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Wannabe Beauty Blogger, Pt. 2

By on Jan 31, 2016 in Worn Threads | 52 comments

Cheers to a new year! I know… we’re like… a month in, but I find it comical whenever I scroll past the recycled tweet of “This was a trial month. My year starts February 1st.” Agreed! Ha! It’s not as if I’ve suffered a rough beginning or anything, but the weeks leading up to this year mostly consisted of 10-hour shifts for countless consecutive days, so, I’m just now experiencing “2016”. Surely, you are all over my New York nostalgia, but I still have a week worth of pictures to post on IG… #sorrynotsorry. lol. Chill. (: On the other hand, I’m ready to get back into my blogging routine with this post, another wannabe beauty blogger attempt.     I’m no expert, though given the opportunity to critique Lindi Specialty Skincare, I hesitantly accepted the challenge. “Clinically proven to soothe even the most compromised skin”, I wondered how my sensitive, irritation prone face & body would react. Now, some of you may be shaking your head to this little experiment. I certainly did for a couple of weeks before gaining the courage, especially since my skin is FINALLY witnessing clearness after an unruly two month stretch—mostly caused by overwork & stress. Once the wild wave of business passed, I snapped out of my exhausted, sluggish state & got back in the swing of things: diet, exercise, meditation, sleep. Clear skin is a lifestyle, & not to be too vain… however, few things make me happier than this! :D Therefore, after a week of bliss, I figured this was the perfect moment to put Lindi to the test. If things went awry, all I had to do was turn back to my trusty natural routine. (;     “The Face”: On the first day, I began my trial with Lindi’s Face Wash while taking my morning shower to allow for a surrounding featuring plenty of water just in case I felt any burning or irritation. My skin is so unpredictable. :( I’m never quite sure what triggers breakouts half of the time. I opened the packaging’s seal & placed a cautious portion of the thin film in the palm of my hand. The texture was similar to a liquid with a slightly greater thickness than water. I closed my eyes, lightly massaging my face for about thirty seconds or more & thoroughly rinsed. I examined my face in the mirror for an obnoxious amount of time & did not see any adverse effects. Success! Although, I proceeded with my regular face moisturizer: avocado oil & water. With all of the horrible experiences I’ve had in the past, I had to play it safe!     Later in the evening, I still did not notice any negative alterations to my skin. I proceeded with my regular routine of washing my face with a natural oil & using a toner to remove any excess dirt before moisturizing with Lindi’s Lavender Face Serum before bed. I was impressed with the qualities of this nutrient rich ointment. It was silky, but not slippery; shiny, but not greasy; & smooth, but not too soft. The scent had a subtle hint of lavender overpowered by more citrus tones. The next morning, I washed my face with a more generous portion of Lindi’s Face Wash before my shower & applied Lindi’s Face Moisturizer afterwards. I was feeling a lot more confident about the skincare & decided to utilize the wash & lotion together… no disaster thus far! Yet, I continued with the same routine before bed as the day prior. On the third day, I only used Lindi products rather than mixing them with my regular routine. This was the real test! My skin maintained the same level of clearness as it did prior to using Lindi & possibly had a bit more of a glow? (: Hmm…     “The Body”: On the fourth day, I started using Lindi’s Body Wash. I decided to space out my use of the goods in order to prevent any potential breakouts even going so far as applying the washes & moisturizers to my hands before spreading them all over my entire body. As my trust increased, so did my enjoyment. Lindi’s Body Wash left my skin feeling sleek. At first, I was skeptical since the wash did not lather immediately, yet I was not surprised because I did not experience any foaminess with Lindi’s Face Wash. Soon enough, the bubbles ignited; & although the suds did not form as fast as other soaps in comparison, they lasted much longer. My washcloth subsequently felt a bit velvety too! I rinsed in the shower longer than usual, sure the sleekness would wear off. The feeling did not even begin to fade until I dried off with a towel. I wondered how different the results would have turned out if I air dried? I then moisturized with Lindi’s Body Lotion. The cream was thick & super absorbent. I continued my face & body routine for a few more days until I depleted my trial’s supply.     What I cherished most is the fact that Lindi Specialty Skincare did not overdo scents. The smells were subtle or nearly nonexistent. Yet, as a fragrance-free regular, I notice even the faintest aura; & the best way I can describe Lindi’s essence is curative: it smells of something that’s serious about getting to work,...

