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.

catz

This dress was probably meant for a 15-year-old who probably takes pictures of herself in her parents bathroom and probably has brassy highlights in her sideswept jet black bangs. But here I am—entranced by the feline print and hushed pink fabric—buying clothes I won't be able to wear outside of my college years. I will never learn.

[dress-target, belt-my grandma's, shoes-bamboo, glasses-warby parker]

#fall

The first day of classes happened. Fashion week came and went. (I wasn't there...again.) I wrote an article about UA sororities still being segregated and got to be on CNN. And now you're caught up with my life.

This fall I predict my style habits won't change all too much. I'll stick with my love of leather and punchy lipsticks and continue to sport my collection of kitschy prints and collegiate collars. I did buy a pair of white Converse to reward myself for making national news. So that's a new thing. I just don't feel bad bragging because this is most likely a once in a lifetime deal.(I obviously felt a little bit bad hence me justifying the brag.)

I do admit, I'm one of those fall-obsessed-girls who can't wait to wrap herself in copious amounts of unnecessarily floppy, cowl-neck sweaters and sip hot overpriced drinks that smell like artificial spicy-pumpkin-ish while swaddled in a mustard colored throw. I'm that girl that brought pumpkin candy to the office on the first day of autumn. I am the glasses-wearing, fall frenzied, pumpkin fanatic that so annoyingly engulfs the Internet August to December. I'm sorry. This is me repaying you...a bookish look that doesn't reveal an inkling of the season. After this, I can't promise anything. Be prepared for ribbed knits and cords.

  
[sweatshirt-3.1 phillip lim for target, skirt-express, shoes-converse, rings-uo]
Thanks, Daniel for the photos.