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On Dream Jobs

IMG_3959I know it’s been an awkward amount of time since I last blogged, and I think about how I need & want to write a new post like four times a week, it’s just that I now have other outlets for writing! I wrote a big post about the path that lead me to my new job and to move to L.A., and how one single guided meditation literally altered the course of my life. Click here to read it, and cheers to living the life you always dreamed of. I promise I’ll be back soon to write more but hope this gives you a little fix, since it’s one of my longer personal essays and it’s the first time I’ve really written about or talked about how this all happened!


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I MOVED TO L.A.! (!!!)



Hello good afternoon. I have some big news.

I now live in Los Angeles. Casual!


And it is the greatest. thing. ever. in. the. entire. world. Living here. Living my dream here.

I was dying to share the news and was literally bursting at the seams with excitement, the minute I knew it was happening, but was waiting until I was here and everything was settled until I shared the news. I wanted to announce it the minute I left my job in DC, because at that point it was REAL; and then when it was my last day at work at the job I’d had for five years and I was sobbing with emotions because woah, that moment was big; and then when we came out to L.A. to apartment and job hunt, and then when I GOT MY NEW JOB (!!!!! – which was the single best and most definitive moment of my life, I jumped up and down so hard with so much excitement that I banged my knee into a door handle and had a bruise for 2 weeks). And then WHEN WE SIGNED OUR NEW LEASE (!!!), and then when we packed up our place and I got on a ONE-WAY FLIGHT TO L.A., and hopped off the plane at LAX with a dream and my cardigan. Lol jk but like literally that to a T. Like I literally got off the plane with a button-down sweater and my dream. Just kidding I think it was a pull-over sweatshirt that said “Ballin,'” but it also very well may have been a cardigan, I can’t remember.

But then I was here, and starting work and thrust into the busyness that is beginning a new job and new life after moving across the country, and I just haven’t really had the time to do what I would have wanted to all along, which is write an epic blogpost and share the news on Facebook and Instagram. It’s so weird that it’s already been over 2 months now because I REALLY REALLY REALLY just wanted to share it!!!!!! It must be what people who are pregnant and can’t announce it until 3 months in feel like. There were 40 different times that I wanted to just be like HOLY SHIT I’M FINALLY DOING IT GUYS!!!!!!! I’M FUCKING MOVING TO L.A.!!!!!!!!!! AND I HAVE A FUCKING SWEET NEW JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS HAPPENING!!!! But life got in the way.

Guys, L.A.


TODAY IS NOVEMBER 15TH. (*update from the future, I wrote this on Saturday (the 15th) and then made updates and now it’s the 19th at like 2 in the morning so who knows what tense I’m writing this from anymore – back to the 15th**** and scratch that it is now currently November 23rd— haha case in point on how busy life is, I can’t even get a blogpost up that I wrote 8 days ago and then updated on the 19th and now again on the 23rd, Jesus HOW HAS IT BEEN 8 DAYS since I sat down to write this – back to the 15th for now):

And today  it was so fucking hot as I walked to pick up my dry cleaning that I took my TISSUE-THIN hoodie that I was wearing off to walk around in a tank top, and was so hot that I WOULD have walked around in a bikini top if that was something I would be allowed to do. Literally that’s how hot I was. The sun was baring down on me and I was sweating and I wanted to be in a bikini. It’s November fucking 15th – my boyfriend has been telling me how FREEZING it has been in D.C. Everyone who knows me keep saying how good it is that I got out when I did because of how MIZ I would be in the cold weather. And I’m like well yeah, that’s how I planned it. I WAS NOT DOING ANOTHER WINTER IN D.C., period. I’d hit my wall. That was it. I legit refused to live through another winter. COULD. NOT. DO. IT. #NOMOREWINTER. And I was ready to finally live my dream, to make the leap, to leave the job I’d had for 5 years that though incredible and formative and forever one of the most important things and periods in my life, was not what I was supposed to be doing in life and wasn’t my passion or the industry I LOVE and was meant to be in.

I will write another blogpost some time, about kind of….the process of how it all went. The decision, the planning, the logistics of moving, selling/not selling our stuff, how we did it, the saving money, being prepared to live off savings for a bit while I job searched and lived unemployed which only ended up being like 2 weeks during which time period I had my best friend’s wedding, 1 week to job and apartment hunt, and then I got my job, and packed up our place. Getting an awesome new job made things so much easier but also moving is the most expensive thing in the entire world and we left basically everything behind in D.C. so I basically have no money left because I basically just started my entire life over again. Like I own nothing.

I’m not gonna lie that the first 2 weeks of starting a new life out here weren’t incredibly hard. THAT’S a whole other blogpost too. I cried, it was hard, moving across the COUNTRY to begin a new life is fucking *SCARY* and HARD. Emotionally, logistically, I had some lows for sure. I mean it’s the ballsiest, most courageous thing I’ve ever done. I was racked with anxiety leading up to and throughout all of it, for sure. Change is hard, moves are hard, the unknown is hard, starting new jobs is hard. I moved here alone, and for 2 weeks it was just like when you travel to a foreign country. I was displaced. I had/have no friends, was going to work and coming home to an unfamiliar place with nothing “set up” and new jobs are always tough at first because there is just SO much to learn and you don’t have the hang of things yet.

So it was overwhelming, but every time I felt even remotely lonely or scared, I would look up and see THE HILLS and my soul would just SWIM. Sing, dance, fly, I would feel like I was flying.


I will never, ever, ever, ever get over the topography of this place. It’s not JUST the weather, or the warmth, or the yellow sun and blue skies, it’s the terrain. It’s the fucking. HILLS. Driving down a street and seeing those mountains peppered with white mansions and palm trees…. it’s just my visual dream. This is why I loved Barcelona so FUCKING much and why these 2 places will always be my 2 favorite cites ON THE GLOBE. An artistic city with hills and mountains, and the sea. Both–both hills and sea, and a vibrant, thriving, artistic, creative, cultural city right in the middle of it. I mean are you kidding me? There’s nothing better.




Today (back at the 19th of November)…..I….let me digress here for a minute, if you will, it’s like I have post-traumatic stress disorder from cold weather. Because like, at a very non-arguable, factual, rational level, I’m a human being who understands how weather works. Like….it’s a different season in Argentina and Australia and all over the world there is snow SIMULTANEOUSLY while there is burning heat, in two different places at the same time. Yet….I still just can’t believe it. That such varying weather can coexist at the same moment in time. Like, all I heard about last night on the news and from other people, was how cold it was going to be in D.C./N.Y.C. this morning. And when I woke up, I was scrolling through my Instagram feed seeing photos of people saying how fucking freezing they were and how frigid and cold and rainy it was. And like…….I felt cold. I LITERALLY COULDN’T believe that I could walk out my front door here in California and that it wouldn’t be cold. I put on a cozy fuzzy sweater that I own and was like, cold. And then I got out to go into work and was walking down the sidewalk…in a knitted maxi dress and cropped fuzzy sweater, and it was sunny, and hot, and human beings were walking towards me in tank tops, and it was like, I felt safe to like mentally trust that IT REALLY ISN’T COLD HERE. Literally it’s like post-traumatic stress. I feel like a scared little child that like doesn’t believe the monster is really gone and peeks its head out ever so tentatively and someone has to pet me and soothe me and be like “it’s okay little one, you’re safe here, I’m not going to hurt you, it really is sunny and warm, I PROMISE.” That soother being the California sun. It’s like shhhhh it’s okay, breathe. This takes me back to my earlier post I wrote about how winter LITERALLY IS ABUSIVE. It’s an abusive season. It attacks you and wears you down and destroys your confidence and is brutal and frigid and harsh and destructive and soul-killing and every person who stays behind and continues to tolerate and put up with winter even though they have the power and the free will and the choice to leave is…a victim to its terror. California sun is just like, I got you baby, put on those shades, we cool we cool. California sun is tha shittttttttt.

And every day since that day it has continued to look and feel like this:

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A few other things:

I chopped my hair off! YAY!!!



I’d been waiting until my best friends’ wedding was over, because I wanted the pictures to look like me and not be some like, radical edgy new cut, and then I waited until I had my job interview, because I wanted to feel like myself for that too, and then for my first day of work, because that too, and then the Saturday after my first week of work I did it! I got a LOB by the amazing Nicole Wood at Andy LeCompte who is my favorite person ever and #LOBLYFE is the best life!



And after!


I am OBSESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSED with our new place. Both of us knew it was “the one” the SECOND we stepped into it.

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I’m super into copper these days. It happened without me knowing it, all of a sudden I was just into copper. Not gold not silver, but copper. So cute right? Copper, so hot right now.


Love my organized jewelry on my skeleton trays. Those babies have been with me for 5 years.


Me and Alex’s first dinner in our new place – I’ll tell you more about the stuff we brought vs. left behind, but the turquoise overdyed kilim came, and I picked out this $99 round white glass coffee table from Ikea that I have no words to capture my love for.


And my new closet!!!






I walk EVERYWHERE (I don’t have a car, and I love it – more on that later), and I walk from our place to all of my favorite places and went exploring today and discovered Luca on Sunset where Luca, of Luca on Sunset, just like hangs out being adorable and shaking everyone’s hand and being Luca. I thought how nice it was when he personally asked if I’d been helped or not yet (since apparently customer service is so lacking these days that someone asking me if I’ve been helped STRUCK me as being kind), and I didn’t even realize he was Luca, and then this old woman called “LUCA!” over to her table and I was like oh that polite gentleman is THE Luca of Luca on Sunset, and then the woman started talking about how she and her son-in-law want to set his 1-year-old baby (her grandkid) up with Luca’s daughter and asking Luca how old his daughter is these days and then I realized Luca is super legit because he’s the kind of proprietor that interacts with customers so much that hey know about his daughter and jokingly want to set their 1-year-old-baby up with her, and then like 4 more customers came in and all talked to Luca and I was like wow this Luca guy is REALLY special and then he walked me out and held the door for me and I was like Luca’s on Sunset is my fave place ever.

I also love shopping here because it looks like this:



^^ SICK new Dolce Vita boots I got on saaaaale, Bloomingdales shoe sales are the BEST.

That’s that.

A lot more to share in due time. Like a LOT. This is the biggest life change I think I’ll ever make! This was a HUGE huge moment and move and difficult and life-defining year for me, and the benefits and happiness and fulfillment and rewards of scary change are worth every ounce of anxiety, stress, fear, doubt, and confusion, you just have to do it, there’s no other way to live life. As my wise wise wise friend Anna always says, “proceed. proceed.” One foot in front of the other. Ain’t nowhere to go but forward.

This weekend I watched Keeping Up With The Kardashians, the Sex and The City movie + tv marathon, and House of DVF (my new favorite show ever), so basically girliest TV marathon ever and just loving life. There is basically nothing better than old Sex and the City episodes, reality TV, and chips for dinner. Also I saw, made eye contact with, smiled at, and said hello to Aaron Paul in life for coffee today at Alfred, so there’s that. JESSE. Gaddddd it took every ounce of trembling restraint not to be like, h-h-hi bitch. hi. But instead I pretended like he was just another human waiting DIRECTLY BEHIND ME in line with his friend. BUT HE WASN’T. (!!!!!!!!!!!) I’ve also stared directly into the eyes of Sean Penn, Charlize Theron, E from Entourage, Pete Wentz, Jeff Goldblum, and spoken to Jessica Lang. JESSICA LANG. WE SPOKE on a sidewalk and she looks 10 years younger in real life – YOUNGER than on television. Sean Penn is the single most attractive human being I have ever laid eyes on. Terrifyingly attractive. That is all.



He is SO. SO. SO. SO. SO. good looking. You feel scared. Like the beauty is so real that it’s alarming. The only way your body knows how to process it is by engaging your fear mechanisms. It puts you on ALERT.

Talk soon ya’ll!!!!! ❤ Thanks for keeping up with and caring about my life, I’m really happy and lucky to have you as readers and thanks for waiting for more posts while I got settled here! You’re the best! xoxox


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Life Lately


^^^A fun pool party I went to the other day^^^


Hey hi!

So up until yesterday it had been a WHIIIIIIILE since I last blogged – longest unintentional break I’ve ever taken (oops emoji x 3). A lot has happened/been happening and I have a lot to update you on! So I thought I’d start with some stream of consciousness bullet points of what I’ve been up to / thinking / eating / digging / doing etc. I haven’t blogged since April so this is literally 4 months of recap. Sort of.

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  • Planned my best friend’s bachelorette party (one of the most enjoyable things I’ve ever done or been part of in my life). I can’t WAIT to do a fuller post on this, and write more about the process of what it was like to plan, and all the little details and considerations involved. I was so proud of the outcome and really can’t wait to share more about this for anyone who ever might plan a bachelorette party – I think it’s probably a very helpful topic for 20 and 30 somethings who read this blog and want to hear how about how it’s done end-to-end, from a non cheesy source. I had SO much fun doing it – but it will be a very in-depth post so it’ll have to come later!

