Friday, August 28, 2015

Put It On Me

I've exposed a few dirty little secrets
before. Some Bodega Juice, a little about what it feels like to run wild, and feel a growing pain or two. Remembering what it was like to move to my first apartment, find Brooklyn. . . or did Brooklyn 
find me? 
The summer, post-college, that I realized I'd really changed. Standing still wasn't an option. So, I started to roam, to try new things, and experience life from the inside out. I started to say, Yes, and my personal favorite,
Yes, Please.
 Did we want to travel to a destination with no wifi, not a single lifeline, and little to no room for sunbathing or the occasional 'LOL'? Initially, probably not. After all, yes, please. That's where I was challenged to sit quietly, look someone in the eyes, and live in realtime. How about learning to cook for one, then
two.Then for an entire dinner party- last minute; naturally. 
Wait, how much paprika? Why is the organic, gluten-free lasagna taking so long to cook?
Try going to the gym for the first time, in. . . a while. 
Do these yoga pants make my butt look good?
Maybe it's starting a new job, sitting for coffee or taking a bubble bath, this time by yourself.
Lately, it feels a lot like getting minimal.
skin, first.

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Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Suck My Kiss

I'm never really sure what to think when Summer starts to end.  I guess I kind of refuse to let this feeling go and am not really ready to stop rooftop baking under the sun,  topless, with a book, a cold brew, and a few of my other unmentionably favorite things. There's something so fresh about throwing on anything you want, leaving home with wet curls, no makeup, no tension, no stress. Summer just 
really good. 
untying your bikini top to sunbathe. It's 98 degrees and you don't even notice, because you've had a cold Corona in your hand since noon and feeling the heat is familiar. You're alive. 
You're live.
Or, like just getting to the beach after a long drive and sinking your toes into the sand. 
Taking a skinny dip, a disco nap, and a minute to breathe in some fresh air.
Wearing: Missguided Top, Brooklyn Cutoff's Shorts, Boohoo Shoes, Nila Anthony Bag.

Photos by Cheralee

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Take Me to Bed(ford)

It's always live, always awake. And, every corner holds a story for me; 

Call a friend, let them know I'll be running late. I've been caught up at a bar with no AC, it's my third Tanqueray-cucumber. Maybe it's Sunday, 
we listen to jazz, I write a note on a post-it, then lose it. We find it. 
Good thing I didn't throw it away, accidentally. I wrote everything important on that one single post-it note. Like, 
all the things I wanted to really say, or do, or go-to.
It's only noon, and I've already laughed one-hundred times, forget
my phone at home; it's time for Hemingway, instead. Alright, fine, maybe
a little Drizzy, too. My seventh day, doesn't come with rules. After all, we were 

I buckled-under and unbuttoned my high-waisted jeans. Too many huevos rancheros, too much cheese. Now, all I'm good for is a waltz along Bedford Ave. to buy some gems and 
do some yoga in an hour, maybe later, 



How happy can one girl be
spending so much time taking such a long stroll?
Sunday or not, I'm daydream believing.

Photos by Scott Brasher

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Gettin' Lucky in Leather

Well, it's been a hot one.

Summer in the city is scorching, and unfortunately for us, not every day calls for taking your top off and laying under the sun. So, my solution to beating those 90 degree rays, is to run away from Brooklyn any chance I can get, strip down to little nothings, with my feet in the sand, and a 



in the other.

If there's any way to steal some sunshine and this feeling,
find a little lockbox to keep it in,
to open and remember what real happiness
and heat
feels like,
that would be supreme.
Wearing: Century 21 Top, Nasty Gal Shorts, Boohoo Shoes, Caravelle Watch.

