Last week, I had a conversation with a man many years my senior who essentially related to me that he would not date me because he was afraid of falling in love with me. I say essentially because there was another element to our conversation, but not one I need to share here. What struck me in the days after his confession was how sad life must be for those who are afraid of feeling. I can’t even count how many times I’ve been in love because I love easily and often. But I can tell you how many times I’ve had my heart broken – once. Though I’m still recovering half a year later, I can say with absolute certainty that if I could go back and erase everything that happened, to spare the hurt, the disappointment, and all the broken pieces that have now become part of who I am and have inevitably spilled over into my current relationships, I wouldn’t. True, falling in love is risky business. Hearts are fragile, for some people more than others. But love is the most glorious reward for taking a risk. And even if it doesn’t end up the way you planned, its almost always worth the ride. You feel it in your heart, you feel it in your bones, you feel it in your soul. And that is just too good to ever regret.
Harley Davidson tee from LF, Spell & the Gypsy Collective shorts, Rebecca Minkoff bag, Zara sandals, Illesteva sunnies
In my past life, I imagine I was a rockstar – a brilliant mix of Rihanna and Mick Jagger. Remnants of that life remain. I don’t like to comb my hair – in fact, I don’t comb it. When I take photos, I purposely mess it up, only to have the photographer point out a hair that is purposely disheveled and insist I put it back in place. I love black nail polish, even more so when its chipped, and I could live in a quilted leather jacket, leather pants, vintage tees, and booties. I don’t smoke, but I think nothing in life is sexier than Kate Moss dragging on a cigarette. I like a little bit of sloppiness, tattoos, song lyrics, skulls, and rocking out. I plan on having boy/girl twins and naming them London (my boy) and Jagger (my baby girl). And I really like to fucking feel things, even pain, kind of like most real artists – it’s inspiring and I think uninspired is the most unhappy place to be. So maybe its not just remnants – its a little bit who I am. And yet, oddly I feel like nobody knows. But thats kind of rockstar too.Read More
Survived another Valentine’s Day. It’s a funny holiday because even though its nobody in particular, and just maybe society in general, its the one day of the year where you feel sort of shamed for being single. And this is coming from a girl who spent twelve of the last 15 Feb. 14th’s in a relationship. So single is probably not a bad place to be. Besides I had the best night ever. It’s true what they say – some things always happen when you least expect it. I am being intentionally vague. Hope all of you had a fabulous weekend surrounded by people who love you! Happy Monday! xoxoRead More
Stella McCartney jeans, Zara blouse, Chloe bag, AllSaints pumps, Ray-Ban sunnies, YSL ring
I love 70’s fashion, so I’m thrilled for spring! Definitely going to work the 70’s into my Coachella wardrobe as much as humanly possible. Happy Monday kids! xoxoRead More
Helmut Lang blazer, Manolo Costa shirt, Paige jeans, Prada bag, AllSaints bag
There are a few wardrobe staples that every woman should invest in – a properly fitted black blazer is one of them. You can tell the difference between one that has been made with care and one that will fall apart. This Helmut Lang is the former, not the latter. It wasn’t cheap, but I’ve already worn it with enough different outfits to justify the cost.
photographs by Manuel Vinicio http://www.manuelvinicio.com/Read More