A work in progress but it's safe to say I'm in love with my first apartment!
Straying from the #MirrorPics and stepping into the slightly less basic (but still embarrassing) other-people-take-your-pic-for-you world. *If you are an intern that runs to the post office every five minutes, do not wear shoes like these (#Blisters4Days)*
- KT I’ve been MIA from my tiny (unread?) corner of the blogosphere for the last couple of weeks due to the headache-inducing, hair-ripping-out process of finding a new place to live. My roommates and I had decided to make the big jump to real city living—no dorm room included. Sounds simple right? Find some places online, check them out and rent the one you like. Hah. Hahaha. Hah. No. Firstly, everything looks different online. You think you can fit two twin beds in that “queen sized” bedroom? Yeah, good luck even fitting one in there. Think you’re just going to pay month-to-month rent? Lol, no. Throw in a broker fee ($$$), a security deposit, an application fee and a guarantor application fee, plus first months rent. Then remember the fact that Manhattan real estate is some of the most expensive in the country, and you have some pretty bleak chances of finding something for 3 people in budget. After 3 weeks of blood, sweat, and tears, we FINALLY found an apartment (and it was honestly all worth it.) My two roommates and I will be residents of the Financial District come May *cries of happiness*. Seriously, if you want a good way to make your appetite vanish, go start looking for a place to live a month before your May 1st deadline. Pretty sure that process made me loose 5lbs (which I probs gained back yesterday just by looking at a cheeseburger.) Sooo now that that’s over with… It’s a rainy Monday in New York. These are the days that I fall in love with this city all over again. Maybe it’s the way the buildings reflect in the puddles or the silver overcast that hits the top of building that makes it so romantic. Call me cliché, but after the class I’m currently not paying attention in, I’ll take some pictures, make my way down to Birch Coffee, drink a skim chai latte and people watch until I need to go back to reality (aka go listen to my history prof talk about FDR.) OK. Done being corny. Don’t forget to wear your Hunters. - KT Has anyone else noticed the recent flip from "You're the Serena to my Blair" to "You're the Gigi to my Kendall"?! This is personally violating. Nothing compares to the iconic blonde/ brunette friendship that is Serena and Blair. NOTHING. Whatever/ over it (but not). The Serena to my Blair, my fave person Taylor, took a trip to the Gossip Girl capital of the world/ the place I call home, this past weekend and we did things that made us feel très New York-y; Brunch after 12, spending too much money, and getting hit on by law students/ Ukrainian business men. (Yes, we do realize we aren't actually Blake Lively or Leighton Meester.) As you can see from the picture, we are actually way too awkward/ picture-taking-challenged to take our selves seriously...#StopWhiteGirls2K15 (Seriously, stop us.) That brings me to my next point; Is being a #WhiteGirl is such a bad thing? Nope, it's actually awesome and here's why: 1. When my makeup is "on point", I feel good. Simple. 2. Shopping at Forever 21 not only saves you money but also helps you inexpensively stay on-trend. 3. Owning more shoes than the average person just means you are passionate about footwear. 4. Starbucks actually tastes and looks good. Three words; The Olsen Twins. (Venti soy capp, anyone?) 5. I will not support Uggs as a fashionable choice in shoes, but they are damn comfortable. 6. Everyone has an iPhone. 7. The book, White Girl Problems, by Babe Walker is actually hilarious/ a great read. 8. One of the ultimate #WhiteGirls, Shoshanna, from the HBO series, Girls, shares my brain and I love her. 9. The occasional selfie never hurt anyone. SO when it comes down to it, being classified under this stereotype really only makes you a typical girly-girl who likes the occasional pumpkin spice latte, not some airhead who can't live without her circle scarves and selfie stick. XOXO & #Bye, - KT The word “nice” isn’t the first word that comes to mind when thinking of the typical New Yorker… actually that’s pretty much the opposite of what comes to mind (asshole??). In a city where everyone is rushing from one place to another, common courtesy is forgone and replaced with a shoulder check, or oh, I don’t know, someone ripping your takeout out of your hands because they think you took there’s (they were totally wrong, btw). So the question that comes from this is how do you keep your sunshiny (lol not quite) personality in a city that smothers it with dirty looks and profanities? From my experience living here so far (reached the 6th month mark, YAAY) , I have felt myself slowly get a little harsher and maybe a little more rude… not that I’m proud of it, you just get used to not apologizing when you accidently bump into someone, or scream into your phone to your dad about the jerk who took up the whole sidewalk with their suitcase while the person was still in ear shot. I like to think I have never really been a confrontational person, let alone rude, and I’m not trying to start now at 20 years old. So I have devised a few tips that will (hopefully) help anyone else struggling with this Rude-New-Yorker-Syndrome. 