New York Is My Boyfriend, Pt. 2

By on Jan 16, 2016 in Worn Threads | 64 comments

“I got to thinking about fate. That crazy concept that we’re not really responsible for the course our lives take, it’s all predestined, written in the stars. Maybe that explains why, if you live in a city, where you can’t even see the stars, your love life tends to feel a little more random. And even if our every man, every kiss, every heartache, is pre-ordered from some cosmic catalogue, can we still take a wrong step and wander off our own personal milky way? I couldn’t help but wonder, can you make a mistake and miss your fate?” – Carrie Bradshaw, Sex in the City     i paused another moment, lost, not knowing which direction to go, not knowing what i would miss if i steered myself right or if i strayed left. overwhelmed with the possibilities, bodies continuously rushed passed, & i soon realized i was among them. but, i did not want to keep up with the new york pace. i was a tourist without shame. i took my sweet time capturing as much of each moment as possible because these were instances i would not experience twice, at least, not in the same way. i could only think of all of the landmarks i must reach, all of the streetstyle i must see, all of the cuisine i must taste, all of the time i could not waste. i felt a weird mix of outward composure & underlying hysteria. luckily, i did not let my mood affect the tour. i ogled, losing myself in skyscrapers & dirty sidewalks, but soon approached a cross street that was ever so familiar: columbus & broadway. central park!!!     the excursion only began here. i could’ve spent hours exploring the park, yet i soon stumbled upon the zoo! it’s been so long since i’ve visitied such a place. everything was lovely, an oasis amidst an interurban area. what more could i ask for? i saw the creatures of the earth in an hour or less. each section of the wildlife reservation represented various continents: penguins of antarctica, snow leopards of asia, bears of north america, reptiles of australia. from rainforest to aquarium to highland, i traveled the world before suppertime. i would’ve sat in the garden for days, but it was nearing closing hours & future sites of the itinerary were to be met.     i was surprised by the next location, one of the largest collections of mastery in my country, the metropolitan museum of art (the met). exhibitions did not feature beginnings or ends. seperated by regions & eras, i voyaged through time & space. the met was surely a place i did not mind being misplaced. while my mind escaped me, i wondered where i’d wind up? what would be featured in the next showcase? allegorization? externalization? derealization? during my tour, i was certain much was missed. a couple of hours in an evening was a tease. i longed for years, at least a month dedicated to each room. in that way, i could stroll through, study each craft, research the biographies of all of the artists featured, read inspirational quotes of their contemporary dreams, brainstorm all the ways in which they got to where they are today… & how i can do so myself.     weary & overcome with enlightenment after scavenging the museum for a few hours, i was struck to see the darkened skies of early evening. a city bus pulled up alongside the curb, & i witnessed another opportunity to experience nyc transit. at this point, no plans were set in stone. my stomach grumbled. i peered through the window, skimming each block in search of an authentic east coast meal i could not find elsewhere. my appetite was forgotten once i realized we were approaching times square–but, of course, i made a quick stop at inatteso, because… pizza. (; at last, my steps envied those of natives. coming from vegas, i’m accustomed to big, bright lights, but never had i seen any at such heights.     with so many entertainment options to choose from & promoters haggling at each doorway, my eyes were struck by an ever so family three letter phrase “lol”, a impromptu comedy parlor. you all may very well know i possess a profound appreciation for comedic writers, often daydreaming of fooling others into being one myself; therefore, after passing the venue for a second time during an hour of indecisiveness, i persuaded my better half & a club host into compromising on a bargain that seemed too good to be true…     …& so it was. what we did not pay in ticket sales winded up being accounted for via an overpriced beverage menu & a two drink minimum. though, we did share hysterical laughter. ny froze in the span of two hours indoors. missing the warmth of the swindling bar, i grabbed a hotdog from a street stand in front of the rockefeller center & hurriedly approached the underground chambers of the subway. perhaps to make my trip more realistic, the train was delayed.     i feel under a spell once my head hit the pillow. never had i been so satisfied with exhaustion. awakened by a violent wind the following afternoon, i rose to weak legs & throbbing feet. i suppose my body was not ready for a...