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  • Have read a few good books, best of which was The Paris Wife, which was SO well written! It’s about Hemingway’s first wife, Hadley Richardson, and their life in Paris in the 20’s. I was like…..awkwardly wrapped up in the book. I have always been obsessed with Hemingway, which I can’t quite identify the origin of or reason behind. I don’t know what it is (or maybe I do) but I am so drawn to him and his story, his life and wives and demons and beliefs and experiences. Like I am a legitimate Hemingway obsessive. I will spend hours reading about his wives (there were 4) and family members, learning and soaking up every single detail, wanting more and more and more. I am just…. there’s really no other word for it but obsessed. Entranced or enthralled or something. I want to know EVERYTHING and everything I read about him and about every single human being related to and ever touched by him, no matter how small a detail, is fascinating to me. Obsessed.

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  • Am more into farmer’s markets than I’ve ever been before. On a related note, Alex and I were about to go grocery shopping yesterday and I remarked that I want a new kind of grocery store. I am yearning for a different kind of grocery experience. I’m over all of the stores. Im over Harris Teeter, over Trader Joes, over Whole Foods, over Safeway, over Giant, over it. NEXT. I want something different. Something I can’t put my finger on but I just want a different kind of grocery experience. When we left the house a few minutes later I asked where we were going and he jokingly said apparently to write a business plan because I’m not satisfied with any of the grocery store options out there. Later we stopped by a friend’s house to film the ice bucket challenge (listen ….listen……I felt about the same way about it as everyone probably does by now, but once you’re nominated, you kind of have to do it or you feel like a real curmudgeon!!!! I didn’t want to be a scrooge. So we stepped up and Alex and I were both surprised by how much fun it actually was, and yes we donated too, RELAX); A man awaits his fate:


Just a man in a rainbow stripe towel holding two buckets:


  • But so at this friend’s house while filming the ice bucket challenge, I explained to them my desire for a different kind of grocery experience and everyone (four total) somehow knew exACTLY what I meant, felt the same thing, and were like, surprised by how much they too felt there is “something missing” in the grocery store experience, without having realized it before.  I was trying to articulate it more, I was like, look, I don’t KNOW if it means having a DJ bump some jams so there’s bumpin’ music as you stroll down an aisle with your cart…..I don’t know if it means moving walkways….I don’t know if it means doing for the grocery business what Virgin did for the airline business, but there is something lacking and strangely enough, a group of 20-somethings completely agreed and noted that it was interesting that they hadn’t realized it was something they wanted until I identified and articulated the need. They said it was like they needed someone to say it in order to realize that it was in fact something they’d been yearning for, without knowing it. Don’t worry about it – just Don Draper up in this bitch. I’mma redesign the grocery business for the millennial market, ‘s fine. Which brings me to my next point —


Alex and I….

  • Have re-watched Mad Men from the very first episode to the very last (to date) episode. I had only ever gotten through season 5, and shoddily at that because I’d been trying to watch it from illegal websites back in the day when I didn’t have AMC so sometimes I skipped episodes etc. My opinion remains that it is one of if not the most brilliant television shows ever written. My G-O-D

And speaking of television, the Emmy’s are tonight! Yay. Not sure if Seth Meyers will be funny. I can’t say he ever made me crack up on SNL. I prefer other comedians. But I love television so I’m excited. Now Alex and I are trying to pick our next series to dive into. We are 99 percent decided on The Sopranos. Neither one of us have seen a SINGLE episode EVER. We’ve also watched all the other seminole series……Breaking Bad, Six Feet Under, Felicity (lol), House of Cards, Girls, Veep (I didn’t like this past season but think season 1 and 2 are literally some of the funniest television I have ever seen), Lost (almost), True Detective, American Horror Story, Workaholics (!!!!!!!!!!!!), Key and Peele, Drunk History, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Inside Amy Schumer, Seinfeld, South Park, etc. Only other one we haven’t is The Wire so we were deciding between Sopranos and Wire but are thinking the former.

That said we have a TON of series left to either start or finish such as……..The Americans, Fargo (both of which my brother has been urging me to watch since before the pilots even aired, so I really need to hop on those 2 stat…), also The Good Wife, Game of Thrones (never seen an episode except for the one episode I ever happened to casually and accidentally be watching — The Red Wedding. Not kidding. That’s actually a hilarious story for another time), Walking Dead, Sons of Anarchy, Justified, True Blood (only ever got through like 3 seasons for the same reason as Mad Men – bootleg internet attempts), Bates Motel, and Hannibal. Also we’ve never seen Boardwalk Empire. Jesus Christ we have a lot of TV to watch. Also one day I want to watch West Wing (never seen it, I was too young when it was hot), and ER, and Party of Five, and Ally McBeal. K never doing anything else for the rest of my life but watching TV bye.

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ALSO I’m really excited to begin The Knick – a new period medical drama with Clive Owen about turn of century (last century) medical stuff. I think the concept is GEN-YUS and can’t wait to watch the first ep, buttt it’s on Cinemax which we don’t have so.

Other random thoughts

  • I am never getting a non-gel manicure again. Just thought I would share that with you. The other week I decided – hey Alina, you know, it’s been a long time since you got just a plain old REGULAR, non-gel manicure, when did you get on the one-way train to gel town, never to return? since when are gels the only option? are they even worth it? what’s the big deal with gels anyways. Amirite? And then I got a regular manicure. And literally within 24 hours my nails looked like scratched-up grade school shit. And I was like, oh WOW okay THIS is why….got it. And then the next week I got a gel manicure again, AND 8 DAYS LATER MY NAILS LOOKS PERFECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LITERALLY 8 DAYS LATER. Nothing has ever been so FLAGRANTLY apparent, the difference between paying for a regular versus gel manicure. One is lighting money on fire, the other is turning money into more money.


Exercise wise

  • For a few months I’ve been SUPER in to boxing. Like legitimate sparring, like gloves and getting punched and kicked by people. I am the worst boxer ever, I literally say sorry INSTINCTIVELY every time I do anything. You can probably imagine me boxing. It’s comical, but I LOVE it! Every time I go though, I’m super afraid because you get matched up with a partner and it’s really kind of terrifying because there are people in my class who legitimately like….FIGHT, like in rings, amateur boxers, and so I usually try to spot the girls who look like we can both mutually handle each other. But the other day everyone had already paired up so I got matched with the instructor’s assistant and he punched me so hard in the stomach that my head snapped back and I literally blacked out. And then I was pissed. Like really. REALLY? YOU’RE NOT EVEN A PARTICIPANT IN THE CLASS, it’s not like you’re trying to get your money’s worth and get a good workout, you normally stand on the side of the classroom and MAYBE coach people with words if the instructor is busy, did you really need to actively attempt to MURDER ME? Boxing as a girl is weird. I enjoy it but then when a grown man legitimately tries to knock you out, AND HE’S LIKE THE FRONT DESK GUY THAT TAKES PASSES, it feels like you’re literally being beaten up – not as exercise. Just like, attacked. I was fighting back tears and like legitimately angry at him. It was weird. What the fuck is that. He got matched up with me BECAUSE THERE WAS AN ODD NUMBER OF CLASS MEMBERS, did he need to treat the interaction like we were in a UFC fight. Please. Whatever he probably felt good about himself because he could feel stronger fighting a girl. Mall cop shit.



  • I have absolutely no idea what Shake Shack was EVER thinking when they made the INEXPLICABLE decision to take away their crinkly fries a few months ago. I remember hearing the news and being like……wait………….this DOES not make sense. That is the SINGLE, S-I-N-G-L-E defining aspect of that business. That is WHY you go to Shake Shack. Burgers, yes. Custard and shakes, yes. But the crinkle fries were their THING. They were what was UNIQUE. It was what DISTINGUISHED them as a fast food burger joint. Kids loved them. Adults loved them. THEY COULD SCOOP UP CUSTARD. THEY HAD STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY. THEY WERE FUCKING DELICIOUS. I was utterly BAFFLED when I heard that they were replacing them with what I have since dubbed “basic bitch fries.” Literally just your plain old, soggy, flimsy, skinny, WET NOODLE, BLEH fry. I refused to try to the basic bitch fry for like 9 months (until last weekend I had not been to Shake Shack since they made the ASININE decision to strip themselves of the defining mascot of their brand) — but Alex and I gave them a try last weekend and they were worse than even my worst nightmare. NO. STRUCTURAL. INTEGRITY. Just imagine trying to scoop up ketchup or chocolate custard with a NOODLE. That’s what this was like. An embarrassment. A disgrace. Fucking WHAT THE FUCK WERE THEY THINKING. They WEREN’T thinking, is the only thing I could conclude. But then Alex and I went home and we were so ASTOUNDED by the basic bitch fries that we googled it and found that only a few days earlier, SHAKE SHACK ANNOUNCED THAT THEY WERE BRINGING BACK THEIR CRINKLE FRY!!!!!! The timing was hilarious and so weird. The CEO posted this illogical long letter “explaining” why they made the decision and acknowledging that they “underestimated” their crinkle fry. We were thrilled they’re coming back, and that they realized the sheer magnitude of their misstep, but the letter was all kinds of wtf because he kept referencing how they made the decision based on “what they heard” and how they were only trying to respond to customer feedback and I’m like WHO. PROVE IT. WHAT FUCKING CUSTOMER *EVER* SAID THEY WANTED A BASIC BITCH FRY OVER THE CRINKLE FRY. FALSE. I CALL YOUR BLUFF. FUCKING FALSE. He’s like “we heard overwhelming demand for a different kind of fry, but we’re sorry” and I’m like…WHAT are you actually talking about? Not one customer on earth told Shake Shack they didn’t like the crinkle fry. NICE TRY dude. Glad you’re bringing them back, but no.

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The hilarious letter, here:

That’s all I got for now.

Soon I will give an update on my perioral dermatitis (spoiler alert: it’s never going away ever), and I hope to post some solid “guide to DC” content soon, for peeps who wanna know, and also some of the music I’ve been listening to of late. Also I have a LOT of shopping posts coming up!!

Thanks so much for sticking around and thanks to all of the people who asked me to get back at it, I appreciate it and appreciate you and am grateful to everyone who reads this little blog of mine (and no that’s not some twee Mormon bullshit, this is actually my little blog).

Back soon!!!!!



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28 Random Things About Me In Honor of My 28th Birthday


I haven’t had time to write one of my usual longer form blog posts, including a recap of my 28th birthday, so I sat down to ramble-out 28 random facts about me.

Here ya go!

1. I am COMPLETELY addicted to chewing ice. It is new – it started this year. I had a friend in high school who was addicted to chewing ice and I thought she was INSANE, and our other friend had an ice machine in her kitchen and the one friend used to like, fiend out for it and not one ounce of my brain could comprehend it. It just didn’t compute. It was incomprehensible. I thought she was so weird. And this year, I became addicted to chewing it. I take big cups out every morning and night and just chew little pieces of ice. I live for it. I’m like a drug addict. I love. chewing. ice.

2. Second only to ice is my strange addiction to pretzel crisps. I go through bags a day. I wake up in the middle of the night craving them. When they are in the house, they are what I eat for breakfast.

3. I have a *REMARKABLE* talent for noticing people’s hair cuts — even T-H-E- most subtle trims ever. It is not relegated to people I know very well, like friend, boyfriend, coworkers, family etc. Any human being whom my eyes have ever seen, I will know if that person has gotten a hair cut. I NEVER miss it, and I am never wrong. Random people I’ve met only once before, or just people you wouldn’t think I’d notice if they got a haircut, like one of the security guards at work or a waiter at a restaurant — I know. I always say “did you get a haircut” and the person is ALWAYS like “uh….yeah…I did…” ?? It’s weird.

4. The other strange talent I have like this is zero-ing in on EXACTLY which drawer contains the silverware in people’s kitchens. It’s FREAKY. Like legitimately weird. I just sense it. I feel it. And it’s NOT ALWAYS like “where you’d think”, for those who are hating on this talent thinking it’s pretty obvious like it’s always next to the sink or something. It’s not. TRUST ME, the drawers / cabinets / vestibules people keep their silverware in are RANDOM AF and all over the place in kitchens, and I will walk into a new kitchen, feel it, reach for it, and be right. 100 percent of the time. Actually I’ve been wrong once. It really threw me. I’m still reeling.

5. I am not “crafty” in the traditional sense, like I can’t sew or fix things the “right way.” But I can cobble things together with nothing. I get/got that from my dad, who can fix a car with a jump rope, string a set of lights with a nail clipper, and fix a broken suitcase wheel with a piece of chalk.  It is some s-e-r-i-o-u-s Macguyver/resourceful shit.

6. I RUTHLESSLY chew my nails, bite my lips, etc. Like until they are raw and bleeding. My friends and boyfriend haaaaate it. It’s literally like………bad. I will literally drip in blood and am never without band-aids / almost always have them on my fingers. People are always horrified and I’m like, oh this bleeding appendage? That’s nothing.

