Wind

I have a love/hate relationship with the wind. I have mostly fine strands in my hair, so if I encounter even a slight breeze, all of the hair on my head takes flight. Some days it's fun, others I just want to see where I'm going.

Manhattan's grid layout makes for easier understanding of maps, but it also causes wind-tunnels. So I can walk with ease down a street, but once I get the the corner...

...I struggle just to stand my ground instead of following the wind.

It's probably a good metaphor for life. Most things these days become decent metaphors for life. 

Life may try to blow you any which way, but you have to push through! 

No? 

No.

I'll just buy more hair bands.

leather jacket: french connection
sweater: club monaco (men's)
tank top: bdg 
jeans: zara
shoes: banana republic

Spoonful of Sugar

A major issue in NYC that comes up frequently is the issue of preserving historic buildings versus tearing them down to make room for new ones. Many native New Yorkers are upset because it seems that much of the city is constantly being demo'ed and prepped for new buildings. The buildings, which can house more people, are needed, but the cost is tearing down favorite buildings and pricing out natives to make room for the younger people who are brand new to the city and are willing to pay a premium.

Part of this change has resulted in the renovation and construction of many waterfront parks in New York City boroughs. They are beautiful and feel like an escape from the crowded city. I guess they're the spoonful of sugar that make the medicine of condominium construction go down.

dress: Asos
sweater: Zara
shoes: converse

Movin' Right Along

As a New Yorker, I never really saw the point of learning how to drive. I knew that I should know how to drive at some point, but only because its a life skill.
When I turned 16, almost 8 years ago, I wasn't thinking of getting my license or a car. NYC insurance prices and traffic make it silly for most people to do so.
…but last year something changed.

My cousin, the next youngest after myself within my family, turned sixteen. That (sadly) is what pushed me to get my license. I just couldn't let him gain that accomplishment before me, even if he lives in the 'burbs.

So I paid for classes, and asked for family help. A month later I passed my test!!

Yes, I passed by a hair, but I was nervous… don't judge me!

Now I actually love driving when I get the chance. Just not in Manhattan.

Sour Day

Have you ever had a moment where it feels like everything that can go wrong did go wrong?

I had one of those today.

I'm looking forward to a better tomorrow (literally).


halter tank: Gap
"leather" jacket: French Connection
jeggings: Zara
shoes: Banana Republic

Tale of the Tall Girl

Looking back, I can say with confidence that I was always "the tall girl" or at least the second tallest in my class/grade.  I was utterly enthusiastic that I was one of the tallest. Very proud of it. It made me feel like I was successful, at least when it came to growing. 

Then something happened. Puberty hit, and suddenly all the girls wanted to be liked by boys. I learned very quickly that boys who haven't yet reached their full height in puberty, don't like girls who are just as tall or taller than them.

So, for a long time I didn't like being tall. All of my friends were short. They would get all of the attention. So I slouched and squatted and hunched as much as I could, not realizing that I didn't look any shorter.

One day my eyes opened, and I realized that slouching didn't make me look more desirable or "normal". I just looked ridiculous. I'm not sure how or why it happened, but from that day on I began to stand tall. No looking back.

I see my sister slouching like I used to, but I'm not worried. I know she'll reach that moment where things just click, and we'll see eye to eye.


Coat: Zara
Dress: Bebe
Tights: American Apparel
Shoes: Calvin Klein