New York Is My Boyfriend, Pt. 1

By on Dec 18, 2015 in Style Philosophy, Worn Threads | 78 comments

“The Island Of Manhattan is a cozy village populated by more than seven million fascinating individuals who all behave like they own the sidewalk. But, lately, it seemed as if the entire city had been magically reduced to only two people… us. Four-hour conversations flew by in the space of fifteen minutes, & a few days apart felt like weeks. I realized that Einstein’s Law of Relativity would have to be amended to include a special set of rules, those to explain the peculiar effects of infatuation.” – Carrie Bradshaw, Sex in the City     sometimes i wonder if it really even happened… oh! new york, i’ve been dreaming of you my entire life, somebody pinch me! lol. another impulsive trip turned into a life-changing moment. days before my birthday, i soon experienced the effects of aging. it was the first year i was without plans for the upcoming weekend, the october celebrations i long for each & every year. scorpio season seemed to be against me & travel immediately became the only satisfactory response.     my anticipated adventure finally provided me with a legitimate excuse to complete my f/w shopping. a triumphant twenty-sixth year on this glorious earth didn’t seem to be a proper justificaton. i find the beginning of mid-fall to be the perfect time to gather clothing to add to my collection. tbh, as noted in earlier posts, i prefer to start browsing in july. pre-season sales are among the best since pricing is reasonable & stock is high—once august hits, inventory plunges due to “back-to-school”. anywho, i found myself straying from malls, preferring the more intimate setting of a local boutique or a discounted warehouse. i tried on oversized outerwear, knitted beanies, sweater dresses, velvety gloves, & cushiony boots, all the while daydreaming of shoving my way down blocks & avenues. i refused to be defeated or distracted by the cold weather.     once my wardrobe was settled, i quickly packed & started to build my itinerary. i would usually just wing such things or leave it to the friends i visit, yet i wanted to make sure i saw all the state had to offer in my ten day stay. time escaped me in the days leading up to the big apple. next thing i knew, i was shuffling through the mccarran maze & on a plane. unfortunately, there was a layover in minneapolis where i did not receive the warmest welcome from locals or airport staff. i figured it was too early & we were all overdue for a coffee or two. three short hours later, i was landing at jfk & soon headed to long island.     i would’ve loved to spend the first day in the city, but after the commotion of three airports & worn out travel gear, i was ready to shower & change… maybe even take a nap since it was sunday, after all. the drive was alluring. as i sat in the back seat on the new york highway, i thought, “well, this is quite nice. what a life.” jittery with excitement, i bobbed my head to the featured playlist. it was so east coast, the perfect complement to the early afternoon cruise. the season was nearing the middle of autumn. i took in the scenery of yellow gold & burnt orange stained trees arching over the sky & stony brick bridges that were probably constructed centuries ago.     at last, i reached my destination, a cute little cottage in central islip i’d call my home for the next number of days. i mean, technically, it most likely wasn’t a cottage, yet the exterior was irresistibly charming sitting atop piles of leaves which slowly twirled in the air like a synchronized dance prior to hitting the ground. random heads of gnomes peaked through the mountains of leaflets in various corners of the vast landscape. where was i? the quarters could easily be mistaken as the setting of my modern day fairy tale.     past daydreams of new york always consisted of the city, the hustle & bustle of taxis excessively beeping their horns, deliciously greasy carb-filled snacks on every corner, the heavy accents of locals yelling at you for bumping into them as they hurriedly shoved past, disappearing down the stairs of the subway station. of course, i knew there were suburbs & more rural areas, but these are not the visions that immediately come to mind. i cherished the serenity of the long island outskirts, yet i yearned for the excitement of the metropolis.     hastily tossing around numerous combinations of layers, i attempted to dress for my city debut as a taxi awaited outside. i ended up wearing black jeans, a fitted denim blouse, & a pair of sneakers. eh! so basic. ha. my outfit woes were soon brushed aside as i stepped out of the passenger car & onto the steps leading to the long island railroad, or, as the natives say, the “l-i-double r (lirr)”. of all modes of transportation, these railways filled me with the most joy. the subway train was full of interesting characters including staff sporting vintage formal conductor uniforms. the garments never ceased to impress me each time my card was punched at a major stop. wide-eyed, i gazed out the window, receiving a glimpse of each bureau passed every few minutes....