1. Take a page from Seinfeld and “Serenity Now” yourself. 2. Look for the nearest baby and smile at it (it works). 3. Compliment a stranger and if they actually acknowledge you, it will feel pretty good. 4. Make a weird face/ noise at the cat callers instead of feeling personally violated. 5. If someone is standing waaaay to close to you on the subway unnecessarily, start coughing obnoxiously and they will (probably) move over. 6. Make friends with someone who has a dog/ meet a guy who has a dog (even if he’s not cute, his dog is), this will make your day 10x better after someone knocks your latte out of your hands (and doesn’t even say sorry). 7. Make a kick-ass playlist and blast it to block out the crazies screaming about their religion. 8. If all else fails, remember this quote; “A bad day in New York is a good day anywhere else”. Peace, love, & Smashing Pumpkins - KT
Just a few springy-things I am coveting/ want to buy before the warm weather decides to stop playing games and commit already. White Heels (Topshop Gallop Patent Point Toe Pump, $95) Duster Jacket (On the look out for one in mustard yellow) (Forever 21 Collarless Longline Side Slit Jacket, $34.90) 70's inspired jump suit (Nasty Gal Palazzo Jumpsuit, $88) Any and all kinds of overalls (Madewell Park Denim Overalls, $148) Floral print skirt in a light color (Forever 21 Floral Print Skater Skirt, $9.90) Block heeled sandal (ModCloth True Blue Friends Heel, $19.99)
As (mostly) everyone knows, people, namely women, pull their personal style from different points of inspiration. My personal influences usually come from TV and Movies. I recently re-watched the Coven season of American Horror Story to remind myself that Ryan Murphy was good at his job at one point (Freak Show= Disaster), and aside from the totally awesome witch-bitchiness of season 3, the clothes are perfection. The first time I had watched it, I stalked boho-goth on Pinterest for 2 weeks straight. This time, I more appropriately decided to call it “witch chic” (no, this does not mean I think witches are real- I like fashion, not cults). As I have always been a huge fan of the color black (in a chic way, not an I-hate-the-world way), as well as pointy shoes, floppy hats, and looser fitting clothing, this particular AHS season really assisted in grasping a further understanding of my personal style, which I describe as classic with an edge *pause for dramatic effect*. Please appreciate this GIFF of Taissa Farmiga as Zoe Benson looking fierce AF.
Peace, love, and Evan Peters, KT
Ah fashion week. The clothes, the energy, the skinny models… *cries into a salad*. It’s such an exciting week to be in New York! I mean that’s why we go to fashion school right? To stand in a 6 hour line to possibly, maybe get a volunteer spot at a show. Kidding, but it’s somewhat true. Going to a school like FIT gives you these insane opportunities that integrate you (head first) into the fashion community. For the S/S shows this past fall, I was given the opportunity to volunteer at the 5:31 Jérôme presentation. It was honestly kind of inspiring. Yes, the models occasionally pass out while you are trying to get them out of a too-tight-for-a-human-being-turtleneck, and you run out of ribbon for the shoes you are lacing 5 minutes before the show starts, but the end result? Magic. The shows: The F/W shows that commenced earlier this week are equally as exciting. My insanely cool friend, Zach, is a genius and long story short got us into the Charlotte Ronson show. IT WAS SO COOL. (See pics below). Being inside of Mercedes-Benz Fashion week is a crazy wonderful experience all on it’s own. The RTW collection was a beautiful mix of raw prints and rich colors. The soft lines and relaxed silhouettes emphasized the femininity of the collection. The parties: So obviously there has to be something going on for all of the fabulous people (that I’m totally jealous of) after the shows. These would be the after parties. My friends and I some how got invited to Russell Westbrook’s sunglass launch party with Jack Threads. This wasn’t by any means an “A-list after party”, but it was a great networking opportunity and lets face it, it made us feel cool/important for a few hours. The models: Perfect, skinny, beautiful people that make you never want to eat again (but actually). Like could they spare a few inches to those of us that are vertically challenged?? With all that being said, If you are volunteering at a show this week, good luck to you soldier. And if not? Grab that 36 calorie Arctic Zero ice cream and watch the live feed here. HAPPY FASHION WEEK xoxo KT I've decided to compile a list of "What I'm Loving" to post every so often in THK. It will range from clothes to coffee to new places in the city I stumble upon. So if you would like to see the things I obsess over during my American history class, read on... Stone St. (AKA the cutest street in NYC, tucked away in the FiDi.) Electric blue cat-eye lined lids paired with simple makeup (and an all black outfit). NYX liquid liner in Extreme Blue Outfit simplicity and clean lines. Ankle socks with flats. Chunky Sweaters with knit midi skirts (and my H&M white sneakers). *Even though he is not on this list, Chuck Bass will be "what I'm loving" till the day I die. (Much love Ed Westwick xoxo)* Have a caffeine-filled Tuesday! -Kt |