had a proper break in over five years. They’ve been recording and touring and appearing on television programs and promoting products simultaneously and non-stop since 2010. So I hereby declare, as a fan of One Direction and a lover of Zayn Malik, regardless of how upset I am about Zayn’s departure from the band, I support Zayn and his choice to take care of himself and take a well deserved break. While I wish it did not have to come down to this, I wish Zayn the best and I support his decision 100%.
On the other hand, I do not support the end of spring break. My one week in Hilton Head was heavenly (even if I did get sunburned) and this week at home has been great, too. It’s unbelievably difficult for me to retire my sun dresses to my closet after a warm week on the beach and I can’t wait until the weather warms up in New York. I guess it is true that all good things must come to an end…
(photography by Kathryn McSherry, sunset photo by me)
Hilton Head, South Carolina
I am a sucker for a good sunset. I know, I know, how cliché. I guess it would be more fitting (and less…basic) to say that I am a sun worshipper in general. I’m always looking up at the sky. I love sunrises, sunsets, clouds – everything about the sky. I usually settle with the telephone wire and tree branch covered sunset back at home, which is just fine, but these past few days in South Carolina have blessed me with to die for sunsets on the water. And these aren’t just your average color-changing-sky sunsets; I’ve literally watched the sun disappear into the abyss three nights in a row. It’s just unreal. This outfit is definitely more colorful than my go-to black/white/blue ensembles. I also can’t remember the last time I wore a denim skirt, or anything embroidered, for that matter. I just could not pass up the opportunity to wear something so bright and summery with such a beautiful background.
sotd: “Sun Shy” by Dresses has been one of my favorite songs lately. It’s very summery and it puts me in a great mood.