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Showing posts with label west village. Show all posts
Showing posts with label west village. Show all posts

2/23/15

Clear Eyes



Sorry for being missing-in-action (otherwise sailing) this past week. It's been a long one. To break it down; four new bruises, maybe a broken finger, blonder hair, interesting tan lines, seven foot waves, many boats, and one regatta. 

That's Laser sailing for you. I have no idea what motivates me to work through waves that break over my head or when my quads are on fire from hiking upwind, but that little spark inside me (wherever the hell it is!) tells me to work harder and better. Despite a sore body and a towering stack of overdue homework, I'm ready to fly home after an eye-opening week on the water. 

A change in the tides here (pun fully intended).... This wrap waist playsuit from Zara is the best excuse of dressing up. Fellow black cats rejoice! 

One more thing.

The ideal way to sum up this week is quoting my favorite (errr.. fictional) sports team. the Dillion Panthers. 


Photos by Alexandra Gibbs



2/2/15

Snakeskin Slits

Wearing: Evil Twin pants, Urban Outfitters sweater (last worn here), 
Pour La Victoire heels (old, similar here), Hermes bracelet (check out the Real Real!), Chanel bag


Ripped jeans' good girl sister has surfaced. Clean cut slits at the knees calls for onlookers double-checking to see if you purposely sliced your jeans or nah, but hey all is good. Continuing with the clean-cut momentum with the help black pointy toes, and a gray knit.





1/26/15

Filed Under...




The calendar might say Monday, but I'm still in a weekend mindset and so is my wardrobe. During January, my efforts of dressing are lowered to kitten heel level, so you can only imagine that I've created a uniform for winter. Similar to last year's go to, but a little more diverse in that. 

Turtleneck sweaters, black jeans, and boots.

But after wearing the same variation of a look for over a month, it is nice to shake things up a little that department. That's where textures come to play. Leather legs, denim jacket, suede shoes (not the most practical with snow in the picture) become the magic potion when in an all-black rut. 

So, if next Monday morning (or tomorrow), you happen to face the hardships of the forever lingering question "what to wear", make sure you file away this post.


Photos by Alexandra Gibbs

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1/20/15

Café Minerva

Sunglasses: Ray-Ban, Rings: Madewell & Asos


New York City is known for several things, including leaving you wondering where all your cash went in a span of a day and its zero shortage of coffee shops. While the first of the two is meant for another time and day, let's focus on the latter.

Alexandra and I met over the weekend at Café Minerva in the West Village. The village is a hub of topnotch coffee shops, and me not being anything close to a coffee & co. extraordinaire fall hard and fast for any new place that meets my standards. I also don't drink coffee, but hey when in Rome (errr... New York City?). Not to mention, scoring a window seat means prime people watching, because I know you all consider that. 

Most definitely adding Café Minerva to my favorites list. On that topic, I have a mass travel guide in the works, plus one focusing specially on New York City. Please leave any and all comments below or shoot me an email regarding what you'll like to see included in the guide. As always, you speak and I listen. 

Photos by Alexandra Gibbs

9/15/14

The Road



Yesterday, I did the task that summer lovers despise- sorting away the sandals, beach attire, and the general pieces that file under "summer". For me, a sweater fanatic, it was a joyous moment as my knits and lightweight jackets are now proudly hanging on my clothing rack. *Sigh*, I love the changing of the seasons.

A few weeks ago, I was trying to get as much wear in my favorite Topshop slides- which, may I add, saved my poor feet this summer- and those important transition pieces that save your a** during those days that the weather is feeling quite bipolar. So without further ado, join me on the road of odd layering and beautiful fall days ahead. 


6/4/14

La Vie

Wearing: Jacquemus t-shirt, Heidi Merrick shorts c/o, Chanel flats, Céline tote, Ray-Ban shades

Possibly my favorite impulse buy ever from fresh French designer, Jacquemus. The 90s inspired poppy prints and color-blocking added a refreshing twist to my wardrobe of the norm-core neutrals and such. Accessories from my other favorite Frenchies (Phoebe and Coco) refine my Saturday strolling duds. 

Because j'aime la vie and we should should live a little. Isn't Jacquemus right? Aha, oui. Last weekend, Amy gave me a mini tour of the West Village. I'm excepting to move into an ivy covered townhouse asap- perhaps this one here and a bike too. K, thanks. 

On the topic of color sporting and loving life, today is Prize Day and I'm wearing pink. Oh yes, Barbie pink. Don't fret kids, tousled locks and layered metals are also involved in the situation. 

C'est la vie!


Photos by Amy Stone





 

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