transatlanticism

They don't tell you to want what you know you should want. Indigo minds fade into a hologram of consumerism details. Caught up in desiring things we never really wanted, we pursue them with the artistic passion that was meant for something greater, like pouring the beauty of our souls onto canvases and into notebooks. 

We have to fight everyday to be awake here. We have to fight to keep our eyes on the trees and the humans, and not the advertisements. 

New York becomes a different kind of jungle when you learn to live in it this way. 

x 

dress by Motel Rocks

hat by Lack of Color

jewels by Wren + Glory

sunglasses by Dior

photos by Matt XIV

the sound of settling - death cab for cutie

I've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots. The desire to be alive and in it all, down the depths of the Soho streets. But really, I'm just attracting stares, and this is Sunday, and I want a second cup of coffee. Nothing really is, it's just thinking that makes it so. 

So after wandering the avenues and letting the blue skies kiss my shoulder-blades, I'll sit back down for another cup. I'll try to write some words but nothing will come out. And instead,  I'll sit and wonder of every love that could've been. My brain is a master of "what-if" scenarios. Anything to escape from the silent stillness of this present moment. This is Sunday afternoon in Soho. 

x 

red fur coat by ASOS

romper by Motel Rocks

necklace by Wren + Glory

hat by Lack of Color

photos by Matt XIV

be careful what you set your heart upon, for it will surely be yours

I spent most of last week between photoshoots and blog work exploring my new neighborhood. I recently moved to the Upper West Side of Manhattan. Being that for the past 2.5 years of life in New York, I've prided myself on being a Brooklyn/East Village "never go above 14th street" type girl, I have to say that I was speaking from a place of complete ignorance. There is nothing more beautiful now then waking up on the West Side of Central Park and going for a long morning run through it's rolling hills. Then coming home to good coffee and a view of the Hudson River. I'm so excited to be outside of Brooklyn and really get to spend the beginning of this year exploring new stomping grounds. 

xx 

leopard coat by ASOS

playsuit by Mink Pink

red velvet boots by Y.R.U.

photos by Phillip Van Nosstrand

rock n roll suicide

 Took to the streets of the East Village last Thursday night and visited a bright pink record store, along with some other hidden gems. There's always something new to discover when you live in New York, it doesn't matter how long you've lived here, something will always sneak up on you, surprise you, humble you, and make you feel as though you've never really seen anything at all. 

xx

red fur jacket by asos

bowie shirt by gypsy warrior

sailor moon choker from the Americana Blonde collection

boots by Y.R.U.

photos by We Good Looking

she's got a such dirty mind, and it never ever stops

She don't think straight. She's got such a dirty mind, and it never ever stops. Rolling around in hotel room beds on the Lower East Side. She says the right things, she acts the wrong way. Hands into her skin like a smoking gun underneath me. I pull myself away, take a break on the balcony. Cigarettes in between fingers with chipped black polish. Another night slipped away into the darkness, the hours melt. I feel myself in you. 

You don't taste like her, you never will. And we don't read the papers and we don't read the news. We run away to Mexico, we slip underwater. We can't escape ourselves, we can't escape all the hours left in the day. 

Some things will never be different. 

Cause you know I'm on fire when you call. 

fur jacket from nasty gal

thong by for love and lemons

photos by Dustin

girl afraid - the smiths

Of course another purchase I had to make from Nasty Gal was this adorable Bow Romper. I paired it with my new Celine sunnies and this wonderful Lack of Color hat. If you haven't checked them out on instagram, you should! They're the most gorgeous hat makers out of Australia. 

Anyways, I'm super inspired and happy to be back home in New York City. I recently moved to the Upper West Side and have been enjoying my morning run in Central Park. I've got two more photoshoots this week, and I'm just feeling so inspired with Bowie's passing. He lived such a beautiful, full and creative life. I think I might stop by his house this weekend to leave some flowers or a poem. The world is overwhelming and full of beauty, you just have to shift into seeing it that way. 

x 

bow romper from Nasty Gal

sunglasses by Celine

hat by Lack of Color

photos by Christina Emilie

hard to explain - the strokes

Here's a little look I shot in the West Village yesterday. I recently had to purchase this dress off Nasty Gal while I was in Morocco. The cut and print are too magical. It's the dress I picture when I think of myself being a young artist, spending my afternoons writing poems in coffee shops. Since it was kind of cold, I paired it with some thigh-high socks and leather lace up boots. Lack of Color also send me this hat while I was away, so I really wanted to style it into a look. I think I've worn this dress three days in a row and counting, but who's really counting? 

xx 

dress from Nasty Gal

hat by Lack of Color

photos by Christina Emilie

so rich, so pretty

"I like a girl with caked up makeup. In the sunshine, smoking cigarettes to pass the time. Who wakes up to a bottle of wine on the nightstand, bites and scratches the blinds. 

Her apartment best be messy, Alisa don't mind when I call her Leslie. 

She's gotta dress with class and Jean Paul Gaultier and a Hermes bag. And four inch tips made of ostrich. Sharp enough to slit your wrists, her lips spread gossip. 

Won't say sorry when she offends, she comes over to my place in her old man's Benz. In gold and silver and jewels of all colors, and she doesn't take them off when we're tearing up the covers. 

I like a girl who eats and brings it up, a sassy little frassy with bulimia. Her best friend's a plastic surgeon, and when her beamer's in the shop she rolls the Benz. 

Manis and pedis on Sundays and Wednesdays, money from mommy, lovely in Versace. Costly sprees, it's on at Barney's, and I love to watch her go through fifty g's calmly.