7. I RUTHLESSSLY check out other women in a pseduo sexual way. Alex is so funny teasing me about it when I’m out with him in public. He says I check out girls’ bodies in a more offensive and flagrant way than his grossest male friends. I will barely realize I’m doing it, and there will be a pause and he’ll just be like “so……….I’m just wondering how it felt to rape that woman’s ass with your eyes.” And then I burst into laughter. Like I actually get into trouble with my staring. I am basically a flat out creep. All my friends make fun of me for it. I will just stare when I see a pretty woman. I appreciate beauty and the female form, sue me.

8. If left to my own devices, I will put off eating and peeing for as long as I possibly can. I love love love love food but only when it’s already part of the schedule, or an effortless passing act I can do while continuing to do what I was already doing. Like if I’m meeting someone for dinner, great. If I am walking PAST a Cinnabon stand ,and can purchase and eat a cinnabon in under one minute, great. But if I’m in the middle of cleaning, or shopping, or writing, or studying, and I have to STOP to fucking FEED myself? Bitch PLEASE.  There is nothing I find more annoying and intrusive. And same exact thing with peeing. Like I always joke how demeaning it is. Like you get cocky, in a flow doing something where you’re feeling super-human and awesome, like I’m in the middle of writing a really great piece and I’m on a high and I’m crushing it and then my stomach is like “UM UM, EXCUSE ME, UM, HEY, UM, REMEMBER ME, HEY HEY FEED ME I NEED FOOD” and then I’m reminded that I am nothing more than a machine, a vessel, that can’t fucking go longer than 3 hours without needing fuel, like a little BITCH. Like really? I have to STOP WHAT I’M DOING TO PUT A STRING CHEESE AND CARROT STICK IN MY MOUTH RIGHT NOW JUST SO I CAN CONCENTRATE AGAIN? AYFKMRN??! I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO!!!!!!!

…..Than like, “fix” a plate of food. I wish, if I had to, that I could just like honk a little horn and it would give my body the fuel/energy it needs to keep going and then that’s it. I hate that eating involves like, opening packages and sprinkling almonds onto things and like, decanting cereal into a bowl and pouring the milk and having to spoon small portions of it into your mouth one spoonful at a time. Literally are you kidding me. Am I a child in a high-chair. And then having the fucking dishes when it’s over. Ugh. And chopping. And like simmering and pans and tools and temperatures and time. No. Just no. That’s why I like croissants. Just buy it, eat it, walk. Boom, bye. Nothing. No opening, no sprinkling, no dishes, just food in your hand. Bagels with cream cheese are even too much effort because the creamy cream cheese can smear and get all over things. Croissants have crumbs and flake everywhere but at least they like, blow away in the wind. Cream cheese like…sticks to things. Croissant is my ultimate food. Literally done in one bite.

Likewise with the body needing to empty itself. Don’t even get me started on peeing. When you’re like having the best dinner conversation EVER and you’re vibing and the jokes are flowing and then someone has to STOP the flow to literally……get up and go to a bathroom and PEE? And then they come back to the table and it’s like…..awkward and no one knows what they had been talking about or remembers where they were and all of the smooth vibes of earlier are gone and forgotten and it’s like “heyyy so…where were we…………..should we get the check or something..?” Peeing is one of the most insulting acts we have to do as humans. I hate it. When I’m laying out SUN TANNING at a park, feeling it, feeling the sun, reading a book, on a blanket, and then 2 hours go by and I have to literally SHUT THE ENTIRE OPERATION DOWN, because I have to PEE (!!!!!). Like there are no bathrooms around, and I can’t leave my stuff lying out at a park, so I have to literally P.A.C.K. up my bag and speaker and towel and phone and book to DRIVE to a nearby CVS so I can fucking P.E.E. There is nothing more interrupting.

hahahahahahha I am laughing out loud right now — I just realized that between the addiction to chewing ice, hating to eat, and ruthless chewing of my nails that I am REALLY making myself out to be a crack addict. ……………don’t know what to say here……Alex made me add that I am currently doing all of the above. (That is, putting off dinner, chewing ice, and chewing my nails. It’s true).

9. I read magazines backwards (I think I’ve said that somewhere on this blog before??? Have I? I don’t know).

10. I know the lyrics to basically every song ever written.I think people comment on this more than any other single about me, other than my energy. That’s the thing I hear most from people is that I have a really really good energy. I like and appreciate that. Both types — the kind of energy that is like…..alive / full-of-life/ feeling-it/living-it/loving-it, and also the kind of energy that’s aura. Several strangers who aren’t even saying it because they’ve spent time with me have come up to me out of nowhere on the street to say “I can feel your energy, and it’s amazing.” I’M NOT KIDDING. MULTIPLE TIMES. Friends can attest to this. Maybe they’re mentally ill but whatever, I dig it. But it’s validated from loved ones, friends, family members, and people who have worked with me, who say the same thing, that I have an infectious energy that makes people feel good and happy and it’s clear how much I love being alive and I make things fun and lively and hype people up just from my the energy I give off. That’s 100 percent true.

11. I have an INSANE memory. I remember everything. Which I guess explains the former point, about the song lyrics.

12. BIGGEST PET PEEVES – 1.) When people are slow turners. When they are turning, whether left or right, and don’t just GET THEIR FUCKING CAR OVER, and it’s like they’re nonchalantly taking a stroll into the other lane, my entire body is overcome with a physical rage at their inability to just GET THE FUCK OVER IF THEY’RE FUCKING TURNING ANYWAYS, WHAT ARE THEY STILL DOING IN THE LANE, TURN BITCH, FUCKING TURN YOUR CAR, WHYALDJFKLASJFLSJFLKSAJFSADLKFJSDLKFJDSKLFJSALFJSLFAJSFLASJFLSJAFALJFSALKFJASLFJASFJASLFSADJFSKALJFSADLFJSDLFJSALFJSA ALKFJDSLJFALK THE MADNESS.

2.) When technological devices die and I have to plug them in. Simply finding, picking up, untangling, and plugging in a cord, to charge a phone or computer, makes me irrationally furious. We can text with someone in Japan, travel to the moon, fly jet planes to different countries, face time with people hiking in Alaska while we’re in the middle of the ocean on a boat, and yet OUR FUCKING COMPUTERS AND PHONES NEED TO BE CHARGED EVERY 3 HOURS. WHAT.


I just realized it’s exactly like the food/peeing. Having to re-ful/charge things, whether bodies or devices, infuriates me. Everything should always just work non-stop forever with no refueling. Just work. Always. I hate being interrupted.

13. I scream when it’s cold. E.V.E.R.Y. single time i get into a cold car, it can be 4 x a day, if it’s cold when I get in, I scream. It’s really weird and I do it unconsciously. It’s like an energy that needs to be released. I do not know how to get into a cold car and not scream. I don’t know when it started. It’s weird.

14. I am the greatest parallel park EVER. Like I am SICK. SICK. NASTY. DIRTY. RUTHLESS. at parallel parking. I will MURDER you at parallel parking.

15. I take almost 4 baths a day most days. A bath to me is hopping in for 10 minutes to get warm and then get out. Sometimes I’ll get in, get out, live life for an hour, and then get back in. This also goes hand in hand with another random fact about me which is that I am always cold, unless its 75 degrees and above. If it is seventy degrees, I’m still cold. People are like “omg this weather is beauuutifulll!!! So happy it’s 65 degrees” and I’m like “that’s fucking freezing.” 80 is basically my minimum. Miami, New Orleans, and yes D.C. in the summer, when it’s oppressive muggy heat, is like perfect to me. I love being bathed by warm air that stays in the air even at 4 in the morning. Walking outside in the middle of the night in Miami, D.C. and New Orleans and feeling that heat is one of my favorite sensations ever.

16. I hate spring. It’s a bullshit joke of a season that doesn’t own up to anything and is summed up by me as watery ,muddy, worms. It’s like watered-down tea. That’s what spring is to me. Metaphorically and literally. Like a watery cup of earl grey tea that’s been sitting out for 7 hours. Spring is a joke.

17. Every time a Drake song comes on the radio when I am driving, I think to myself “yes, Drake is my favorite rapper.” I don’t mean a new Drake song, I literally mean A-N-Y time any Drake song comes on, whether new or old, or the 4th Drake song I’ve heard that day, something about having the time and mental space of being in the car, alone, driving, where I can really sit back and listen to every word he raps, and relish in the hilarity and cleverness of his lyrics and his sexy voice, affirms that he is my favorite rapper. This is subject to change but without fail if a song of his comes on the radio in the car, I think it.

18. Something about female heroines in movies that are right, about where or who the killer is, or whatever truth, and people not believing them and making them out to be crazy, drives me CRAZY. I can’t handle beleaguered movie heroines who nobody believes and brushes off as crazy women. Rosemary’s Baby is one of my top 5 favorite movies, but/and when she’s right about everything but everyone makes her out to be “a hysterical woman” and puts her in a hospital and no one believes her, I was crawling out of my skin with anger, frustration and rage. I was SCREAMING at the screen. I hate it. I hate the era, and feel like it still kind of exits (?!?!?!?) when women were right about things, or alternatively, passionate about them, or just plain old…BEING HUMAN, like having thoughts and feelings and expressing sexuality or a range of emotions, or fear, or sadness, or anger, everyone acts like they’re crazy ass hysterical bitches who need to be in a padded cell under supervision. The Yellow Wallpaper KILLS me. Like it causes me legitimate stress.

19. I’m super independent. I enjoy doing things alone and frequently do, mostly because I don’t have time to sit around waiting for someone else to come with me. If I want to see a museum exhibit, I go. If I want to try a new coffee shop or restaurant, I go. When I studied abroad in Barcelona, I traveled to Paris, Rome, and Portugal alone – I eventually met up with and stayed with friends, but in Rome I spent every day alone. I toured the entire city by myself, including the Vatican, Coliseum and ruins. Just straight up…me myself and I, on a bus to the Vatican, wandering through the ground floor and taking in the Pieta, up and around every level, and the roof and everything, just moi. I especially love spending days in cities wandering and shopping alone, like Brooklyn and LA.

20. I love buckets, bowls, and chairs. Every time I go into GoodWood, what tempts me is the bowls, buckets, and chairs. I love chairs of every style era shape and size and color, and same with bowls and buckets. Deep and shallow, silver metallic and gold metallic, wood, metal, marble, engraved with Native American designs, standing on duck feet, wide, deep, shallow, circular, square, tall and narrow, what have you. And same with boxes. Boxes buckets bowls and chairs. Oh shit and baskets. Boxes buckets bowls baskets and chairs.

21. Salted butter is one of my favorite things on earth. Butter that isn’t salted is an embarrassment/a non-thing.

22. I am extremely passionate about customer service. When I have good customer service in ANY industry, I am genuinely filled to the brim with gratitude and appreciation. I will tip someone 400% when they do good work and are an awesome person. I do not care about math, percentage, standards, or my income. I will give my last 50 dollars to an awesome service that only cost 10 if I feel like it. I have and I do and I give zero fucks. I will always be compelled to monetarily thank someone for their talent and attitude. When I have bad customer service, I am enraged to my core, to the brink of tears sometimes.  I hate being treated poorly as a paying customer and it shakes me on a cellular level.

23. I change my mind every. single. day. (sometimes 3 times in one day) on whether or not I want to have kids.

24. I give zero fucks about tap water. I have all these bougie friends who will only drink filtered water and think it’s gross to not, and only drink from a Brita and nothing has ever phased me less. People are always apologizing for their tap water and I like, laugh. Basically if it’s a state in the United States, I will drink from the tap. I will drink from a water fountain, I will drink from anywhere that has water basically unless it’s like somewhere sketchy in Mexico. But I’m weird about other health/germ things. Like I hate door handles and buttons on elevators. But door handles are the worst. I always open them with my shirt. Almost always.

25. I sleep with a noise machine. I love white noise. Fans, air conditioners. It’s soothing and reminds me of summer.

26. I’m such a good shopper I think I would make an excellent buyer as an alternative profession.

27. I love and drink regular Coca Cola. I laugh in the face of diet drinks. A fresh ice cold coke poured over ice is one of my favorite treats.

28. If I love a new song, I will listen to it to a number of times in a row that you actually wouldn’t believe. Like 600. Like just over and over and over and over and over and over again. The most recent one I did this with was Iggy Azaela’s Fancy, which I am now sufficiently over, since I listened to it so many times over my birthday weekend, and the next one I’ve borderline ruined is Doc Hollywood & Ya Boy’s I’m at my Palm Springs Beach House.

And a 29th for fun: LA is my favorite American city and Barcelona is my favorite European city. They’re tied as my favorite cities on earth.


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Peace Out 2013!!!


Deuces up, 2013.

