Life on the run is my scripture. Being swept away by nomadic winds from every direction at any and every moment -- it's the only way I've ever known. It's the only way I like. I found my first steady craving for New Orleans this past Spring (how is Spring already in the past?), around Mardi Gras. But I was very much not going during Mardi Gras. Most obviously because my life was in fucking ... READ MORE
MIAMI VICE
Memorial Day Weekend had finally began. We were off the plane and into a cheap Uber, with a driver who spoke little English but had no problem embarking on a wild goose chase after liquor. With a handle of vodka, Cool Ranch Doritos, and an assortment of tums and Advil, we began a terribly humid journey to the Fontainebleu. The place is a maze, but beautiful; decorated with massive chandeliers ... READ MORE
BEACH BOUND / CARRY-ON ESSENTIALS
*Ques Will Smith* We're going to Miami! Three weeks ago I surprised my best friend with a trip to South Beach for her birthday, and we're finally hopping on the plane en route to a bunch of debauchery -- you know, just living our best fucking life. And as I've been non-stop as of late, I wanted to break down my packing method (or lack there of? TBD), and share all of the travel-size ... READ MORE
GARDEN OF THE GODS
Follow my blog with Bloglovin The moment I heard someone say "Garden of the Gods," my mind spun. Following five seconds of photo research, I declared it an emergency that we go. So we jumped in the car on a warm weekday afternoon, and with my feet on the dashboard and Smash Burger in my belly, drove an hour and half from Denver to Colorado Springs. I didn't have any expectations, but I ... READ MORE
OASIS
Winter is my nemisis, and following the events that were lamented at the end of 2016 (and per Resolutions), I quickly came to the conclusion I needed a vacation. Not a staycation, or weekend return to the wicked tundra of upstate New York, but a plane ticket that would bring me far away from that and the inevitable stress and sadness of the season. So when my hometown friend reached ... READ MORE
NYFW / JONATHAN SIMKHAI FW17
Said to have evoked the Devine, the Jonathan Simkhai Fall Winter 2017 collection premiere is still a voice of feminine reform—long after the snow-burdened streets of New York Fashion Week melted into season's past. The elaborate lace, flowing chiffon, and incomparable embroidery boasts of romance—but this collection springs beyond femininity as a delicacy. Instead, Simkhai sought to craft a ... READ MORE
ANTIQUE DÉCOR
I've looked forward to decorating my own apartment since the womb. So when I finally split from college dorms and into a kind Peruvian woman's sublet, I had one thing on my mind: Persian rugs. Also, how fucking expensive city rent is. Fortunately, the room was furnished with everything but elaborate floor threads; a bed, two closets, sunlit windows, a built-in desk and shelving, a beautiful ... READ MORE
RESOLUTIONS
Everything that could be said about 2016, has been said; for many, having been a year of desolation. In this year's defense, 2015 was personally impossible to top. And then with a widely grim review of the year that followed, the good times are difficult to remember. Even so, they're there. After four indescribable years, 2016 saw me graduate from FIT with honors. I ... READ MORE
ADRIFT
Summer is long gone—I know. The leaves have fallen into either a crisp, blood-stained or bleached death and the air is sharp through the nose but I still will not unpack my coat by means of silent revolt, as I'm far from thrilled. To me, fall is a jester's season, fluffed with unconvincing, dispensable escapades and plaid flannels; simple charades designed to distract from the brutal reality of ... READ MORE
¿BARCELONA, ME MANTENGA?
Through recent events I've realized it takes an excruciatingly long time for me to parade through present day holding the things I love most; to publicly share my visions. Partially because I'm selfish: I like my memories to replay for me while the past is still untainted by anyone else's opinion—as if its reminiscence deludes in value the moment it leaks from eager lips or otherwise, but more so ... READ MORE