Octoberfest!

By on Nov 21, 2015 in Style Philosophy, Worn Threads | 74 comments

“October, crisp, misty, golden October, when the light is sweet and heavy.” — Angela Carter, The Magic Toyshop There’s nothing like it, the most beautiful month that I miss so, so much. As you all may very well know, October is my favorite time of year. The month begins with soft breezes & shuffling layers & ends with my birthday & Halloween. Last month was a bit warmer, rainier, & windier, than usual. I constantly felt as if I was never quite properly dressed, or I would find myself daydreaming of a warmer outfit I thought I missed out on styling during the summer. Now that I think about it, I should’ve done so with the addition of hosiery. Oh well… lol. All & all, I firmly stood by my #ootd mood board of black, grey, plum, bordeaux, & orange. Every day of October calls for festive wear.     Of all fall trends, I believe legwear is the most anticipated change in my wardrobe during the season. Pantyhose & leggings are right up my alley since I’m “anti-pants” & believe a cute printed tight adds so much life & personality to an outfit, when styled correctly & confidently. On this particular occasion, I was gifted with goodies from Kushyfoot just in time for my upcoming celebrations. Due to the spirit of the season, I decided to pair the spider web-like fishnet fashion tights with a basic black & grey-sleeved men’s baseball jersey as I lounged around my condo & added a splash of spooky decor to the space.     I was surprised to find the tights had a massaging sole, something I have yet to experience with any other pantyhose. Kushyfoot products offer comfort & quality at affordable price points ($10 or less!). Besides legwear, the company specializes in flats-to-go, socks, shoe cushions, as well as foot & toe covers, to name a few! It wasn’t until I put on my combat boots that I truly felt the impact of the velvety sole. It was delicate & durable, even within my most worn & snug pair of boots, a pleasant surprise. The end of Octoberfest left me heartbroken. Yet, the next weekend I travelled to New York for a couple of weeks. The foot covers & socks were among the first items I packed since I envisioned myself lost among crowds in the city. I didn’t want any discomfort to interfere with that!! lol. I was sure the addition of these small pieces would have a huge impact. Anywho, anyone care to reminisce of Halloween & pumpkin patches? How has autumn been treating you all?     P.S. I’m so behind on my blog posts you will probably hear nothing of The Big Apple until next year. ha, but smh. & You may have noticed some changes to my blog. This post & future drafts will be much different from the past… most likely no more dramatic sequels *tears*, due changes in photography. Unfortunately this was my last shoot with Ryan before he moved to LA for a bigger & brighter future along the coastlines of California. A bit envious & torn & anxious of what my life would be like without one of my closest friends & favorite creative ally, I’ve spent the past few weeks brainstorming various ways to personalize my blog without sacrificing it’s integrity… still up in the air, but I am lucky to be in possession of one of Ryan’s most prized items, the lens we all seem to be so fond of. :D I’ve been asked what type of camera & lens he uses in nearly every post, so I was sure to capture it in my bedroom mirror. It’s a Canon EOS Rebel T3i 18.0 MP DSLR Camera with an EF 50mm f/1.4 USM lens. Please don’t ask me what any of this means. I can barely manage the settings, but I’m excited to do some research & teach myself a bit more about the craft since I’ve mastered #iphotography. Time for a new challenge....

