The statement, style, and song that I’m obsessed with right now.
Life is a bit overwhelming right now with getting ready for a move, job searching, and continuing school, and I’ve been feeling too scattered to write anything half-decent, so forgive the blog silence for a while. I have a feeling there’s LOTS of new inspiration coming my way to make up for it.
I’m not sure what convened the other day to tear the disordered gauze from my eyes, but, on an impromptu shopping trip, I managed to see myself in a more realistic light. And, in that light, I saw a sexless, hollow creature with nothing to grab at or touch, someone who looked like she was once again becoming a shell of herself.
On Sunday I Instagrammed a cry for help in the form of a drab coconut popsicle, the sad caption reading: my only friend. This dramatic statement is far from the truth, but in that moment, as everyone in NYC appeared deeply invested in something called the World Cup with their pals, and I sat alone in my apartment clogged with snot and overwhelming angst, it felt true.
Food is our first experience of love and comfort—quite literally, as we immediately bond with our mothers via breastfeeding or the like. I was once fully capable of feeding myself in a ‘normal’ manner, but then somewhere along the way I started to see myself as less deserving of that nourishment—which is to say, less deserving of love.
At a recent party, I noticed that five totally different women had gone the super neutral route with their outfits. Being me, I feel the need to explore it further–because a dress can never be just a dress, right?
“I always say that if you can’t get inspired in New York, you can’t get inspired anywhere.” Rebecca Taylor is one of the few designers who manages to tap into my girlier proclivities, and one who succeeds at designing for every shade and shape of woman. I jumped at the opportunity to pick her brain, and, not surprisingly, she’s as cool as I expected.
These moments aren’t tangible—they haven’t made me rich or afforded me the freedom to travel to my heart’s content, but they have made the last year of my life so much more rewarding than it would have been otherwise.