I had a lot of health lows in 2013, but comprehensively I absolutely adored the year. I had SO much fun, made 2 new lifelong friends and solidified another, we solidified a few new couple friends as well, I got completely out of debt (not counting student loans), spent a lot of awesome time in NYC, went to 4 of the best music festivals E-V-E-R, and had a lot of amazing work/blog opportunities.

Here is my retrospective.


January pretty much consisted solely of Friday night cheese & champagne dinners with Anna. We took a trip to New York where she introduced me to Tipsy Parson and we had oysters at the John Dory Oyster Bar at The Ace Hotel. She has good taste. And I love her.


In February, our apartment was shot for and featured in Apartment Therapy!!!


This December while in Palm Springs, a few people texted and emailed (THANK YOU!) to let me know we were on the homepage again, featured as one of the top tours of the year (And our place got 10K + pins on Pinterest!!! 10,000 + !!! )

In February I also wrote this post about our Valentine’s Day staycation in D.C. and Spike Mendelsohn’s fedoras.

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In March, I celebrated my 27th birthday in New York City with Alex (we tried ABC Kitchen for the first time), and injured my hamstring which is still an issue for me a full 10 months later. March/April began over 4 months of physical therapy, and a super super upsetting and frustrating time period. I stopped exercising ALL together when it happened, and to this day can’t do anything but Pilates without re-engaging the pain. Pilates it is I guess. I miss cardio though. I can’t do anything that involves the full weight of my body being supporting by/propelled forward by my two legs, i.e. running, elliptical, biking. I’ve tried a few times, and every time, no matter how slow I start, or gentle I am, or how much strengthening I’ve been doing to get the muscles around it strong, the pain re-starts up. So I’ve basically accepted that my hamstring is never healing. It’s hurting at this VERY moment as I type this post, and the last thing I did was attempt a 2-minute light jog in Palm Springs 2 weeks ago. Not happening.

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My sweet friends also took me out for a fun birthday day in D.C.

And in March I also chopped my hair again, by myself, with kitchen scissors. #oops

April I didn’t do much except cry. I was very shaken by my leg pain and lack of progress. I worked a lot and ate a lot of yummy pretty food, and contemplated life on Anna’s beautiful dreamy porch.

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But May was way better! like, amazing.

I took a road trip with my best friend and saw my love Kendrick Lamar live for the first time. IMG_2842

And I got to be part of Refinery 29’s 30 Under 30 in D.C. project, which involved a 3-day shoot with 30 of the baddest bitches in this city.


Hi John Wall ^^^

It was such a cool, creative experience and I met a lot of awesome people + wrote their stories for the feature.



In May I also covered the Sweetlife Festival for Refinery 29, and saw Karen O. blow my MIND.

In June……I went to Governor’s Ball.


It was the best 3 days of my life. I have never had so much fun. The whole experience will go down in my book for all eternity as a top life experience. I will remember the moments and feelings that whole weekend gave me for the REST of my life.



I saw GUNS N ROSES, Cut Copy, Kings of Leon, Kanye West, Grizzly Bear, Bloc Party, and Yeasayer, as close as a human could get. My brother had bought me VIP tickets as my 27th birthday present, and I get chills every time I see a photo, have a flashback, or watch a video from that weekend. It was magic. Ugh. Best weekend E.V.E.R.!!!!

Thank you Carlos!!

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I took this video of Kanye (1 of literally like 250) I took during his set, and only marginally thought about the extent to which what I was experiencing would be what everyone would talk about the next day. Because I’m rarely in-person experiencing the event that is then all over the blogs the next day. Like the people who were at Coachella when the Tupac hologram thing happened.

He went on this hilarious, EPIC rant about the radio, and though I was kind of eye-rolling just because it’s so easy to give him a hard time for his rants, it was also so cool and surreal to be in that crowd, Kanye being the very very very last performer of the very last day of this epic 3-day music festival rage-fest weekend, the sun down, perfect weather, just thousands of humans loving life, loving music, loving kanye, loving each other, and to be there as he says

‘you know with this album, we aint drop no single on the radio, we ain’t got no big NBA campaign or nothing like that, shit we ain’t even got no COVER….. ‘Cause honestly at this point, when I listen to radio, that ain’t where I wanna be no more. I could give a FUCK about sellin’ a million records, as long I put out a album for the summer that ya’ll can rock to all motha-fuckin summer.”

And everybody LOSING IT.

And then the next day, that being EVERYWHERE and quoted and I was like….oh I was THERE, AS it was happening. I watched this video 2 nights ago and literally every hair on my body was standing on end, because it’s so cool to have been part of. Also, the fact that he performed 4 new songs from Yeezus like a month before it was released! And I have the videos! Of him performing “send it up”, before the rest of the world got their hands on Yeezus weeks later. It’s SO FUN to watch all the videos I took of his set that night. Omg and when this video goes into “snitch”, which is one of my favorite verses of his ever, my hair STANDS. UP. ON END. I’m not kidding! Ugh, music festivals.


In June I also walked the Color Me Rad marathon (couldn’t run because of my leg), and then got a severe kidney infection and ended up in the ER and severely sick for a week, out of work, incapacitated in bed on heavy duty painkillers. (health low). ^^^ Alex snapped this picture of me PASSED the fuck out with my RAD tattoo still on my arm after we got back from the ER : (

The rest of June and July were filled with concerts, drinks and bbqs with friends, a lot of pet-sitting, some trips to the zoo, lots of trips to GoodWood, LOTS of crop tops, and all the things that make summer the best season there is.




Dan and Serbie hahahah best picture ever ^^^ this pug’s name is Tyson as you should clearly know, but he was born in Serbia and imported to the U.S. and has a Serbian passport, so Anna instantly began calling him Serbie.

July came with more trips to NYC.

View from my first time on the high line –


Exploring Greenpoint —


Breaking the Soho House no-photo rule but they can’t stop a bathroom selfie!

And a quick trip to Miami where I always find the BEST. STUFF. EVER. at Zara. The Zara at Dadeland Mall in Miami is like one of my top 5 shopping destinations in the world. Does that make me sad? Women aspire to shop on Champs-Élysées in Paris and Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills and “Bergdorf’s” (KILL ME) and all I need is the Zara at the Dadeland Mall in Miami.


It’s where I got the most amazing find of my 2013 besides my RICH necklace – this Jane Birkin screen printed tee for 7.99, on tripple sale and an XXL – which made it MORE perfect


Jane and the RICH necklace TOGETHER? Forget it IMG_5015

Lastly in July our place was shot for a local D.C. print publication which involved donuts and knee-high socks –


August — an amazing month. More NYC, concerts, photo shoots, and good people.



I met Viceroy at a private NYC birthday party with my best friend Peter


I ❤ you Peter!


These pants happened –


H&M asked me to partner with them for the launch of their online shopping (A BIG. HUGE. DEAL. !!!!!!!!)





I covered Trillectro for Refinery 29 and had a BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAST of a day, that capped off with A$AP Rocky joining ASAP Ferg on Stage.





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At the end of August, I celebrated Labor Day in Maine with my besties – it was SO. SO. SO. SO. fun and nice to be up there, with crystal clear air after so many weekends in gritty smoggy city-land – the ocean and air ugh!



SEPTEMBER oh mah GOD September was gooooooood. Back to the city to celebrate Cheralee’s birthday. Pretty much best weekend ever.


And the best sequence of dancing of all time, ever. These might be my favorite pictures of the year. Just sheer unbridled joy and happiness, dancing with our friend Rameet.  If you had been there, our unchoreographed sequence was much like the Bradley Cooper / Jennifer Lawrence scene in Silver Linings Playbook/ Sandy and Danny in Grease. Best night/birthday celebration ever.



Also this was the trip on which I found my RICH necklace at a thrift store in the East Village


And Noemie did my hair better than I’ve ever seen it ever –



I would be such a better citizen if my hair always looked like that. The heights I would reach man.

The following weekend I covered the Virgin Mobile Free Fest for Refinery 29, and saw Chvruches and Sky Ferreira live –


And met Ghost Beach and The Knocks which was awesome –


And then went to a fun party and event at the Kennedy Center –


and wore this outfit which was one of my faves that I put together all year –



In October, I was furloughed when the government shut down, which was a MAJOR. BUMMER. But Alex and I house-sat and cat-sat for Dan & Anna when they went to Spain, which made the furlough a little less painful.


We went to District Flea almost every weekend. And I found a hat!


November  was also a surprisingly awesome month.

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I did a blogger partnership with Maybelline for their new Color Elixir lipglosses –


Hung out with Tyson – better known as Serbie – IMG_6919

Went to NYC for a crazy fun weekend –



Stayed in room 666 at the Waldorf (aykmrn), Alex treated me to a massage at the Guerlain spa (IT. WAS. THE. BEST. SPA. EXPERIENCE. EVER. !!!!!!!!), and just had an illegal amount of fun.


On our way out of the city, we stumbled upon the most incredible, massive, stunning, surreal, jawdroppingly beautiful cemetary in Brooklyn, right before a storm was about to begin. I tried researching it and still haven’t figured out which it is, but it had a view of the entire skyline and was just so expansive and gothic. The whole scene, and day, felt like I was in Wuthering Heights. I took a thousand videos that I still need to upload. It was an amazing experience.


And of course, couldn’t head back to D.C. without a Bareburger black-and-white milkshake. They’re my favorite in the world. IMG_7405

Later in the month, I took Cheralee to see RAC at Rock and Roll Hotel – I had bought tickets 3 months earlier without knowing who I’d take. They were amazing!!! And I have videos I need to upload too. SO MANY VIDEOS TO UPLOAD.

We were ON their feet, it was basically a private show –



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And, I can’t forget about our visit to Monticello, and the post I wrote about how Thomas Jefferson was a wanna-be European who wished he lived in France but was slightly stuck between a rock and a hard place since he was a president who wrote the declaration of independence –


December = PALM SPRINGS!  The year capped off with a trip to my favorite Palm Springs (and a little time in LA).




And we officially said goodbye to 2013 and hello to 2014 at a party at The Kahoes

The beautiful set-up –


Dan makes a handsome bartender if I do say so myself, and always makes me secret tonics for my always-ailing tummy –


My new year’s kiss!

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Sike I had two –

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Best purchases / items I wore most often (CLOTHING):

  1. Jane Birkin tee  1. RICH NECKLACE
  2. See-through white daisy crop top
  3. Drew baseball jacket
  4. Marc by Marc Jacobs satchel
  5. Rag & Bone ripped black jeans

Jane, Rich, AND baseball jacket all together here (one of my fave pics of the YEARRRR thank you Cheralee!)


2. – I wore the white daisy top with SO many different things, from high-waisted jeans and shorts, to sheer maxis and tuxedo pants. I adore it.




4 – satchel


3 & 4 – Jacket & Satchel pictured together heeeere:


5 – The Rag & Bone ripped jeans


This outfit involved the ripped jeans, rich necklace, and satchel (ANDDD the jacket later, just not pictured) –


Best purchases / items I wore most often (SHOES):


My leopard loafers, glasses loafers, and black and brown perforated Jessica Simpson booties, all from Nordstrom Rack for super cheap

Best purchases (HOME):

These blue chairs from GoodWood –


And these blue ottomans from GoodWood –


And our Kelly Towles art –


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Best moments:

  • All of Governor’s Ball but specifically: Guns ‘n’ Roses’ entire set, Kings of Leon playing the first chords of “Closer” as the sun set on day two, and Kanye’s entire set, but Guns ‘n’ Roses wins by FAR above and beyond every and anything else. There will never be a greater band, a greater FORCE. Chemistry. Magic. It was magic.
  • Stumbling upon that cemetery in Brooklyn with Alex, as the wind rustled through the leaves before a giant storm, and the light and sounds were perfectly SUBLIME and I’ve never felt anything like it
  • STUMBLING INTO JASON SCHWARTZMAN IN THE EAST VILLAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Seeing Viceroy perform in front of my face
  • Peter’s couch in his cozy NYC apartment on a hot July Saturday, with the AC on, in PJs, having barely slept the night before, happily hungover, eating a bacon-egg-and-cheese-bagel sandwich with Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf iced coffee, watching The Place Beyond The Pines on his flat screen TV
  • The moment I first saw and then picked up the RICH necklace
  • Experiencing The Meatball Shop in Brooklyn for the first time, when they were BLASTING West Coast rap
  • A night in Venice at The Brig, where they were BLASTING West coast rap
  • Every second of Palm Springs
  • Chats with Anna and dinners at Chez Kahoe
  • New friendships forming
  • Summer weekends in NYC
  • Watching the last few episodes of Breaking Bad with close friends


  • Kidney infection + Hamstring injury
  • Perioral Dermatitis
  • Personal stuff I can’t talk about on this blog
  • Car getting broken into twice

Favorite food discovery:

  • Bareburger milkshakes and burgers!! Thank you, Peter

Favorite new music:

  • Lorde

Became addicted to:

  • TV SHOW: Hemlock Grove
  • FOOD: kale, brussel sprouts, pretzel crisps, chewing ice, and OYSTERS!

