off-duty

I think I've finally begun to shed my minimalistic looks of winter's past to uncover my inner off-duty model look. I'm really feeling the whole grungy, tumblr, selfie-girl swag of Cara Delevigne and M. Cyrus. Yeah, swag. I said it. They always look so effortlessly chic. Probably effortless because they really do get out of bed at noon and roll into whatever predetermined lunch date their publicist recommends. Either way, they look good. The hair undone, the T-shirt knotted like they just don't give a what. I'm digging it. Here's my take. P.S. Blogging isn't at the top of my list these days, hence this lackadaisical post. I didn't have time to dig through a thesaurus to find a cooler word for swag. Swag it is. You know, just trying to get graduated and find a job. Hire me?

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[shirt-target, vest-river island (old), skirt-target, shoes-target]

If this pose doesn't convince you to hire me, I'm not sure what else I can do.

Thanks, Austin for the photos.

if i was your boyfriend, i'd never let you go.

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Image To the jeans with a nine-inch inseam,

Thank you for finding me. I searched high on the shelves of Madewell—overpriced, but probably sturdy, and still too much for me to pay for a pair of jeans. I searched low in the recesses Gap's sale section. The fit too tight to claim to be my boyfriend's jeans. You see, I wanted  the saggy, the shredded, the "I took these right out of my boyfriend's laundry hamper and cinched them just tight enough to rest on my hips with his belt" look. Alas, I have no boyfriend to comb through dirty clothes baskets and every pair of boyfriend jeans I've found seem like they'd suffocate my metaphorical boyfriend's nether region. The boyfriend I'd steal clothes from does not wear the same jeans as me.

But I found them. Forever 21 has my back. I bought them three sizes "too big" they didn't fit just the way I wanted. They are as unflattering as I had envisioned—saggy, frumpy, ragged—and they're perfect.

xoxo,

Abbey

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[sweater-j.crew, jeans-forever21, boots-zara, bag-rm]

burrr

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IMG_0784To round out my Christmas break, I took a trip to see my lovely summer roommates in our old stomping grounds. It was so nice to see New York in all of her wintery, snowy glory. Due to the "polar vortex" sweeping across the country, mostof my carefully calculated outfits—deemed unworthy to wear to Chili's or Panera Bread at home—ended up not being able to keep out the bitter cold, thus remained at the bottom of my suitcase. However, our trip to brunch at Rosemary's and walk around Central Park proved perfect weather to sport my most prized Christmas present, my J.Crew moto skirt. I'm crossing my fingers this will be my last visit. Also, this bag is everything I've been looking for in a carry-on, carry-all, out and about bag for a couple years now. Plus it adds a punchy chic note to any drab legging/sweater look I find myself in when school starts.

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crooked corners

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Once upon a time, I accidentally decided to liken my wardrobe choices to that of an elementary school librarian; so I drug my best friend/cousin/photographer to the largest library on campus in the middle of finals week to take pictures of the aforementioned outfit.
I forgot how much I loved the smell of old books and running my hands along the shelves—stopping to check the dates inside the books with the most weathered spines. I also forgot the awful things florescent lighting can do to the imagined romanticism often trapped in the shelves of an almost 100-year-old library. Gorgas felt more mental institution than it did study haven. Although, passing through students with tired eyes and rumpled sweatpants buried in notebooks and laptop cords, I sensed the fraying of meninges.
Skipping through empty aisles, through books that probably haven't been opened in years—it was nice. Even if my reasoning for visiting an outdated school library was trite, I'm glad I was able to rekindle my appreciation for the underdog; crinkled, cream pages, bound with glue and tacked inside the crooked corners of a stamped spine. iPads don't smell like anything.
Currently reading: The Road by Cormac McCarthy
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[everything I'm wearing is old and you can't find it anywhere.]
Thanks Daniel for the photos.

black and white

When Sandy appears at the end of Grease in her all-black, skin-tight ensemble, viewers awe over her new-found curves and jaws stand ajar as she flits around the fair. When I wear all black, albeit subtly polka-dotted, leather and sans sex-pot stilettos, I get the "who-are-you-trying-to-be?" stare.

Maybe the boots are a little much paired with the leather jacket. And maybe, the plum lip comes off more punk than punchy. And just maybe the tight braids read rigged rather than refined; but with a monochromatic color palate comes attitude. Black and white read confident and put-together. My T-shirt may have an applique bow and cliché French saying, but you wouldn't question a lady's motives when swaddled in a black leather jacket.

Check out how I styled the rest of my Macy's haul on CollegeFashionista.com

[everything is from Macy's mystylelab]
Thanks, Daniel for the photos. Thanks, Austin for editing them.