Photos by Cheralee Lyle

Monday, August 10, 2015

The Sound

Soaking up all the sunshine I possibly can, which for a city girl is no small task. Growing up on Long Island, by the sound, being able to take in the view, breathe in some fresh air, and go for a (skinny) dip at any given point, was pretty magical. The Summer I first learned to drive, I think I lived between my car and the beach, and well, summer school for math… and while we're at it, sneaking out in the middle of the night and driving to a neighboring town to watch movies and misbehave with a boy - #icanteven
Growing up so close to this kind of beauty isn't something I realized was special until I left home to live on my own in a city, with the brightest lights, the one that never sleeps, and has all the distractions. Is it possible to forget what seeing stars feels like? Yesterday, on our roof, I counted precisely seven and found that to be so impressive; those seven stars really moved me. Either my G&T's had me feeling a little too nostalgic, or I'm becoming desperate for a little nature and some room to breathe. Probably… Definitely, it was both. Concrete everywhere, living in boxes stacked on top of each other. A girl really learns to stop and smell the suburban roses, once she goes home and is forced to slow down. 
to this day, whenever I go home, the split second we can run away, my little sister and I drive to the beach, blast music from the early 2000's, so loudly that it's admittedly obnoxious, with too much bass for our quaint town along the sound - in that moment, we are "those kids" riding around and getting it.

This beach,
is where I've gone alone, sans phone, without a care - or with too many - to hide from everything. 
It's where my baby sister and I've shared secrets and talked about all the things sisters do. We fight hard, we love really hard too. And, if mom doesn't know where to find us, odds are we'll be right here, enjoying the view and probably acting like two damn fools while we're at it. 

remember a few summers ago when we literally ran into a naked man. Where did he come from and why did he look shipwrecked? Or, when I left my cell phone on a random rock and had to look for it in the dark for an hour?  Maybe the time we sat on the rocks for hours and were all Pass the Dutchie?

Wearing: Missguided Dress

Photos by Stephanie Tucker

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Slipping In

“So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days, you can hear their chorus rushing past: IwasabeautifulgirlPleasedon’tgoItoobelievemybodyismadeofglass-I’veneverlovedanyoneIthinkofmyselfasfunnyForgiveme….

There was a time when it wasn’t uncommon to use a piece of string to guide words that otherwise might falter on the way to their destinations. Shy people carried a little bunch of string in their pockets, but people considered loudmouths had no less need for it, since those used to being overheard by everyone were often at a loss for how to make themselves heard by someone. The physical distance between two people using a string was often small; sometimes the smaller the distance, the greater the need for the string.

The practice of attaching cups to the ends of string came much later. Some say it is related to the irrepressible urge to press shells to our ears, to hear the still-surviving echo of the world’s first expression. Others say it was started by a man who held the end of a string that was unraveled across the ocean by a girl who left for America.

When the world grew bigger, and there wasn’t enough string to keep the things people wanted to say from disappearing into the vastness, the telephone was invented.

Sometimes no length of string is long enough to say the thing that needs to be said. In such cases all the string can do, in whatever its form, is conduct a person’s silence.” 
― Nicole KraussThe History of Love
A favorite from a book I've read, every Summer since I was seventeen. Keeping it all pretty easy, lately. Brevity is key when it comes to words, wardrobe, and narrowing down the woes. Why pack on too many layers when all a girl really needs is one thing to slip into…or, out of
Century 21 Romper, Nasty Gal Shoes, Unode50 Zen and Threading Bracelets.

Photos by Landon Mcgregor

Monday, August 3, 2015

Do Not Mesh With Me, rn

Sometimes, when Summer throws you for a loop, keeps you hot in all the right places, and urges you to take a leap that leaves you on the block in exclusively, unadulterated, mesh. . . You just say, yes. You surrender. Crack open the coldest Coronita from the corner bodega, text everyone you know to make sure you're not missing any BBQ's or beach trips.
 Realize that under the sun is just where you belong. So free the nipple. Let go the idea that a there's any need to hide your body. 

If this sounds like an urge to my surrounding twenty-something, single ladies 
to jet around in anything you damn well please
it is. 

a slight whisper to the wise;
running wild just might start with forgetting to put on a bra
end with realizing you never really wanted to wear one in the first place.
Wearing: Truly Madly Deeply Tank, Shop Priceless Shorts.

Photos by Stephanie Tucker

Friday, July 31, 2015

Born To Roam: Brooklyn Edition

A couple weekends ago, Lauren and I took Nasty Gal for a spin around our very own hood; Brooklyn, remember that.

From one Brooklyn eatery to the nearest cheese shop, around the corner to our favorite brunch spot, then along Bedford for a stroll and something spiked on the rocks.