over the weekend, vol. ix

By on Oct 14, 2015 in Style Philosophy, Worn Threads | 86 comments

this post stands as a structural collage of my summer. i know, it’s october, why am i still talking about last season?! lol. well, it’s pretty evident that i’m a procrastinator… i mean, perfectionist (sounds so much better… ha!). & the other day, i finally uploaded all of the pictures from my phone, before updating it for the first time in like, a year (i stopped receiving texts—that was the last straw! haa!); & i fell into nostalgia. there were so many beautiful memories attached to each photograph, john mayer’s “3×5” subtly played in the background; that was my cue to share them.     i spent a great deal of time alone, twirling through ballet classes, roaming around galleries, craving any type of inspiration. i did all of the things i longed to do with someone else by myself, & i never would’ve imagined what an impact it had on me. i found comfort in content, a calming excitement causing my heart to race in a much different way, not the panicky thrill, but the anxious realization that there was so much more out there for me to see. i forgot what i was waiting for. the right time is nonexistent.     i frequented cafes & book stores. i found quiet corners to doodle & write. the smell of espresso & pages is euphoric! i became a bit of a better writer & blogger & observer everyday. i watched others for character development. i submitted my articles to magazines. despite the fact that most entries were rejected, i refused to wonder what could’ve been. without expectation, i was hopeful while also ensuring my dignity or sense of self were not on the line based upon the results. “there are plenty more publications,” i thought. my opportunity will come. :D     i ate well, tasting entrees influenced by various cultures, always wondering what it would be like to relish in a more authentic version of the dish. i reconnected with old friends, getting a glimpse of my past self, recognizing how much i have grown, & pleased that some aspects of others never change. my besties & i wined & dined ourselves (on the type of dates we knew we were rightfully deserving of).     i enjoyed bbqs & bonded with my friends’ pets, daydreaming of a little companion of my own. i’m still searching for my black exotic shorthair, certain he/she will make my life complete. (: it’s so hard to find a breeder, & once that task is complete, i must travel to the destination of my future kitty bff due to laws requiring the purchase to be made in person. my peers are having babies… i’m trying to adopt a cat. lol.     i cherished weekends off, regularly staycationing at the red rock casino, resort, & spa, occupying a different floor each trip, often overlooking the canyon & swimming areas. i embraced the pool bum lifestyle without shame. i became a huge fan of the resort’s shrimp ceviche. nom nom nom!     i preferred the fremont street experience over the las vegas strip, admiring street art, searching for food trucks, & playing drunken games in gold spike’s backyard. it was such a relief to be able to throw on a dress & some sneakers instead of pretending to be cute & comfortable in heels. imagine how much better my dance moves were. (: lol.     i closed my eyes & swayed to the eery guitar strings of chelsea wolfe at backstage bar & billiards. i tend to overlook the cutesy clubs & lounges downtown since they’re so minimal & tucked away. from this night on, i was ready for fall, halloween & all. the opening acts of the concert were extraordinary. i boldly went to the dj booth to request the playlist. i was set on recapturing these vibes. dj fish was thrilled to share his craft as we chatted & admired his collection of records with googly eyes. he introduced me to the sounds of merchandise & soviet soviet, which i’m still obsessing over! ahhh—music. ♥     i attended the magic convention, not for a sponsor, or to work the event, but to represent my blog! for some reason, the turnout did not quite compare to previous years. but, i was surrounded by fellow bloggers & fashion mavens, which was more than enough. ;D surprisingly, i was most captured by the seminar series. fashion snoop’s trend gallery was by far my favorite discussion & display!     i fully committed to my fall wardrobe by nyfw. although fashion week(s) always leave me yearning for the previous seasons… i live for layers. & as much as i adore the heat of s/s, i revel in creating warmth with overlapping fabrics, esp. leather! several of the pieces i snagged were not captured here, yet i’m sure you’ll see them featured in my blog posts within the next month… or on instagram… or on tumbr. (: okay, so i’m trying to recruit a squad for a halloween costume theme. what are we going to be guys?!! lol. in las vegas, costumes usually consist of your favorite lingerie + some animal ear accessory, but i want to do something sexy, but maybe kind of silly as well… suggestions?!     until next weekend… (;...