Obsessed with:

  • TV SHOW: Workaholics

Overall themes:

  • Music, Hair, Friends, Fashion, Photo Shoots, Flea Markets, Food.

Wish I had an endless supply of money for:

  • Blow dries

Favorite Movie Of The Year:

  • Drama: Blue Jasmine
  • Feel-Good/Fun: Bling Ring
  • Runner-up: Blue Is The Warmest Color

Favorite Book That I Read:

  • A Thousand Acres by Jane Smiley

Favorite Album:

  • Lorde Pure Heroin, Kanye Yeezus, A$SAP Rocky Long Live A$AP, and Drake Nothing Was The Same. I didn’t care for Daft Punk’s album as a WHOLE, and if you can believe it I STILL haven’t listened to Vampire Weekend’s even though they’re one of my top 3 favorite bands of all time!

2013 in one word: fun 




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Hello from Palm Springs!

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It is my opinion that Palm Springs is one of THE most beautiful places on earth.

The light, colors, and silhouettes….. absolutely B-L-O-W my mind. Every second of every minute of every day I am looking around saying “this can’t be real. Is this real? THIS IS NOT REAL.”

I’ve come to the conclusion that Palm Springs is not real.

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It is so. fucking. beautiful.

The blue sky, the sun, the palm trees, the mountains, and the architecture all combine and play off of one another in the most magical, indescribable, un-capturable way. It’s a perfect place.

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This is our second year in a row of coming out here for Christmas and it is THE *BEST*.

In the mornings, we take very-early morning walks and/or hikes. We wake up at 7, brew a fresh pot of coffee, sip it at the kitchen bar, and then head out.

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(I’m pretty in love with my Adidas leggings that I got at the Adidas Outlet for $12).

Walking and hiking in the morning is a complete high. I think about the temperatures back East and I feel legitimately euphoric, to be out in the fresh desert air, with the most insane vivid colors and sights, exercising outdoors with the whole day ahead of us.

After walking, we come back to the house and have more coffee and breakfast & down-time, like reading.

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photo (17)Palm Springs is the land of amazing rentals. Like 9 out of 10 houses are rentals to out-of-town vacationers, and they are gorgeous, spacious, TRICKED-OUTTTTTT., and so affordable. The guy who rents our place has 3 properties and travels all over and just rents his various homes out while he explores glass factories in Europe. Standard Palm Springs. You can seriously get a MANSION with an insane pool situation and gorgeous kitchen and stunning grounds because like….every single home in Palm Springs is like that, and owned by a wealthy gay couple.

Around 11:30, the sun comes flooding our chaise lounges out by the pool.

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We hang out by the pool, and have lunch out there. The property is a veritable orchard. On the grounds there is an orange tree, lemon tree, kumquat tree, pomegranate tree, and grapefruit tree.


Every morning and all throughout the day, we cut fresh squeezed lemons for our water. It is so refreshing. I have never been this hydrated.

I have an orange a day as a snack, and just walk out back and literally pick it off the tree. It feels borderline bougie to just pick a fucking orange off a tree and eat it. Like the ACT of literally plucking it from its vine and hearing the sound of the separation of the orange from the tree that you are going to then eat is so rich.

Then I’ll have some grapefruit for breakfast or later in the day. It’s a complete joke. THEY ARE JUST ON A FUCKING TREE. AND YOU PLUCK THEM OFF THE GOD DAMN TREE. This is also STANDARD in Palm Springs. Like if you live in Palm Springs and don’t have a kumquat tree on the grounds of your property you’ve done something horribly wrong.

We hang out by the pool until about 3:30, by which time the sun is almost completely behind the mountain. The light at that point is equally beautiful.

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When the sun “goes down” (it hasn’t set yet, it’s just not on the pool), we usually chill more for a few hours. Read, watch TV, talk, just hang out.

Around 6ish we either start getting ready to go out for dinner, or start cooking.

Palm Springs is kind of a foodie town. There are a LOT of amaaaaaaazing restaurants.

Saturday night, we went to Workshop, which was just so. so. good. Last night, we grilled chicken wings and made home made fries and salad with toasted almonds. Before dinner I even went for a run outside. It was my first attempt at running since I broke my hamstring last March. Palm Springs is extremely flat so I figured I’d give it a shot. Running with all the green, trees, and mountains is such a beautiful experience. I simply cannot believe I have to go back to 32 degree weather.

I ran through a park that is near our rental, where we also went for a walk this morning. Most of Palm Springs looks very typical California, but then you get little pockets that ALMOST look like an East Coast Fall.

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Town has all kinds of good restaurants and design stores. The EPITOME of retro. Also, there is a Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, and a giant statue of Marilyn Monroe, with all kinds of fabulously retro motels & motel signage. You KIND of feel like you are literally on a movie set. Like you are in one of those movies about movie sets where everything looks super fake and is supposed to look fake but it’s just ACTUALLY what California and Palm Springs is like. It really does start to feel kind of meta.

Our rental is super close to town, so we walk in several times a day. We walked to and from our dinner at Workshop Saturday.

Today, Alex’s friend and her amazing Milanese boyfriend drove in from LA to spend the day with us. We had brunch at Cheeky’s (a very famous, fairly-safe-to-call-Hipster brunch spot in town), then came back to the pool and played R. Kelly, drank blue moons with fresh orange wedges PLUCKED FROM THE TREE, tanned all day, and then went to the Ace hotel for a photobooth stop and snack from the King’s Highway diner. The hotel is kind of suffocatingly hipster but the actual food served at the restaurant is EXTREMELY good.

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We have so many days left but I have little moments each day where my heart actually aches that I will leave this fantasy land to head back to the exotic District of Columbia. Literally…………I cannot.

So many more pictures and things to say but I just wanted to say a quick hello from one of my favorite places on earth. ❤ Hope you’re having a nice holiday break!


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Perioral Dermatitis

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It has been so long since I posted and I apologize for that. Mostly it’s because my mom reads my blog and I can’t deal with her frantic calls & emails about taking down my selfies. She offered to pay me a thousand dollars to remove every selfie I’ve ever taken on my blog. THAT’S how passionately anti-selfie she is. But I can’t be bought. Seriously there should be a parental-block on WordPress blogs. PARENTS JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND. The best 3 years of my life were the 3 years in which she didn’t know I had a blog. Who ruined that for me, my cousin? Thanks Kathryn. I need to go into the witness protection program.

Needless to say, my first post back is going to be THE MOST unglamorous topic of all time, but I write about real shit on this blog — like debt, parental suffocation, our founding fathers, and acid reflux. JUST A REAL GIRL OVER HERE guys.

Today’s topic is horrible skin conditions that ruin your life.

This is serious.

So for the last SEVEN months of my life – since May of this year – I have been dealing with what I thought was terrible skin. I.e. a breakout. I.e. acne.

My whole life, I have never had skin issues, let alone persistent breakouts. My skin is dry. I have rosacea (My cheeks were always so so so so so flushed as a kid and every time I worked out). It certainly doesn’t look like a glowing super model’s in its natural make-up free state, but I’ve never had BAD skin. I’ve never had more than like 2 blemishes at a time and then they go away and things are back to normal until the next single blemish — nothing grouped, pervasive, and persistent that straight up DOESN’T heal or go away.

You can CLEARLY see my rosacea-ed cheeks in this childhood pic –


But in May of this year, I got a weird like….raised bump red / pink scaly thing near the side of my mouth and it just. wouldn’t. go. away. I would do a really good job with make-up and covering it up, and was just like “well this is fucking annoying” but figured it had to fix itself at SOME point. Then in July / August, it got really bad and started to spread to the other side of my mouth and all over my chin. I thought it was hormonal, I thought it was dietary, I was UTTERLY and COMPLETELY aghast / mystified at what was going on. I couldn’t figure it out.

I have been using prescription Tretinoin (a form of retinol) for 3 years and it does WONDERS for clearing up skin, and I applied it religiously as always but NOTHING would change.

I tried apple cider vinegar.

I treated it like acne, and usually the idea of going to a dermatologist to me is a luxury because it’s “cosmetic” and god damn insurance companies never cover it – they cover dermatological visits if you have skin cancer (OBVIOUSLY), but not if you have bad skin – so I kept thinking, I just need to keep working on it and I will figure it out – it has to clear up eventually.

So, treating it like “bad skin”, I applied benzyl peroxide. I applied salycyclic acid.

I gently exfoliated.

I tried all kinds of natural remedies in an attempt to both be natural AND spend way less than I would on an out-of-pocket dermatologist visit.

I got into coconut oil (a jar of which lasts forever).

I tried making my own at-home gentle natural scrubs – using sugar crystals, baking soda, vitamin E oil from vitamin E capsules, and coconut oil.

I used my Clarisonic, sparingly so as not to aggravate it, but enough to attempt to turn over the dead skin cells and deep clean pores- since I thought I was dealing with quintessential acne/bad skin.

I mixed lemon juice and apple cider vinegar and dipped a cotton ball in the mixture and wiped it on the affected area.

I was seriously depressed and hated meeting new people because my skin looked so horrific and it didn’t feel like me.

When Cheralee and I FIRST were going to meet for coffee in July, I almost cancelled because I was so embarrassed about how bad my skin looked. I sent her a facebook message after she said she wanted to photograph me saying “you may have to fight me to the death on this, I’ve broken out and am in NO shape to be fancy photographed, trust me.” I just looked up that message — it was July 9th, and this is December 16th. Not one thing changed – and in fact it only got worse but I kept thinking this too shall pass, things will readjust, your skin will clear up, trial and error, be patient, etc. And it had STARTED in May.

Around mid-August I felt that I needed to see a Dermatologist. In my gut, I thought, “something isn’t right. I need to treat this medically / clinically, this isn’t normal.” I would look in the mirror, and there was an aspect to the breakout that REALLY seemed ‘different’ from normal breakouts – like the bumpy breakout would lead into a pink, discolored, patch of skin. It looked like an inflamed rash, it didn’t LOOK like your normal acne, and it evolved over time and grew a life of its own, but I thought it was from me constantly picking and thought it was just some weird annoying form of acne aggravated by me touching it. BTW I hate that word and am always so embarrassed saying it and admitting it but there’s no other way to say it. I pick at things and never leave them alone and so whenever I would say out loud to my friends that I thought it was time to see a Dermatologist, they would say STOP PICKING, IT’S LIKE THIS ‘CAUSE YOU PICK, LEAVE IT ALONE.

I still felt in my gut like I should see a medical professional (after 4 months), but every time someone else would say “just stop picking it will go away!”, I felt momentarily comforted, like “yeah you’re right, you’re right, I pick too much, it HAS to go away at some point” which was in line with the stress that I couldn’t afford to see a Dermatologist because I know how these things work. The visits, let alone treatment, are just never covered by insurance unless you are getting moles checked, or have a skin disease like psoriasis or contract poison ivy or something like that and I knew that if I went, it would be a minimum of $175 out of pocket and lord knows what else, and I kept telling myself it was just bad skin that I had to cover up and deal with because that’s life. ‘Use concealor, it’s cheaper than paying for a dermatologist out of pocket who is probably going to tell you you need laser treatments,’ I would say to my inner voice that was quietly objecting.

This was taken over Labor Day weekend – you can partly see the issue on the right side of my mouth (your left looking at the photo), and the difference between that and the edited version beneath it.


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Wellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll this past weekend, it was SO BAD on Sunday morning that it literally looked like my face had been eaten like Poppo the homeless man in Miami whos face gotten eaten off by the dude on bath salts. I wish I was brave enough to show you pictures, but I just can’t, the pictures are literally horrifying.

Except I just changed my mind and am going to post them, because it’s just so shocking and unbelievable how bad it got, you literally won’t believe it and they are so embarrassing and ugly but I am not so vain/narcissistic to not show what it was really like and potentially help someone. This negates my selfies right? Honestly I just really don’t care, no judgement. Life happens, we’re humans.

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CAN you believe that.


I was SOBBING and Alex asked me if I had ever done any internet research on what it was. I told him, no, because there was nothing to really research and I wouldn’t even know what search terms to use and it would just yield a stressful and overwhelming amount of information. I said, there are so many skin conditions out there, and if I were to google “red bumps/skin around mouth/chin” what am I going to find — stuff about acne, or rosacea, or eczema, or it’s just going to tell me I might be allergic to something I’m using or have a dietary sensitivity or a bunch of useless crap. I ACTUALLY was trying to be a GOOD ‘patient’ by not trying some fruitless search on the internet because that’s what I usually do and then I end up thinking I have 7 types of cancer, and am allergic to oxygen, water, earth, wind and fire.

I sobbed quietly to myself and Alex went in the other room. 5 minutes later I heard him say


He came back in with his laptop, and diagnosed me with Perioral Dermatitis.

