Friday, October 2, 2015

The Modern Trail

The Fall, reminds me of so many things. Riding bicycles in Fresh Meadow's and only stopping for ice cream or to split a small bite and steal a moment under the sun.  Going home to my mom's, driving around the suburbs, and realizing how beautiful it all really is. Growing up, I guess I never stopped running around - or riding in cars with boys - to really look up and notice how many trees lined our street, or how there are "like, actually, so many pretty flowers in the backyard, ma." - Insert 'selfie' - The Fall,
feels like
going home again to find that nothing has changed, except maybe you. Maybe now, you're a season wiser and find that happiness starts by looking up, 
counting all the trees, chasing the sun, and still finding a little time to ride in cars with boys, too.  
means taking the long way home, with just a hot tea and the flannel he put around your shoulders to keep you warm. If summer is sweet, then what could we call this?  New seasons beg for change, but as we store away our crop tops, cheeky shorts, and jellie flatforms, we find ourselves hungering to hold onto the freedom, the spirit of adventure, and wanderlust that summer shows us. 
knows that running free,
any time of year, 
in all seasons, and against all millennial odds;
starts with the shoe and ends with a tough girl jacket. 
A jacket you can throw over your shoulders and shout, "I'm out", as you hit the block running in these. Braving a new season and a little cold is exciting if you stay ready for everyday spontaneity. Maybe, today I'll walk home instead of take the subway. Experience something new, eat fresh, think
And just say yes to the date, the adventure, the long walk, new job, new haircut. Whatever I decide, it's probably best I stay ready; slip into a little denim, grab my leather jacket, and roll out. What's your Modern Trail story sound like? If you're a city dwelling, seeker of adventure, then you've stumbled upon something.
Let's Explore!
Wearing Timberland Jacket, Denim, and Boots.

Photos by Cheralee

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

High on a Feeling

Jeans are like a second skin, to me.
Just like how rice and beans are what my bones are made of. How I haven't stopped talking since I learned how to say my first word - right, mom? Or how I can't ever seem to contain my curls, my second-guessing, or my hopelessly romantic idea of life. I could never really shake the thought of there being so much more to go after, to find, grow into, or become. Sometimes, like recently, it feels impossible to hang onto the right perspective. To let go of the what if's and really embrace what's now. To remember that we're limitless and that
a few life-lemons never hurt
will always do spiked-lemonade some justice.
Maybe it's not up to us what we're confronted with or when.
But, some things we'll always just know by heart

Like how your favorite jeans,
will never fail you. How
good it will always feel to say what you mean, even if you say a little
too much. Or how when you finally stop trying to fight the frizz, your hair just seems to fall right 
into place.
A little like life,
always does.
Wearing Truly Madly Deeply Top, H&M Jeans - try these!, Old Navy Shoes.

Photos by Cheralee

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Sun-kissed with Nylon

A memento from my last weekend of this summer's fun. 
The kind of fun that's off-the-books and just 
really good. 
Cover up or uncover
Bake under the sun, dip in and out of sleep, the sea, the shower. 

Some things, you just know by heart. 

It tastes sweet, like only summer really could. 
Ice cream as the sunsets, unbuttoning your shorts, or, maybe that was him. 
Wiping off every last bit of makeup, because I've been sun kissed 
and I woke up (late) like this, too. 

If we knew what the years held,
would we alter our choices, take the train
at three-twenty instead of noon, walk in the rain
instead of taking the metro? 
-Barbara Hamby
Shop my Sag Harbor looks on NYLON SHOP now!

Film by Ian Longwell

Monday, September 14, 2015

Getting the Boot

I can't say I am fully ready to part ways with Summer and everything that it's brought me. The heat, the feeling; carefree, slip-on-and-go. There's something to be said about keeping your look (and life!) minimal and effortless. When we're on the go, with little time to spare on sleeping in, slowing down, or soaking it all in, a work week can seem never-ending, at best. It's then that we resort to hump-day happy hours and friYay's ; the after work unwind. On the weekends, I brunch, as a verb.  If there's a perfect balance between grunge meets girl, it's lacing up some boots and throwing on a dress that's barely there - but is actually, all there and right on time. 
Besides, what's a tough girl without her boot.
Wearing Shop Priceless Dress, Call It Spring Boots.

Photos by Lauren

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

The Attitude

I'll tell you,
Summer, has taken on a whole new feeling. And, you know me, I'm all about
Still, there have been times where I've stood behind the screen door and thought to myself, How am I possibly going to figure this one out or - my personal favorite - How did a good girl like me, end up in a place like this? But, whenever I feel unsteady, I grab hold of the things that, well, steady me. On arrival, turning any life-lemons into a Tom Collins; extra stiff, 
So, I wind up doing things like. . .
Taking the long way home, just because. Losing my phone, on purpose. Unbuttoning the very last button of these; this Friday night, I am experiencing a love affair with pizza and beer and not even these after-party, party jeans will get in my way.
This weekend,
we locked ourselves out of the apartment. While I was waiting for my spare keys, it dawned on me. I don't even remember the last time I sat on my stoop and had a coffee, without any distractions or somewhere to be. Something that feels like learning how-to slow dance my way through Summer. And, the thing about a slow dance, is the surrender of it all. I guess, sometimes, you just need to surrender. To loosen the top button or the reigns.

Someone said,
Life is just a stupid game. It doesn't matter what you do or what you have. If you're loved in the end, then you
Wearing Shop Priceless Top, Bohoo Overalls.

Photos by Cheralee

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.
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Photos by Cheralee

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