I share my love for Brooklyn with you guys, every day. It's not 
top secret 
that this is the place of my becoming; 
if the walls of my bodega could talk, 
how many times I've cried on the stoop, laughed my ass off on the fire escape, 
lost keys, a phone (or two), my mind, love. 
Found them all, again. 

And again.

And finally, found

If life is a ride, Brooklyn has been the roller coaster of my entire twenties. 

On Erica: Top / Denim Bell's / Shoes
On Lauren: Dress / Hat 

Photos by Scott Brasher

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Sentimental Summer

Been living on the go lately, so much so, that I've not realized how much time's gone by. Actually, that's not the entire truth. I'm always mindful of the time. Sometimes, though, all I can think of is living in the exact moment I'm confronted with and remembering to journal my feelings - or disappointments -at a later time.  Sometimes, all a girl needs is to forget the rest, get settled on a rooftop, bake under the sun, Tanqueray in one hand, today's news in the other. Something about looking inward to move forward, taking time to appreciate what is really happening around you, and for once, just once, stop imagining what could be or once was. Be here now. Way easier said than done. Way more worth it than otherwise.  

whenever I'm feeling a little 'everyday' 
or uninspired, I
keep in mind all the times I've felt this way and hold tight to the knowing that every single Summer since I'm thirteen,
I've become ridden with 'what if's' about the future. And one hundred times over, everything falls into place, just as it's meant to.
It's true, slowing down isn't something I'm really used to - not by any means. But, this tough girl, has been resolute about shedding the resistance and letting all the love in.

All of it.

Hey, what's a Summer for, if not to keep you tanned and on your toes?
Wearing: Boohoo Dungaree Dress / Century21 Tank, Joe Fresh Sneakers. 

Photos by Lauren Gould

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Over(all) It

I'm unsure what it is about overalls, that feels much like the kind of nostalgia you only experience when something reminds you of what it is to be feel young again; carefree, careless. 

A little like,

stepping into a pair of old, worn down sneakers - the ones you never wear, but would never throw away. They remind you of a place you've been; college, when sneakers and dresses were all you wore. 
Or slipping into

his t-shirt, it's oversized and feels like home. 
A feeling you only revisit sometimes, it's too soon.

Maybe, it's like 
waiting for your red toenail polish to dry. 
Red, makes you feel sexy. 
Something you discovered in high school, 
too young to 
understand that one day you might feel a lot unlike yourself 
- you've changed and have become unrecognizable - but 
red polish has never let you down. 
Stella, gets her grove back, every time.

And just like that, 
you feel like who you once were.
All-over again.
Wearing: Boohoo Overalls, Lulu's Top, Nasty Gal Shoes.

Photos by Alexandria Harrington

Monday, July 13, 2015


Something about this metallic dress, that makes me feel like I'm wearing a bit of armor; ready to take on the week ahead, no time to waste, places to go, people to see, slow it down?, "as if", feelings. 

After a weekend where all I did was let myself unwind..
 laying in the park with one handsome fellow, reading on my fire escape, sipping on a little coronita at all times, running to the bodega for an ice pop, and all around letting go for once. Making no plans or promises, slowing down, remembering to look around me, to laugh a little, and just re-lax. 

I don't remind myself nearly enough to 
turn my lights down low,
soak in what it really feels like to be around good old-fashioned L-O-V-E
and stop
count some of these
and do a little of this.

Have you ever worn something that made you feel a little like superwoman? 

Ready to take on the workweek, pay the cable bill, brave the grocery store during rush hour, the subway uptown to visit friends, during the same. 
To wake up before the sun and go to yoga, 
write more to-do lists; 
watch that documentary about green living 
or was it binge 
watch The Mary Tyler Moore Show, I can't remember. 
To call home, plan a trip to visit my little brothers - they are growing up too quickly, too soon. 
Visit with my best friend, the most recent of us to get engaged. Remind her of how many times we dreamt about this moment, are we really getting this old? 
To wait some more, think or write about the things I'd be remiss to let go of, but probably should.
Wearing: Boohoo Dress, Joe Fresh Sneakers