As soon as he started showing me the google images, I was STUNNED and stopped crying. I was completely floored. He was right. It was UNQUESTIONABLY clear from the pictures that I had perioral dermatitis.

I was super upset that I couldn’t see a dermatologist THAT DAY since it was Sunday, but we spent about an hour reading about it together.

A few things that instantly made me feel better to read:

  • It’s extremely common
  • It happens in women age 20 to 40 and is thought to be related to birth control
  • It’s not serious, not dangerous (not contagious, in case you were wondering), and just all-around very common

Although comforted and calmed, I was also slightly horrified as I read about it that I’d never heard ONE word about it in life, work, pop culture, school, and/or the vague medical reading I occasionally do. Nothing.

It also made me sad to read the characteristics – like that everyone mistakes it for acne and thus compLETELY mistreats it and makes it far, far, worse.

Ingredients like salycyclic acid and benzyl peroxid and retinol – commonly used to treat acne, make perioral dermatitis 10 x worse, as do creams and lotions and oils. I felt sick to my stomach realizing that literally EVERYTHING I had tried for months, from applying aquaphor at night to soothe it, and trentinoin to attempt to turn the skin over, had been making it far worse.

Also, it was super uncomfortable and itched constantly.

I read that treatment involves several things but most importantly and effectively ANTIBIOTICS. Go figure.

The bright light in my dark tunnel of tears yesterday was realizing after reading about it, that it would DEFINITELY be covered by health insurance because it was clearly a medical issue. It’s a rash, that you can’t prevent or fix without prescription antibiotics, and that is uncomfortable and terrifying to look at it and will never go away if you don’t treat it with doctor-only medicine. I knew even before I called that insurance would cover it medically and I wouldn’t be out $300. (And yes, I am SURE that with the dedication and the right combination of elixors like grapefruit seed oil and sage extract and tea tree oil you can cure this naturally, but it would take way way longer and be way less effective – I did a TON of research on it. I am super into natural stuff, but with certain clinical issues you just can’t compete with modern, Western medicine).

Also fascinating: the fluroide in toothpaste is supposed to be a major exacerbating factor. I particularly found this to be interesting because many times over the last 7 months, I would put toothpaste around the affected skin because of the age old wive’s tale that it dries out blemish/problem areas. Like it’s not even like I read that factoid and thought “hm, weird, doesn’t apply here;” I read it and was like, well THAT makes sense because my toothpaste has had contact with the affected skin a lot since the problem started.

So I bought a fluoride-free tooth paste, and sulfate-free shampoo and conditioner since the sulfate in that stuff is also supposed to affect the skin. The dermatologist himself said nothing about fluoride or sulfates but I don’t see any reason why, while this is healing, I wouldn’t stay away from those 2 things.

So anyways, I called the derm first thing this morning (Monday) and they were able to fit me in as an emergency appointment because a severe inflamed outbreak of perioral dermatitis, by their medical codes, is an emergency. It had been horrifically painful yesterday too (and still is), though it eventually calmed down. Sure enough, my insurance covered it, and all I had to pay was a $35 co-pay for a specialist. When they took me in, the nurse asked why I was there and I said “I self-diagnosed and think I have perioral dermatitis” and without a S-E-C-O-N-D’s pause she said, “you do.” Period. And that was that. Then the doctor came in and of course confirmed and gave me 3 prescriptions.

I have to take doxycycline for 1 full month (yeast infections / severe acid reflux here we come! literally fucking kill me), and then apply two separate medicated gels – one in the morning and one at night.

What I read on the internet yesterday, and what the doctor confirmed is that you can’t cure this “forever” and that it always comes back, but for some reason I’m not stressing that part because all I care about is fixing and healing it NOW. I can manage future things and there’s no guarantee that it WILL come back again and again (look at me being a non-catastrophizer!), so all I care about is right now. It takes time (blah blah blah), but with the antibiotics and gels, and hopefully with using fluoride free toothpaste, by mid/late January my skin will look like itself again.

I have never in my life experienced anything like this, and though it is common and my overall outlook is fine, I am still in general shock that things like this continually happen to me. I am the only person I know that continually suffers from random, unwelcome afflictions that always take LONG periods of time to “heal,” and even then don’t ever “fully heal forever,” and cost money to fix. From my gastrointestinal issues that really were quite frightening for a number of years (all kinds of bleeding, tests, and procedures), to fibromyalgia, to hamstring tendinitis, to fucking PERIORAL DERMATITIS, I am just always that one person that gets the random weird thing that can’t just be CURED and that “fixing” is a long complicated ‘forever’ process of trial and error and lifestyle factors. According to the INTERNET/Dermatologist, this is “common,” and that’s nice and all, but I’VE NEVER MET OR HEARD OF A SINGLE FUCKING PERSON IN MY LIFE that has had this.

HOWEVER, I wrote this post in case you, or someone you know, EVER experiences something like this. So that it doesn’t take them 7 months to figure it out.

I am extremely happy to have gotten to the bottom of the problem, and HOPEFULLY to heal over the next month or so and get back to looking like this!


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The primary lesson I re-learned (that I re learn constantly) is to trust your gut. In my gut, I knew 4 months ago that this was beyond MY personal control. In AUGUST my gut told me, from within my own body, that this thing – whatever it was – was clearly beyond my ability to fix and that I really should see a dermatologist and that picking alone wasn’t the culprit – that it had morphed into something that was strange, and refused to respond to any kind of treatment, and multiple times I said “I need to go see someone this just isn’t right.”  But I didn’t listen to my gut, I listened to other people, which affirmed my other non-gut ‘trying-to-be-practical-about-money’ voice that had been thinking “no, no, keep holding out, you don’t need to see a fancy dermatologist, just leave it alone.” WRONG. Listen to your gut. If I had, I would have gone in August and been diagnosed with perioral dermatitis and treated. Mostly I am glad that Alex is a brilliant internet researcher and was able to help me figure this out even before the doctor.

So……if you ever experience a “breakout” around your chin that simply doesn’t go away and feels/looks/seems like something slightly different than usual acne, you may have perioral dermatitis, and listen to your gut. I’m just a normal, 27 year old girl, who likes fashion and lives a normal life, and for seemingly no reason I got this, so theoretically anyone could at any time and I would really hope it might take someone less time than 7 months to figure out and deal with. Having bad-looking, bad-feeling, uncomfortable skin on your face is upsetting. No one WANTS to look like an ogre, and your skin – particularly and ESPECIALLY your facial skin – is the single most external, outward-facing (no pun intended) part of us – other than hair. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. GOOD skin is irrelevant with bad hair. But good hair with bad skin is second worse. I don’t know if that just made sense but somehow the logic is supposed to show that hair supersedes skin because it doesn’t matter how good your skin is if your hair is bad; but I think I just changed my mind and decided that bad skin with good hair is still worse. Yep, skin is the most important. Skin, then hair. K bye.

Literally can’t believe I have this. WTF.

P.S. This is my first selfie ever. I think I’ve gotten worse Like my selfie game peaked with the first selfie ever, and then has just progressively gone to shit.



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Life & Weekend Update


A selfie from when I was FURLOUGHED. Yes for 3 weeks I didn’t know if I had a job (the one that pays my rent / health insurance) and was confused, frustrated, depressed, sad, angry, and lost; and turned to the only thing I know to count on in this world – a post-blowout selfie. And the blowout was free, chill. Oh and cat/house-sitting.


But then the shutdown ended and I lived happily ever after.

About time for a random update on day to day life around these parts.


Weekends are my most favorite thing in the entire world. The past few Saturdays have been so lazy and amazing. Like we wake up, leave the house to get bagels from Bagels Etc./coffee or go to Tabard Inn for donuts/coffee, and then pretty much get right back into bed for the rest of the day after hitting up District Flea.  I watch Parenthood on Netflix, or blog, and Alex plays Grand Theft Auto 5. He, like the rest of the country/world, got swept up in the hype. He isn’t a video game PERSON; like he isn’t my brother. My brother reads video game reviews and is that person who you hear a noise at 3 in the morning and it’s him in the living room with headgear on playing World of Warcraft with some 10 year old kid in Minnesota telling him he’s a little bitch as they virtually shoot virtual zombies in virtual battle gear.

Alex was never a video game guy but I’m happy that he got into GTA5 because 1.) it’s hilarious / amazing 2. ) as my friend Kate told me (who IS a video game girl and in fact is such a video game girl that she is the kind of girl who goes to the mall at MIDNIGHT the night that Grand Theft Auto 5 is coming out and stands in line to buy it), it’s like a visual tour of L.A.  Like Alex took me through the Griffith Park Observatory, The Hollywood Bowl, Mulholland Drive. It’s like…..legitimately fun because I feel like I’m in L.A. which is my favorite place on earth and 3.) my brother sent me the Conan O’Brian review of the game, and I love Conan O’ Brian and his 15 minute demo of the game made me love it. Actually just tonight, Alex’s friend Ben (this girl’s husband) called and he was on speaker. This is how their conversation unfolded V.E.R.B.A.T.I.M. Keep in mind they are DEAD serious as they discuss this.

“Ben: So, I bought a helicopter.
Alex: Go on.
(at this point my eyebrows cock but I assume they are schticking, like about a toy helicopter or some kind of code or something)
Ben: But…..where is it?
Alex: Okay so you have to wait several days for it to arrive, and when it does, it will end up on the roof.”

THAT’S when I realized they were talking about GRAND THEFT AUTO 5, and that’s when I said “are you guys actually fucking kidding me right now.” At which point they proceeded to discuss Ben’s helicopter some more in dead-serious tone as though the logistics they were discussing were real life. Alex is “farther along” than Ben in the game so Ben frequently calls him for “advice.”

But if we’re not snuggling inside the house doing mindless tv-watching/relaxing/flea marketing, we’re viewing apartments for fun.


We saw THIS amazing place which was SO. SO. SO. SO. SO. gorgeous but didn’t have a dishwasher, laundry, or garbage disposal which is like THE reason we would move. It was less square footage and less convenient (not directly next to a grocery store) and same drawbacks as our current situation so not worth it, even for those gorgeous hardwoods!



At District Flea I get the same thing e’ry time: a grilled cheese from No. 1 Sons that either has sauerkraut kimchi or dill pickles. They’re…….good….. The krat is my fave.


I’ve gone 5 times now.


Every time I’ve gone I’ve seen these dudes and I swear to god the term je ne sais quois has never applied to human beings more. I have NEVER seen people exude such coolness. Their style is INSANE. EVERY SATURDAY, there’s like 7 of them and just something about the way they dress, carry themselves, the way their jeans are rolled, their shirts and jackets, and the vibe they exude, I’ve spent 5 saturdays being like “who. ARE. these guys they are the coolest humans ever.”

Finally this past one, because Audrey was with me, I got up the courage to be like “hey…so….you guys are…cool..”


They are from a style collective called “Search and Rescue Squad” and they’re based out of Philly.

It’s gotten too cold now for Dolcezza to be at the flea, but a for a few weeks they were there selling their gelato push pops which were funnnn since push pops are always more exciting than any other way to eat gelato


On Sundays we wake up and go to Union Market or Room 11 or cook at home, stop into GoodWood if we didn’t do that on Saturday, and then do things like laundry, grocery shopping, and work for the week.



Fall on Lamont Street is awfully pretty!

The pecan sticky bun from Room 11:


Oysters from Rappahannock Osyters at Union Market –





I went shopping with Cheralee at Forever 21 and got some great stuff, likeeeee that Yaley sweatshirt up above (this is the SECOND Yale sweatshirt I have bought from Forever21, they’re like my favorite thing ever) and  this jersey dress – (I have shorts on underneath don’t worry )


The reason I was drawn to it was because it reminded me of this amazing red-and-blue one Alexandra from 4th and Bleeker (top 2 fave fashion blogger ever) had worn, the image for which was ingrained in my mind ’cause it’s so good, and when I saw this one I was like, okay it’s not red/blue but I feel like the IDEA of it is the closest I’ll ever get to finding something similar to hers –


So I instagrammed it, and then she liked my instagram!


And then


*LITERALLY* 2 days later

I found THIS version at Urban Outfitters. AYKMRN?!


It has identical coloring and stripes. It’s identical. It was weird.

I found a hat that I like on that same Urban Outfitters trip:

hatIt looks nice on my clothing rack:


I finally wrapped up a feature I’d been working on for months (literally since July!), a Single Dudes in D.C. Piece.


You can check it out heeeeere:

Audrey and I shot it over 3 months at various locations – most recently we snapped Omar (the owner of D.C.’s Napoleon, Bonaparte, and Malmaison) at the Kogod Courtyard of the National Portrait Gallery – BE-YOND beautiful.


She’s my fave.




The courtyard is so visually impressive, it really wows you. On that note, I took Alex back to the National Portrait Gallery this past weekend and it is hands down, by LEAPS AND BOUNDS my favorite museum in this city.