Blogger-versary, Year 2!

By on Sep 28, 2015 in Style Philosophy, Worn Threads | 86 comments

September marks the two year Blogger-versay of Connect-the-Cloths! Cheers! Unlike last year, there was no sudden catastrophe that granted me an epiphany during a life-changing moment. & I’m not going to detail strict terms I wish to abide by for the upcoming year. I remember how stressed I used to be when it came to my blog. Ha! I was so eager & ready for more. Now, I’m a bit more confident, assured it will all fall into place… in due time. So, instead, I’m going to do my best to maintain & improve what I already have going on throughout this next year. I’m proud of myself for creating a new blogging series—that seems to be going well. Although, I am still behind since I have photographs of concerts & other miscellaneous events that took place over the summer, & it is now autumn. What?! Yet, I’ll probably end up shoving all of the content in one post in order to move forward with my favorite holiday: the birthday (next month)!     As I promised myself last year, I made my way back to Lake Las Vegas as a finale to summer. It’s always such a phenomenal place to enjoy the last days of the season. My gorgeous sage cover-up gifted by Zaful complemented the atmosphere quite well. I thought I would receive a 3/4 Sleeves Side Slit Asymmetrical Wrap Dress, yet it turned out to be a sheer belted cover-up which gave me a short-lived styling panic, since I had been daydreaming of the outfit days before it was shipped. Shopping online is tough! I quickly realized this would be the perfect opportunity to put one of my American Apparel leotards to use. I had no intentions of getting in the water, & one-pieces seemed to have been a big thing this past season. I personally have a love for bikinis, as long as my body’s cooperative. lol. I’m pretty sure this is mostly due to the fact that I’m obsessed with mixing & matching sets.     I’m already determined to wear this transparent gown again. Next time, I’ll be sure to use a skinny belt of my own since the coordinating ribbon had a mind of its own. There was no loop to hold it in place; therefore, I declined to use many photographs due to it being out of symmetry. ☹ I was really excited to get back to my accessory roots in this post with a stunning bracelet & hat (which I could literally wear every day, overly infatuated) from Windsor as well as my classic striped clutch by Coach. How long have you all been blogging? Please share any tips or secrets for long-term success! I’m also open to personally answering questions in relation to this beautiful hobby, even though I’m still such a novice when it comes to blogland.       – Photography Crafted by Ryan Pidgeon –...

