Photo by Bianca Alexis // September 17, 2010 // Las Vegas.
Today is our one year anniversary. Thanks to Joey for making this year absolutely magical. When we met for a quick drink a few days before Christmas in 2009, I had no idea that this was in the cards. Even through the ups and downs of a very broken leg, house renovations, me taking off on long trips to different continents and, well, working ridiculously long hours, this thing called life that we share together is pretty amazing. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. 2010 till forevs. Cheers!
Photo by Gala Darling // September 14, 2011 // Bedlam, New York.
When you’re a teenager, 30 seems like a lifetime away. But then you soon realize that after a few years of college, a handful jobs and a lot of traveling thrown in the mix, time really does seem to fly by.
At 30, I finally feel like I’m where I set out to be but I’m also itching for that next big challenge. Luckily, age aint nothing but a number. I woke up yesterday morning and felt exactly the same. Birthdays and anniversaries are all arbitrary in the grand scheme of life. Yes, it feels good to hit specific goals but it’s also important to have fun in the moment and to embrace and enjoy the process while it’s actually happening.
These days, I am feeling very inspired to take things to the next level. Thanks to everyone who’s been reading along all these years and here’s to many more birthdays, blog posts and celebrations!
In my mind, the perfect shade of green is that of the Green Crayola crayon. It’s always been one of my favorite colors. View the full Fashion Notebook set on Flickr.
P.S. I’ve been running around New York nonstop this week and have so much to share! Regular posting will resume after Friday.
White ribbons tied to the gate of St. Paul’s Chapel, September 10, 2011
I don’t have anything remarkable to share about 9/11 and in a way, that’s a relief since almost all the stories attached to that date are incredibly tragic. I’d had just booked my ticket for my first ever trip to New York a few short weeks before September 11, 2001. I remember waking up at my dad’s house and turning on the TV around 6 am Pacific Time as I was getting ready for work. I was half-asleep and couldn’t quite believe what I was witnessing as I watched a plane fly directly into a building. I’d never been to New York but everyone knew what the World Trade Center was. On the West Coast, we all went to work as usual but even though we weren’t in New York, we knew that things had changed forever.
I was scared to go to New York in the weeks that followed but my ticket was non-refundable. I showed up the day before Halloween in 2001 and on my last day in the city, I took a cab to Ground Zero to see it with my own eyes. And, a month and a half after 9/11 had happened, I remember seeing gates still down over shuttered businesses with entrances coated in a thick ash. There were handwritten signs everywhere and everyone was still in a complete state of shock.
I woke up on the 10th anniversary of 9/11 this morning, a mere four blocks from the World Trade Center and could hear faint sounds of the national anthem and church bells ringing out. Looking back, I’m glad that I made that trip. In close to 15 visits that have followed in those last ten years, I’ve made some of my best friends in this city. New Yorkers are a strong and resilient bunch.
This week, I had way too many late nights and in direct response to that, way too many iced coffees.
My special party dress arrived just in time. It’s a piece of 60s op-art perfection and will be making its debut Wednesday night both on a rooftop and in a bar covered in damask wallpaper and taxidermy.
This is a progress shot of one of the art pieces I’ve been working on. I hope to start sharing more about the series and the finished pieces by the end of September.
All packed and ready to go! Bon voyage!