I was straight up LOSING it over the Civil War stuff. There isn’t one thing that gets me going more. I am the BIGGEST U.S. History nerd but particularly about Civil War, slavery, reconstruction, early to mid to late 1800’s so i.e. the whole century. Like I am obsessed with the world wars, and the 60’s, 60’s, and pretty much every decade in the 20th century, but the DOCUMENTS and PORTRAITS and PERSONALITIES from the 19th century are something else. I kept walking past portraits being like HENRY CLAY MY MAN! Sherman you old dog. John Brown you crazy ass motherfucker. And obvi I get like, legitimately teary-eyed re: any/all things Daniel Webster.

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I was literally FLIPPING out. Like  I am OBSESSED by America in the 1800’s. I can’t even. I could spend 234323423 hours looking through this stuff. I think I am going to move into the National Portrait Gallery’s Civil War section.

Then, because Alex and I felt like having a museum day, we went to the Phillips Collection to see the Van Gogh exhibit “Repetitions” and it was SO amazing you have to go!!!! My favorite of his repetitions was this version of the Postes man – the one with green flowered wallpaper.


I hadn’t been to the Phillips since they built a Mondrian-painted Tryst inside of it. It was SO cute!!

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Alex surprised me with the prettiest macarons ever, from a new Georgetown spot, “Olivia.”

We’ve eaten some healthy salads.



When I’m not eating pastries I live on edamame, kale, cherry tomatoes, lemon, and fresh parmesan.

I’ve had a few breakfasts from Pleasant Pops – they have the yummmmmmiest pumpkin bread from Bakehouse D.C.


I snapped this pretty house in Adam’s Morgan, my favorite because black-and-white high contrast graphic is my MIDDLE NAME / DNA
IMG_6057Along those lines (do my pillows & top give away how much I love graphic black and white?) , I finally got around to tailoring a top I’d purchased 7 years ago in Barcelona from Mango that is my favorite thing E-V-E-R. It makes me SO happy to wear / look at again that I could die! It’s been sitting in a bag in a closet for YEARS.


It has black shiny plastic appliqué squares and circles – with some of the circles being open and some closed. It’s a party. IMG_6760


I’m enjoying GHOSTMALLOWS being back in store —


I created this meme for Anna on National Cat Day, I crack myself up —


I love how girly my desk is, with its make-up and photos and jewelry and hot pink —


And don’t worry about this new thing. It’s just Alex’s new car that his new company bought for him. ‘s All good.


We just drive around the city in a leather 2013 BMW THAT IS THE SICKEST THING EVER. I still drive a Honda Civic but like, DO I? This Saturday we will be driving to Monticello because I have never been and / or did on a field trip when I was kid but don’t remember it so if you don’t remember something you’ve never been. It has a dual climate so I can be bathing in a glorious 96 degrees while Alex keeps his side frigid and we’re both happy and my seats have warmers and it’s a beautiful sleek sexy european driving machine and every time I see it I die. And then get in “my” upholstered Civic and weep. jk jk Hondas are wonderful wives. They’re just like, the dependable stocky sturdy russian soup kitchen wife that will never let you down, and the beemer is the young german supermodel except not young actually, wise and experienced and smooth and nimble and beautiful. #ridinroundandgettin’it

SPEAKING of weeping, The Boston Red Sox just won the World Series. I was 18 years old and 2 months in to my freshman year of college the last time they did and I remember the communal JOY because it was New England so WE WERE SOX FANS as a campus. I remember it being the first time I felt close to the new people I’d begun a new phase of life with. We were in a dorm room and the joy was euphoric and I can feel it like it was yesterday. Go Sox.


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A sort of recap of summer



I have SO MUCH that I haven’t blogged about and kind of owe you an update on.

My WHOLE SUMMER. My leg injury. Getting out of debt (which I did. Wiped out 8 grand of credit card debt in 6 months, was free in June – YEP), Etc.

May through September of this year were probably the most jam-packed, non-stop, fun months I’ve ever experienced. There are SO MANY things I haven’t had the time to sit down and write about.

I want to do a full write-up of my amazing experience at Governor’s Ball. IMG_3202

Same for Trillectro.


My multiple different weekends in NYC.


{you’re not allowed / supposed to take photos at Soho House buttt I snuck one, suckitttttt}


{Soho House Selfie -get over it}

Vacation to Maine.


Weekends in D.C.


Ay yi yi.

I plan to do a full update on fitness/money but for now I’m just going to do a random life recap via a mostly-outfit photo dump.


So this is some of what I’ve been up to / wearing along the way:

Bought this awesome ’86 (year I was born) jersey from local Adam’s Morgan boutique Violet and wore to Rachel Pfeffer’s birthday party at Satellite Room:


Wore the same jersey to the Trillectro after-party at Chez Billy:



Tried Ghibellina with Alex shortly after it opened – IT IS SO. GOOD. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! INCREDIBLE pizza.


Bought this flared party skirt for like $20 at Violet and wore it one MILLION times over the course of the summer, from Alex’s grandma’s 90 birthday in NYC (hotel selfie below), to the D.C. zoo, to Kennebunkport Maine. Such a crucial wardrobe piece.

Tried Le Diplomate with Alex, FINALLY. We were *NOT* impressed with our entrees but the yogurt parfait was awkwardly good and they serve La Colombe coffee (my favorite):


Speaking of La Colombe, stopped into their Soho storefront while in NYC (I owe all credit to Kristin for introducing me to this amazingness):


And I was delighted to learn that there is a La Colombe coming to D.C.’s Blagden Alley!

Blagden Alley is one of my favorite corners of D.C.

Alex lived there for 2 years when we were first dating and we’d go to Passenger 3 x a week and get hungover bagels at Cozy Corner.

Then last summer we got addicted to Sundevich sandwiches and Beach Bar.

Then Dan and Anna moved into and renovated their amazing carriage house literally 2 doors down from Farley.

Then Rogue 24, Table, and A&D happened. And now La Colombe!

A visual representation of the AMAZINGness that is Blagden Alley. Chez Kahoe:


Rogue 24:



Have you seen three cooler graphic alley-front venues? The typography!

Speaking of Anna, I worked at GoodWood a few Saturdays and she tied amazing scarves into my hair in amazing ways because there is nothing that woman doesn’t know how to do well:


In August, she and I went to see the Hurray for The Riff Raff concert at Black Cat – it was SO amazing! I have a video but it’s not uploading so……remind me later.

We did lots of pet-setting our favorite Pug Tyson, and he had some grand old adventures at GoodWood, where Anna let him into the Hershey tub:


But not without some fingerpointing:


Tyson showed off his snaggle-tooth mean-mug, which is my favorite of Tyson’s many faces:


Although Tyson as Washington Crossing The Delaware is also a contender:

IMG_3123And then there’s emo Tyson behind the bicycle wheel:


I went to New York City to see a private Viceroy show with my friend Peter – at like 4:30 he texted me he had a ticket for me and by 5:15 I was packed and in a cab to the train station because that’s what one does when one has the opportunity to see Viceroy at a private birthday party at a bar, because that’s how one meets / “hangs” with Viceroy as he casually chills in the crowd at the bar:



I had the best milkshake OF. MY. LIFE. at Bareburger, which Peter happens to live around the corner from (dangerous):


Seriously all other milkshakes I’ve ever had are embarrassing. I’ve never had something so delicious. I would take a train to New York right here and now just to get another one. IT WAS IN-CREDIBLE.

Also in New York City, though on separate trips, I…….got my hair colored again by Denis:


Look ma, I’m blonde again!


Cheralee is disturbed.

I stopped into Scoop Meatpacking after walking the Highline for the first time ever (so gorgeous!) and got a few things on amazing sale, like this cute little color-blocked/leopard bra, and Eberjay crazy-soft PJ shorts that I wear in real life:


Then I wore the bra with a cute new Alex Wang tank, also on sale at Scoop:



And then I wore the bra, the tank, and the shorts all together:


And then I wore the shorts with my new Tiger sweatshirt that I got at the Zara sale in Miami:


Oh yeah, I went to Miami. Not really any pictures but I basically did nothing but tan on the beach all day (perfect weather), eat Tilapia, fried bananas, and cafe con leche, shop (doing a whole separate post on the shopping in Miami), rob Zara, and hang out with my friend Stephanie who was my roommate in college and fellow Cubana and lives in Miami. That tiger sweatshirt has been one of my favorite purchases ever (it was $19) and I’ve worn it a million ways from Sunday already:


ALSO at that Zara sale in Miami, I snagged an oversized graphic black-and-white tee shirt emblazoned with Jane Birkin’s amazing face, for $10.00 — IT’S MY FAVORITE THING EVER.


EVER!!!!!!!! I’VE WORN IT literally 600 times since July.

With these amazing black-and-white striped pants courtesy of Windsor Store, for whom I started blogging:




And with these amazing star pants that flare out and lace-up and are too sick for words:


I………have had multiple happy hours on the outdoor patio at Bar Dupont, with my dad and brother:




I rocked this Windsor Store tropicalia cropped top and mini skirt to many a dance party:




I spent many nights on my rooftop, with this insanely stunning view of the Washington monument, having chats with my long distance bff:


I had many many photo shoots for my job at Refinery 29, and occasionally was on the other side of the shoot, like the time I got to play around in knee-high socks and track shorts and fake glasses and eat donuts for a house-tour shoot that should be coming out soon and I’ll post about when it does!


I found the universe’s most amazing navy blue velvet tufted ottomans at Goodwood:


I just recently got some sick new shit at Nordstrom Rack – my fall wardrobe is COMPLETE.


I’ve been searching for the perfect fall ankle bootie, Isabel Marant Dicker-esque, for like 4 years, and found my match in a Jessica Simpson perforated bootie for $50 – they are so cute and go with everything I want to wear this fall.



I also found these insanely adorable smoking slippers for $THIRTY dollars!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ve already gotten like 30 compliments on them, and I tell everyone. THIRTY DOLLARS AT NORDSTROM RACK GUYS.



I’m literally OBSESSED.

Between the boots, them slippers, and my new leather satchel, I am SET. I haven’t bought a practical, nice, good quality, real-leather, fall bag ever. I have been wearing a Le Sport Sac nylon shoulder bag in which I carry EVERYTHING – my laptop, life, etc., since I bought it with my first FDA paycheck in 2009, and I have been looking for a LEGIT, awesome, handle tote that I can also wear on my shoulder for like my entire adult life. The Marc by Marc Jacobs one I got was $200 at Nordstrom Rack! S.C.O.R.E. I’d love a $900 Phillip Lim or $1800 Stella McCartney, but also….would I? $200 is about as high as I’m willing to go. It was originally $500! Woop Woop.

What really did it for me, and ended my search, price aside, was that I recently came into (haha i love the term “came into” – because it usually has to do with large family inheritances, like ‘she came into a summer home’) but I recently came into an I-N-S-A-N-E black leather and gold buckle / lock HERMES watch via Alex’s aunt who is a fashion buyer who has a bunch of amazing stuff that she gave me out of the kindness of her heart.


I have been wearing the watch literally NON-stop. I don’t even think of it as a ‘watch’, it’s just SO fucking badass that the gold LOCK that dangles from my wrist is a casual HERMES CLOCK. It’s just….a bracelet, and I wear it EVERY day. If you follow me on instagram or are my Facebook friend, EVERY single picture of me over the last month shows this watch/bracelet on my wrist. It says “HERMES” in that badass all-caps Typography in like 7 different places between the gold lock and the leather band and I basically have an orgasm each time I see one.

It’s like my mainstay, never-without accessory. And SOOOO, being that the bag was black leather with gold detailing/buckles, it worked perfectly to be the investment piece to wear with the watch I now wear every day. You seeeeee?



I’m so in love with the bag I just don’t have words.

AND MY NEW BASEBALL JACKET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I feel romantic love for it. I almost slept it in last night. It’s by a brand called Drew and I was very surprised to check the tag and see “Made in America.”


I MEAN…………………………….


ALSO these Steve Madden bad boys – no words:


IMG_3771OH PS- that right there up above ^^^^^^^ that’s my Nylon Lesport sac! Literally that BLAH of a bag has been my purse for 5 years. My “PURSE.” I have a few “evening bags” (that I wear as daytime bags) – 2 from Zara that were like 9$ on sale, and a gold Rebecca Minkoff that Alex gave me as a gift, but this Nylon bag has been my PURSE for 5 years. I take it out to bars at night. People make fun of me. I take it to work every day. To coffee shops. To airports. On all trips. To the pool. THAT SACK OF SHIT HAS BEEN MY PURSE. Like when I go meet someone for coffee, that was my option.

NO LONGER. Welcome to my family Marc-y. You will be loved. OH YES, you will be loved.



So that’s it.

That’s what I’ve got.

Summer was nuts. Fall is here.

It’s 11 a.m. on a GORGEOUS Saturday and I gotta get outta here, been bloggin’ since like 8 a.m. Now I need to live in the real world. With Marcy and Hermey, my black and gold friends. JK I’m going to a lake so neither of those two will be coming along.

