LITTLE ROCK'N'ROLL QUEEN
♡ everything and.....
This has been the summer of walking. I’m usually an avid bike rider, but for the warm months I’ve taken to the streets on foot! I hope to get back on two wheels for fall, since nothing beats a good bike ride on a brisk autumn day.
"And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Summer is over. No matter how hard I chase it. I was fortunate to do my fair share of exploring. I watched several beautiful sun rises, danced in dark, sweaty clubs, and guzzled cold beer. It’s hard to be too sad to see the season go when I feel like I enjoyed it the best I could.
I’ve been hiding from the internet. Did you miss me? About a month ago Jono and I took a trip to California. We explored every nook and cranny, saw a lot of shows, shot too much film, ate too many tacos, and indulged our wanderlust. When we returned back to NYC, I lost someone very close to me to cancer. I was lucky enough to say my goodbyes, but that doesn’t truly ease the pain of losing a loved one. You will never understand death and the fatality of life until you go through this. My thoughts go out to anyone who has lost someone close to them, you are not alone and you are loved. That’s all that needs to be said for now. I wish I could lay on a blanket again in Big Sur and be thankful for everything I have, because life is a fragile balance between grief and humility.
One piece swimsuits rule. I’ve managed to put on around 25 lbs since my last birthday (oops). Probably for the best, I feel so healthy and don’t look like a sickly skeleton anymore. But it’s definitely zapped my bikini strutting confidence. So I’m sticking with my new plan of wearing what makes me feel sexy, and right now it’s vintage one pieces. They are flattering for every shape and so playful. Don’t let silly insecurities ruin summer. Screw em’, what what you like. Bonus tip: one pieces hide even the cutest pot bellies :)
Looking forward. I’ve been busy working on projects that won’t happen until the end of summer since later winter. I can’t believe summer is half over. I don’t think I can do another terrible winter, I just can’t. Maybe I’ll move to LA for a few months. Apartment swap anyone?
Find beauty in even the saddest of places. The Hollywood cemetery in Richmond, Virgina is a place of history. A resting places for presidents, soldiers and families who helped establish the America. We spent the day paying our respects, wandering about the beautiful grounds, and whispering to the forgotten past that hides inside the cemetery’s gates.
It was easy to day dream about living in Richmond again. I’ve only ever given that town short little stints of my time, always distracted by bigger city woes. I think I would get bored there in about six months. But I like the idea of a simpler existence. I have a house there, one of the rooms are empty, so I could easily move on in. There’s a yard for the dog I have been yearning to get. I could ride a scooter around. Dive into the local scene, make friends, start a band. It all sounds lovely. Hiking and wandering and mountains and rivers nearby. The food is cheap. Craft beer is cheap. Shopping is cheap. But I would NYC so much. And I like to think that NYC would miss me.
Head to Toe: Swimsuit: vintage, Shorts: Vintage, Rumors
Keeping up with the Joneses . I wish my apartment in NYC had a wrap around porch and the smell of fresh cut grass. There’s something about starting your day with a cup of coffee on the porch while you wave to your neighbors that puts me at ease.
When I was 25 I bought a house. In Richmond, Virginia. Crazy, right? My life has since changed course, ya know, the whole move to NYC thing and all. But I still have the house, and have some pretty rad musicians living in it for the meantime. This past week I spent some time down in good ole’ Richmond for some rest and relaxation (I installed the jacuzzi tub a few years ago myself by the way).
I might curse the heat every night because my apartment is a hot box, but it sure makes for a nice beach day. I never used to be into coverups, but as I approach 30 (yikes), I’m trying to be more careful with my skin’s sun intake. And since I’m still in the midst of some serious gym attending to achieve my happiest, healthiest body goals, I felt more comfortable sporting a teeny bikini with a flirty shawl on top. Every one should be able to feel confident in swimwear, it’s just a matter of using fashion to making yourself comfortable and flaunting what you love about your body. Simple as that :)
Here comes the sun! Hanging out at my old stomping grounds- Rockaway Beach. I was pretty into surfing a few summers ago and basically saw every sunrise from sitting on my board out in the break. I miss being at the beach, and this trip has helped me reignite my love for The Rockaways. More beach days soon please!