She gets naught with her pilates body and thinks it's really funny when her nose goes bloody. Cause the blow is so yummy and it keeps her tummy empty and makes her act more friendly. 

Dance the night away, and she won't say nothing when she makes your man stray." 

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photos by Dustin Genereux

i'd rather waste my time in morocco

  Our trip to morocco began with a cozy evening in bed in Brooklyn. We were watching Almost Famous, one of my all-time favorite movies that I would just about do anything for. When Penny Lane said, "I've made a decision, I'm gonna live in Morocco for one year. I need a new crowd. Do you wanna come?" 

I think I took that invitation a little to realistic because the next week, my boyfriend and I were booking tickets to Morocco for the holiday. We were already looking for a place to spend the winter vacation, so this seemed as good of an idea as any. 

Just like I learned at a young age that there is so much good music to listen to, this year I began to learn that there are so many good places to see. Prior to this fall, I had only been to one other country. In December, Morocco became the fifth country I visited. 

To me, different places are like different music. They have a sound, a vibration, an image and a feeling that just stick with you. When you think back to that certain song or place, you get nostalgic for it's taste. 

For me, Morocco is by far the most beautiful song I have ever heard. I have never been to an Arab country before, so I honestly wasn't sure what to expect. At every place I went, I was greeted with such kindness and respect. I have never felt such good energy from strangers in my life. Each place treated us to the most wonderful mint tea and sweets, and that was just the hello. 

Aside from New York (my home) and Los Angeles (second home), it's hard for me to let other places in, the way it may be hard for some people to let new people in. I guess I just have such a love affair with Manhattan and sunny California, that it's like I don't have anymore room in my heart. It's like I don't want to have to fall in love with any more places and feel nostalgic for their presence. 

But this year, I made the decision to let that go and expand my perceived limitations. What I have found, is extreme beauty coming from the world around me in all shapes and sizes. And what I have witnessed in myself is intense growth. There's just something about traveling to a new place that makes you grow as a human. I can't make a detailed graph of exactly how this growth happens, but it does. 

We spent two days at a palace outside of Marrakech, one night in the desert, and four nights at Royal Mansour, a hotel that was originally created by the king for his guests visiting the country.

I learned the mannerism and traditions of Morocco. I learned what was respectful to do and what was not. I observed the people in the streets and saw them in awe of my bleach-blonde hair. What they probably didn't know, that I was in awe of them as well. I have never seen women covered up in full Hijab, the modest dress of women in Islamic culture. I looked into the eyes of many that lived such a different life, but could only see myself. 

So when the New Year rang in that warm evening in Morocco, I made a promise to myself. I promised that I would do more, see more, feel more. Because I can't help but completely believe that it is essential to my growth as a human-being. And I think Penny Lane would be proud. 

xx

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white babydoll dress by Fete

printed dress by For Love & Lemons

Morocco: instagram recap

I spent this holiday season in Morocco from Christmas Eve to New Year's Day. We landed in Casablanca on Christmas Morning, and had a short hour flight directly after that to our final destination, Marrakech. 

From the airport, we took a car about an hour outside the city to our first luxury destination, Palais Namaskar. Hands down, the most beautiful place I have ever been. We checked in, and were treated to some of the best tea I've ever had, (I soon learned that Morocco was the king of tea.) To avoid any jetlag, we went to the spa first. Magically hidden within the palace-like structures of Namaskar, we entered into our treatment. We first were washed in a Moroccan hamman, which is like a steam room where Moroccans go habitually to clean themselves. I've never felt so clean in my life, haha. And we were washed with all kinds of magical essences and herbs. After the wash, we headed into a beautiful candlelit room where we got a very soft and relaxing massage. 

That night at Namaskar, we dressed up with what we had (our luggage was stuck in Casablanca), and went to the french restaurant at the hotel. I had my first traditional moroccan tajine, which are slow cooked dishes usually served in this weird shaped cone-thing with couscous on the side. That night we played around in our beautiful hotel room (pictures to come) and swam naked in our private pool, hehe! 

The next day we were served the most beautiful breakfast right by the pool palace. We adventured the Palais grounds that day and took so many pictures. We sipped champagne, tea, and tried new dishes and Moroccan sweets, ending our day laying fireside in our hotel room. 

The next day we woke up early to head out to the desert. We stayed at the beautiful, Scarabeo Camp, which I highly recommend. The camp is located one hour outside of Marrakech in the Agafay desert. It's a very remote and private location, there is nothing else for miles. Upon our arrival, we were served more delicious tea (perhaps our favorite of the trip) with delicious Moroccan sweets. After we snapped some photos and took in the moment, we took some camels for an hour long ride through the desert. That camel ride was probably one of the happiest moments of my life, I've never felt so free, but learning so much at the same time.

That night they served us a delicious tajine, both meat and vegetables and some lovely Moroccan red wine. We snuck an extra bottle of red wine back to our tent and got super silly. I couldn't really use my phone, so we played games like truth or dare and hide and seek. It was so silly but so wonderful. 

That next morning we headed to our final destination in the city, Royal Mansour. The most beautiful mind-blowing hotel I have ever seen, at first I wasn't sure if it was real. And if I wasn't already in a dream state, John Legend and his gorgeous wife, checked in at the same time as us! 

We were escorted to our three story riad, equipped with gorgeous moroccan doors and elegance. There was a private pool on our roof and a dressing room fit for a king and queen. Despite falling a bit ill, we were able to adventure the city and visit other riads. We spent four magical days in the city of Marrakech. We ate in the local food stalls, and walked the streets. I liked played dress up every day in sunglasses, dresses and fur. 

I've got lots more photos to come from my camera + film camera, so stay tuned! 

xx