In the mean time, FOLLOW ME ON INSTAGRAM! I post mini blogposts like 5 times a day.



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My life be like

me studioIt is so time for a blog post.

First I’m going to break things down into simple bullet points.

This is what my life has consisted of over the last 6 weeks:

  • work.
  • raging
  • all of the music festivals that exist
  • so much music
  • having non stop fun
  • literally not sleeping
  • iced coffee
  • dranks
  • friends
  • the most fun ever
  • things I can’t talk about on a blog because they’re illegal

Alright so if I never get any further, at least that’s a summation.

We’ll start with Sweet Life. Sweetlife is a music festival put on by 3 bros who are cool who live in D.C. who started the company Sweetgreen. Sweetgreen is the shit. If you live in DC you know it, if you live probably anywhere near D.C. you know it. If you don’t, it’s probably coming to your city soon so don’t worry. It’s a healthy salad company where you can just go and eat delicious food and be skinny and eat yogurt and salad and juice and like, do yoga and listen to music. It’s a lifestyle and the owners are awesome and really into music and and the good things in life. They started a music festival like 4 years ago and get major acts like The Strokes and Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Kendrick Lamar. This the adorbs John Neman from Sweetgreen:


I was covering it for Refinery 29 so I got a press pass and VIP access to the whole festival so our photog and I could spot well-dressed peeps and take their pictures for the story. I utterly and completely love my job with R29. It’s so perfect for everything I am passionate about. I get to just talk to people, network, go to creative events and festivals, spot well-dressed people (what I do regardless of whether I’m being paid or not), talk to them, find out their info/ask them where they got everything on their body (what I do regardless of whether I’m being paid or not) and listen to music simultaneously. And then WRITE. Legit dream job.

Feast your eyes on the fruits of our labor:

This is what I wore:


I got that white cropped silk tie top from Style Etoile on sale for like $40 bucks, it’s Wren, and the softest thing ever and THE. PERFECT. LAYER. to throw on top of things for music festivals! I wore it on Day Three of Governor’s Ball as well:

gov ball day three

(what up dude with a floppy hat, what up).

Sweetlife was INCREDIBLE. Gary Clark Jr. blew our MINDS, and yes I can’t see or think of him without comparing him to Jimi Hendrix, sue me; and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs were Karen O is legit INSANE. Actually Holly, my editor, used the most brilliant word EVER to describe her——- deranged. There is no more perfect word. She is actually deranged. And it is AMAZING to watch on stage. I was losing it. Katie (the photog) and I pushed our way to the very very front because I will never go to a show and NOT find my way to the front, every time, and we could see the beads of sweat on her deranged face and everything about it was beautiful. But, she nor anything I’ve ever seen compare to Guns n Roses at Governor’s Ball so we’ll get there.

Actually before Sweetlife was seeing Kendrick Lamar at Cornell for Slope Day. It was an insane amount of fun.

Me and my bff Ellie after the show, where I also pushed my way to the front.

me and el

We went to a delicious healthy restaurant where I had the best kale Caesar salad of my life.

I love road trips, music, friends, sun, grass, Kendrick Lamar, and alcohol. So the weekend worked out well. Saw Kendrick again at Sweetlife one week later and he was like 40 times less good than at Cornell. The crowd was just small enough, the mood was just right enough, it was a way way different experience than at Sweetlife.

Aside from the music at Sweetlife, the other best thing was the FOOD OH MY GADDD THE FOOD. They had all these food trucks that were incredible. Erik Bruner-Yang, the head chef at Toki Underground— what is pretty much non-arguably one of D.C.’s top 3 restaurants–  had collaborated with the team at Woodberry Kitchen, another mad-famous restaurant, on a special menu that will never be re-created again and it was THE. BEST. FOOD. I. HAVE. EVER. HAD. IT WAS SHRIMP-WRAPPED SUGAR CANE WITH CRUNCHY PEANUT SAUCE. OH MY GOD. I have seen Erik multiple times since then and all I talk about is the shrimp-wrapped sugar cane and he probably wants to murder me. He said I’ll never have it again and I said well then I’ll hire you to do the food at my wedding and he couldn’t argue with that. FYI, this is Erik:


Not long after Sweetlife, I had the PRIVILEGE, the HONOR, of working as the PA (<— production assistant) on Refinery 29’s “30 Under 30” shoot in D.C. We are profiling the 30 most awesome, badass, doing-amazing-things people in our fine city and the team from New York came down for this incredible multi-day shoot and I got to meet/hang with such awesome people. The hair team, the make-up person, the photographer, the photo editor, the catering people (kraft services was from DGS — an amazing new ‘modern’ take on a classic Jewish deli, run by two extremely cool dudes who were ALSO one of the food vendors at Sweetlife so we’d met the week prior), the talent that we were shooting, the owner of the studio we were renting, every single person was amazing to spend time with. I ran the music so every day we balled out to Snoop Dog and Tupac and Nate Dogg and Skee-loo and The Dream and Miguel and The Knife and RAC and White Panda and Crystal Castles and Kid Cudi and Kendrick and Juvenile and Beastie Boys and all of the West Coast rap that ever existed between the years 1990 – 2000.

It was one giant dance party and one of the single best experiences of my entire life. Between that shoot, and Governor’s Ball, and Sweetlife, I have literally experienced the greatest 3 events of my life to date. Ever. It was AMAZING to be around such creative, talented, fun people, and just be creative and do fun tasks like posting crumpled paper to the wall and getting REAL REAL creative with giant rolls of colored seamless. It was the most fun e-v-e-r. And a lot of fulfilling work.

The scene:


20130531_125443Some of the crew:

30 crew

The owner of the photog studio, Josh Cogan, and Nick from DGS:

20130531_125033Laughing about how we are the “PVC’s” — positive vibe coordinators, otherwise known as hype people, and I realized for the first time ever that I geniously branded myself as The Hyperbalist without even realizing how awkwardly perfect the layered meaning applies to me because I exaggerate a lot, but I am also always the hype person, and hyper as an adjective, so being the “hyperbalist” is literally awkwardly perfect for me on 3 different levels.


My friend and BADASS jewelry designer Rachel Pfeffer being annoyingly adorable:


A series of Ryan Mitchell, my new favorite human on the globe, being the funniest person ever. His humor/personality reminds me Polly Shore, but like, 40000 times better. He named his hair salon Eastern Confederate because it was next to a Western Union. YES. #YES. Literally no other reason. He saw the Western Union and was like, meh, fuck it, Eastern Confederate.


ryan ballerina

ryan smolder

ryan bow

ryan blow dryerLOL I laugh out loud just looking at these.

Me and Ryan poppin’ champs


crushinngggg it —


Me and Sarah, the make up star

me and sarah

And a better one: Me, Sarah, and rapper Phil Ade – my new fave picture of all time with him mean-muggin like that —



John Wall, nbd:


If you don’t know who John Wall is, casually view this please:

Skyler Javier, menswear designer, dripping swag



The other best part is that I got to write 12 of the 30 profiles. I feel legitimately honored for the opportunity to do this kind of thing. The shoot began my bender of never sleeping. It was so much work and when I got home, I had more work, and then I basically started staying up until 4 in the morning to work on the 12 bios. It was SO fun to get to know the people, be there for their shoot, and get to write their stories…and now I cannot WAIT (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) until the “30 Under 30” series goes live!! I am so proud of it! And grateful to my editor Holly who enables me the opportunity to do this. She is the and a legitimately genius editor. And does the best “Stefan” impersonation e-v-e-r. She is better at Stefan than Bill Hader is at Stefan.

Me and Holly : ) She looks like “oops I ate the last delicious DGS cookie but sorry I’m not sorry smiley face” and my body language looks like “girlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll, girl girl smh.”


Aside from work and music I’ve also been going to a lot of events around town, because summer brings out the absolute best in me. I just want to do things, live life, and enjoy hanging out with awesome people.

I recently went to the 52 O Street Open Studios — an event in D.C. that I HIGHLY recommend you bookmark for next year or whenever the next one is. I had written about it here, for Refinery 29, and wanted to go because one of the people who lives/works in the 52 O Street Studios is Kelly Towles, the badass graffiti artist whose work and essence and person I am obsessed with and did this piece for our house–

house3and his amazing wife Virginia, a knitwear designer, and their adorable baby and 2 dogs and just general amazingness. While there, I happened to meet Skyler Javier, the rad menswear designer whose profile I was writing for 30 Under 30. I walked in to his studio and was like oh this is cool, and then I was like, WAIT A MINUTE, you’re…it’s you! I’m writing a story on you! I love the creative scene here in D.C. So small and everyone is nice and supportive and loves our city. This was Skyler’s studio:


And the Saturday after the 30 Under 30 shoot, I went to the D.C. Meet Market — an event run by none other than Virginia, since she and Kelly are the ultimate entrepreneurs — a kind of mini-ish flea market type event on the first Saturday of every month down in the Logan Circle area where my friend Fitz lives. My friend Cameron who I’ve known since I was 12 and used to be my roommate started a jewelry line, Saint Clair jewelry, and she had a booth and I’d been meaning to go out and check it out, so I went and got iced coffee and just hung out at her booth with her for like 3 hours. And Libby Diament, my other jewelry designer friend (who I wrote a story about for Refinery 29 that will be coming out this Friday!), and Sarah Cecilia, my other jewelry designer friend (I met all these amazing female jewelers- Rachel and Libby and Sarah- when I used to work for NBC The Feast back in 2010!) and I basically just acted like I was a jewelry designer with a booth and chilled with the 3 of them in the hot sun for hours and then Cameron and I hula-hooped.

IMG958632And then I left the D.C. Meet Market and met up with my friend Fitz and we walked past The Standard on 14th and they were selling their donuts and they are only one dollar and I bought one and it was the BEST. THING. EVER. OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am getting a Standard donut on Saturday every time. They’re a dollar! AYFKMRN? And FRESH and doughy and soft but fluffy and sugary. I. love. my. city. and neighborhood. I was so high on D.C. that day. Fitz and I caught up, drank, snuggled with her pug, and then went to the back patio at Vinoteca for hours and took shots of whiskey which is apparently something I do now. It was so fun.

me and cait vinoteca

And, weirdest coincidence EVER, Skyler, the menswear designer with the studio, who moonlights as a paramedic, literally had to come to Vinoteca, medically, to take care of some girl who had gotten sick, so we were drinking and I turned around and saw him in a Paramedic uniform and was like, oh wow, we were in the studio 24 hours ago taking your picture as a menswear designer and now you are saving someone’s life. THAT’S DC FOR YA.



after basically not sleeping for like 5 more days due to working on 30 Under 30 profiles late at night since that’s when I work, it was time for Governor’s Ball.


I CAN’T start on Governor’s Ball right now. I just can’t. It will take HOURS to write that post. I cannot start like this.

I will leave you with 1-4 pictures and then I will do a SEPARATE, beautiful, dedicated post to the insane GLORY that was Governor’s Ball. Axl Rose is Jesus. God. Michelangelo. He is religion and art and sex and love and beauty and legend. He is legend. He is a once in a humanity talent. Not a life time, not a century, and not a thousand years — a HUMANITY. No one since the dawn of time to the year 2013, including Mozart, exceeds his talent. He is better than anyone. He, and his band, and their music, are better than The Beatles or Rolling Stones or Led Zeppelin or Pink Floyd or Frank Sinatra or ANYONE THE FUCK ELSE AND YOU CAN JUST COME OVER HERE AND TAKE IT UP WITH ME IF YOU DISAGREE BECAUSE IF YOU WEREN’T AT GOVERNOR’S BALL AND DIDN’T EXPERIENCE WHAT WE EXPERIENCED, THEN YOU KNOW NOTHING. It doesn’t matter what genre. I don’t believe in “oh well you can’t compare Axl Rose to….I dont know, Jay-Z or Kanye because it’s just so different.” Nope, you can compare talent. Whether or not it’s rap or opera. Talent is talent. Legend is legend. Truth is truth. It’s just TRUTH. Axl Rose is the fucking truth.

There was mud, there was love, there was friendship, there was food, and there was truth. Axl Rose will make you a believer. In once-in-a-HUMANITY talent. NO ONE. AND NOTHING. HAS EVER. COMPARED TO HIS AURA. HIS MAGNETISM. HIS STAGE PRESENCE. HIS TALENT. I WILL BE HIGH FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE OFF THAT SHOW. I WAS GRINNING LIKE A FUCKING IDIOT. IT WAS FACE MELTING. MY FACE MELTED OFF.



That’s what I’ll leave with you.

SORRY HE PARTIES. SORRY HE IS THE GREATEST ON EARTH. We should all probably just give up because nothing will replicate that experience. Nothing.

I’m going to do a separate post on music too, just the music I’ve been listening to recently and my favorite songs of all time, something I’ve been thinking about a lot recently. Music runs my world.



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