To The Nonbelievers...

        They say to aspire to be a fashion designer is unrealistic, but I say, "Do you wear clothes?" It's funny because I don't think anyone who has ever told me that working in the fashion industry is too far fetched, was naked. Wait, let me think? Yeah, I didn't think so. As they stand in front of me and tell me how I won't ever find a job in an industry they've clearly invested, for some reason, I'm not too convinced.

  No matter how many people criticize the fashion industry they have all invested in it at some point, making it the multibillion dollar business that it is. Yes it is a world full of vanity, and I can recognize that but in my long career as a fashion crazed female, I've learned a thing or two. I've learned that it takes a certain kind of creature to admire the indecisive, nit-picky nature of the fashion designer; not everyone has the patience to sit around and talk about the differences between "egg shell" and "off-white", but if you do then you're definitely one of the few who was made for this. I've learned that there are many subcategories under the title consumer; wealthy, not so wealthy but still spend like they are, the savers, the splurges, those who "don't care" but still invest, and those who pretend not to care. And as a personal message to the 50 year old men out there who" don't care", I as an 18 year old girl with fairly descent eyesight (18/20)  care that you keep investing in the clothing you'd rather not buy.

  I have known clothing to be two things, if nothing more. Clothing 1. Covers the bare skin on our backs and 2. Gives us something to work for. If ever I feel complacent with my style, all I have to do is take a stroll down 5 Ave. Watching the "clackers" as they were labeled in The Devil Wears Prada, stomp up and down the streets in their five inch heals, dawning the freshly pressed Yves Saint Laurent coats and their JCrew pixie pants snaps me right back to fashion reality. In the fashion world, there is no such thing as finished; it is always changing.

  So thank you to the shopaholics for creating a steady job for me as an aspiring designer. Thank you to the nonbelievers for investing anyways (even if it was to avoid a streaking fine). Lastly, thank you to those who are smart enough to know that the fashion industry is undying, and can recognize that a job as a doctor might be more steady, but one in fashion is just way more fun.

What's Yours Is Mine, Right?

 I love finding new sources of inspiration for my everyday dress-up routine. Oddly enough, I absolutley adore going into my family members closets and taking a peek at whatever they have in there. Because what's mine is yours and what's yours is mine, right? This day I was guilty of borrowing an older cousins Topman collared shirt...who knows where I'll hit next. 

Birkenstocks Have Feelings Too You Know

I am going to be completely honest when I say that Birkenstocks were nothing but a foreign shoe to me until my person (@Sofi) sported a pair. It wasn't long before I fell head over heels in love with the most hideous potato sack that should ever find itself confining my toes. I like to think that Birkenstocks are an addiction, and one that my great aunt hit long before I ever could. There's something about these bad boys that make me feel some sort of way, whether its channeling my inner retirement age or quite the opposite. About a month ago I was heavily confused as to why some of my favorite bloggers had approximately 10+ pairs, but right now I wouldn't have it any other way.

An Art Piece A Day Keeps The Doctor Away

I like to make art every morning, and it hurts to miss a day...but my art is not like your art and I guess that's what makes it my art. I prefer to consider myself the canvas and none other than my own closet the tool box. I felt my self labeled "Frankenstein-I own the world booties" would look rather delightful paired with mix-matched patterns (do you blame me?) I hope you love today's art piece just as much as I do.

There is one thing that you and I have in common yet we do that thing so differently. For some, getting dressed in the morning is a drag, for others, it's simply an obligation, for me it's an opportunity to express myself. If the pink on pink wasn't obvious enough, I felt particularly girly today, or as Emma called it "blush princess-ey". Just like every little girls dream, throwing on all pink I owned was nothing sort of riveting. I hope this outfit brings back memories of your childhood dress up days, just as it did me.

PAMM

 

All Boyfriend Everything

Wide hips, a saggy ass, and big thighs; all the things us women have proudly sported from the moment we saw Katie Holmes casually strutting through the streets of NYC in Tom Cruise's jeans in 2009. It wasn't long after that stores like Zara and H&M became flooded with all things "boyfriend": shorts, pants, and even watches were commonplace on the streets of fashion capitals around the world. To this day it is widely acceptable, and some would go as far as to say trendy, to throw on your baggiest pair of boyfriend jeans, drape an oversized jacket over your shoulders, and post a picture on Instagram with the hashtag "OOTD"; maybe everyone won't love the style, but you know it's only a matter of time before they do. It wasn't 'til the other day when I found myself rummaging through dad's closet that I began to question this terribly unflattering trend. Could it be the underlying desire to have a relationship like the one Katie and Tom once had manifesting itself in my wardrobe? Or the desire to, at least, make it look like you did? Or maybe it was just an attempt to make the walk of shame look fashionable. Shortly thereafter it dawned on me: as women all over the world hunt relentlessly to obtain the much sought after Parisian style, we have found that overalls, white button downs, and a pair of lace-up stilettos do just that! All in all, after the five year (and going strong) companionship I have shared with my boyfriend jeans I have realized that they are about as reliable as any boyfriend can get; they're pretty simple in their demeanor, just a little damaged, and never too suffocating. 

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