New York Fashion Week Day 4

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4th day of fashion week was another busy day. To start the day we grabbed a mimosa and watched the Darkoh show, to continue our slight obsession with menswear this season. Then we checked out the Maison Kitsune presentation at the Standard. Maison Kitsune is not my style but I like when looks that aren’t typically what I would go for grab my attention, which this presentation definitely did.

Rachel and I ran into our friend and fellow blogger Eugenie of Feral Creature, and we all headed over to the Nylon party. As expected, Nylon threw an awesome party. We spent the majority of our time sipping on tequila sunrises while sit-dancing (that is, when you’ve been wearing heels for 12 hours a day every day that week and want to dance but can’t quite do it standing up) at our booth next to the DJ. I even got a chance to meet and have a few conversations with the owner of Nylon, which was definitely unexpected but awesome.

It was an insanely fun night filled with tequila and laughing and photo booth sessions, but we definitely paid for it the next day, haha.

xx

SHIRT + SHORTS by Frontrow
GREEN SHAWL by Thriftwares
BAG by Paul’s Boutique
SUNGLASSES by Incognito Eyewear
SHOES by Jeffrey Campbell
HAT by Nasty Gal

Photos by Bri Elledge

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elevated.

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worn out blogandrogynous fashionthe worn outmotel rocksthe worn outand as one last piece of advice, she said, don’t hold down the sun. and i understood it as something like this:

your brittle skin deserves to absorb the sun’s light. your veins, uninspired, crave its radiating heat. your lungs expand to the rhythm of its cycle. rising, collapsing, but breathing- a new perspective is born.

your thoughts, elevated, reach for the sun above.

x

TOP by Motel Rocks
MAXI SKIRT by Motel Rocks
BLAZER by H&M

Photos by Sam Doyle

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latch.

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“you don’t let people like that go” she said.

and i listened. with permission from my stubborn taurean ears. it’s hard not to. when i get distracted by the arch of your brows. matching the arch of your lower back. my fingertips tracing along your spine. proceeding, cautious. i am paralyzed. clench, release. a beautiful sacrifice. your presence meets mine. collided, magnetized. mesmerized by your taurean eyes. latching on to you, as advised.

x

WE HIGH 5 SHIRT by Unif
TIGHTS by Motel Rocks

Photos by Mario Pantoja

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safe haven.

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i’ve been longing for your arrival. it’s a little past 3am and you said you’ll be here by tomorrow. i know i’m a little anxious but the scratches on my neck are getting a little too itchy and i need a distraction.

so to kill time i make my way down the spiral staircase and out the back door. i stroll down the alley and stand under my favorite streetlight. i like standing under streetlights because the buzzing of the flies is a calming rhythm to me. it reminds me that they too want to be warm and surrounded.

from this haven i wonder what you’re doing. maybe putting on your favorite lipstick that matches the dark plum sweater you wore that night we both decided no one else matters. or maybe you’re standing directly in front of the headlights of an old lady’s BMW moments before she forgets to hit the brakes. like that night you were rushing to get to the train station. but instead you were left under a streetlight. just past 3am. surrounded by flies buzzing to the rhythm of this calm, breathless moment.

i’m not sure when you’re arriving, and i’m not sure why i repeat this routine every night. maybe i’m learning from this. maybe it’s true what they say:

 “that reality is never what i imagine it to be from the safe haven of introspection.”

x 

SHOES by Jeffrey Campbell
JACKET by UNIF
 SKIRT by Forever21

Photos by Rachel Lynch

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blind to the bone

blind to the bone,
i saw nothing but the pretty pattern of the pores on your back
white sheets, heat waves, bodies melt aside
you’re hot to the touch but i’m not afraid

you said you know my kind
you know exactly how we are
you said people such as i jump clouds and are starry eyed
and that we’re your favorite kind

x

GEOGRAPHER KIT TEE by Cheer Up Clothing
CLAW NECKLACE by Rings & Tings
SPIKE WEDGE by Jeffrey Campbell
 

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