over the weekend, vol. iii

By on Aug 30, 2015 in Style Philosophy, Worn Threads | 74 comments

weeks later… miami! lol. i know i’ve been dropping hints of my trip for the past couple of months, & i have just now brought myself to write the post. at first, i was going to rob you of my words, simply including only the first three along with visuals. yet, as each day passes, i realize my memories are fading. & although my travels were the least of what i expected, in the future, i may wish to remember the details i still frequently find myself daydreaming of to this day.     it all started one bored & anxious summer afternoon flirting with the idea of summer travels, but never actually believing any destination on my wanderlust list would become a reality. the next day, i found myself booking a flight & hotel as well as beginning the packing process—which is always, actually, a lot of fun to me… outfits! ;D naturally, frustration comes along with deciding which liquid beauty products will tag along during the journey, since i was determined to only bring a carryon during my four-day stay. luckily, i find myself being a naturalista during the summer causing concealers, & foundations, & the likes, to be excluded (they are rarely used throughout the year anyhow). to be honest, it did take me about four attempts to master shoving all of my goodies into a hefty storage bag to accommodate the tsa’s “3-1-1” rule. i wanted to avoid being delayed at any security checkpoint at all costs.     mccarran international airport is a bit of a maze compared to other cities. las vegas is a première tourist destination, after all. consequently, i would never recommend attempting to shy away from arriving approximately 90-minutes prior to your departure. you never know what to expect. this city is unpredictable in more ways than one… my flight boarded early & took off as scheduled. i did experience a bit of a layover in charlotte, north carolina, around 6 a.m. where i was able to admire the sunrise amongst the vast greenery as we reached the landing field. less than an hour later, i was on my next flight & soon enough… miami, florida!     struck by a lovely but humid breeze, i knew what my top distraction would be: my hair. as refreshing as the air quality in florida may be, i did miss how accustomed the mane came to be with the dry heat. it didn’t know if it wanted to go for curls or frizz or what. i was in awe of anyone that was able to maintain a straight “do”, wondering of their styling secrets. at the time, my tour guide was vested in our mutual interests causing the first stop to be a creative district of sorts, wynwood arts complex–after coffee & a hearty breakfast. (: *gasp* my gosh—i was blown away! honestly, speechless. although, i found myself awkwardly trying to play it cool & contain my excitement… it tends to be overwhelming for those who do not know me so well. yet, before we fully delved into the graffiti, we perused around a gallery or two… & this is where i finally broke the ice via humiliation, of course! lol.     i can never contain myself when necessary, especially while engaged in something i’m overly passionate of. as we entered the first destination, lulu laboratorium, there was a piece i instantly saw with a crocodile skin canvas? no—it can’t be, i thought, in a daze, before committing the utmost sin & touching it… yes! t-o-u-c-h-i-n-g it. mortified, with a pinch back into reality posing as the voice of the associate exclaiming, “ma’am… that’s like 15k.” i wanted to cry, but i figured the next best thing would be to make a quick exit or quietly hide in a corner. my acquaintance wouldn’t allow it. lol. i searched for comfort. i hoped i was not a complete embarrassment to this up-&-coming artist of various crafts who frequented the shop. & what made it worse is the conversation i had to pretend to be engaged in afterwards. even more cruel, the comment: “she’s from las vegas.” what was that supposed to mean? i was full of defense, feeling more inferior by the moment, since nevadans are often considered amongst the most cultureless bunch in the nation, which is extremely false, by the way. i swear those minutes felt like hours. as we departed & i longingly glanced at some outerwear, my friend chuckled stating, “i think you can touch the clothes.” -__- i was relieved when the gallery owner at robert fontaine’s possessed an unimpressed air in regards to our presence, completely ignoring our existence. phew, what a relief. (: i needed to feel as if i had disappeared for a moment.     oh, but the clumsiness did not end here. nope. i had a second opportunity to make a fool of myself with legs tangled in a citibike that was entirely too tall & bulky for my five foot frame & unseasoned riding skills. yes, it is true: i learned to ride in a one day session with my best’s older sister (the summer prior to eight grade… teehee), & i have made no subsequent attempts until this day. ha! i was a magnet to any luxury vehicle in sight causing me to tilt my weight in the opposite direction...

More Than Me, Pt. 2

By on Aug 7, 2015 in Style Philosophy, Worn Threads | 110 comments

All that I do is a representation of myself: wants, needs, lacks, questions, beliefs. Yes, there have been opportunities I’ve had the privilege of reaping the benefits of due to blogging, but they have been earned & negotiated. & I certainly do not agree to every sponsor, as much as that may cause some of you to cringe. Once I joined blogland, I didn’t want to be like anyone else. When it comes to anything in life, I never do. I yearn for distinction. Not to the point where I’m losing myself, bending over backwards, but just enough to make you wonder. Never quite satisfied with blending in with the crowd, I find myself seeking separation, & I’m usually able to do so via over-achieving, but when you find there is really no one left to compete with other than your past self, then what? Eric Coly really challenged me to explore this inquiry in posing as one of the few ambassadors of Le Dessein. As feminine & empowering as the collection may be, even more beauty lies in what it represents.     Baffled, I didn’t know where to begin… Le Dessein… What does that even mean? “The origin of the name is a play on two French words: Le Dessein (‘luh deh – saN’), meaning a project, and its synonym, Le Dessin, with the exact same pronunciation, which means a drawing or design. Simply said, they are engaging in a Project about Design! At Le Dessein, the primary objective is to provide customers with stunning pieces of clothing, which reflect power, confidence, & compassion – the greatest qualities of humanity, in their opinion. Consistent with their fashion values & vision, it is the company’s social objective to empower girls in developing countries by supporting their access to education.” Eric spoke of it all with such determination.     On any given day, the great majority of my time is spent admiring & absorbing. I can’t help but keep track of the moments, as I am just months away from another celebrated year of blogging & other life joys… creeping past the cute twenty-something years… edging towards those dreadful thirties where I’ll be expected to have “it” somewhat together, I can’t help but wonder what type of impact I’m leaving behind, if any at all. I can’t help but think of how selfish I am spending the past decade being completely consumed by self-improvement, never quite reaching a level of gratification. It’s hard to think of what we have as privileged, the simple things they’re always telling us to be grateful of: food, shelter, water, education, love. It’s nearly impossible to imagine a place in 2015 where our taken-for-granteds are not givens. & Although there are individuals in our country that do not possess these life essentials, I rather not fall into that debate at this time. Besides the region Le Dessein advocates, there is a greater issue that’s being addressed, one that I hold the most dear to my heart of all civil rights, those of women.     “Young girls in developing nations have not been given the attention they highly deserve in education. Yet they have the undeniable power to help uplift their communities out of poverty through education and the earning power it will generate. The following 7 Vital Facts only emphasize this:” 1. Two-thirds of the 774 million illiterate people in the world are female. 2. More than 65 million 6 to 12-year old girls are currently not in school in the developing world. 3. If all girls had a secondary education, there would be 65% fewer child marriages. 4. Almost 60% fewer girls would become pregnant under 17 years in Sub-Saharan Africa as well as South & West Asia if they all had a secondary education. 5. If all women had a secondary education, 3 million children’s lives under the age of 5 would be saved every year. 6. A woman with 6 or more years of education is more likely to seek prenatal care, assisted childbirth, & postnatal care, reducing the risk of maternal & child mortality & illness. 7. When women & girls earn income, they reinvest 90% of it into their families, as compared to only 30% to 35% for a man.     Inspired by the strong female influences of his life, especially in regards to his immediate family, Eric desired to have an impact in altering such statistics. Instilled with the practicality of education’s importance over his idealistic chic aspirations, he paved his way into the fashion community while supporting himself as a banker. Over time, he began to focus more & more of his attention on his designs, & Le Dessein grew to be what it is today with “25% of all profits being donated to girls’ school tuition in Liberia, & soon in other countries. Students at the More Than Me Academy in Liberia create the artwork that adorns the clothing. The academy’s mission is to make sure education & opportunity, not exploitation & poverty, define the lives of the most vulnerable girls from the West Point Slum of Liberia. When she graduates, she will decide what comes next for her life.”     Primarily inspired by the Black Onyx Bracelet gifted by Eric, I fell into the realms of a rare simplistic styling moment in regards to color choice, a neutral pairing of black...

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