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I used to hate the color pink. Flash back to my elementary days and you'll cringe in sheer embarrassment as you atrociously witness my 11-year old self drenched in a kaleidoscope of copious Legally-blonde approved shades. Even my glaringly dorky glasses brandished a tinge of pink in the shades while my candy-coated rims were wrapped in this god-awful Flamingo pink hue. Talk about childhood nightmares! But rather than taking a Freudian lense (pun intended), I devised a conscientious pact of demolishing any chances of this nightmarish shade from poisoning my future fashion resume. But, I think it's crystal clear from this photo montage that I definitely didn't stray away from the paradisaical heavens of all things pink. What can I say? Once you go pink, you never go back! (Plus, I'm a die-hard John Hughes aficionado...Pretty in Pink & Breakfast in Club anybody?)
H&M necklace // F21 bracelets // Dogeared rings and bar necklace // Nordstrom top // L.A. Hearts pants // 14 & Union St. ankle-strap heels // Marc Jacobs iPhone case // Unknown quilted crossbody // H&M coat
NYC = Empire State of Mind.
We've all abruptly spazzed out and channeled a modern day Grease-dancing moment to Alicia Keys and her golden vocal chords. But if you're 21 and you're currently experiencing the wallet-lethal disease of being b-r-o-k-e, this city of dreams can be a bigger tease than Regina George. So what better to do than rekindle my school day enchantment of Curious George and sojourn to one of Brooklyn's finest: Park Slope.
Sounds like the perfect recipe for a deliciously amusing Saturday, right? WRONG. Toss in some frenzied street fairs comprised of buttered corn-on-the-cob and mountains of assorted trinkets for $3 a piece. Sprinkle a dash of subway confusion. Blend it all together and you have yourself a nutty concoction of your very own Saturday creation.
Departing from the dimly-lit rat-infested N, R station, I was instantly greeted by the sun's beaming smile as I shielded my eyes (thank you, sunnies). But hey, being a SoCal denizen and NYC rookie, any slice of sandal-bearing weather revives my beach-ridden hobo self. I've definitely been going through some heat/California withdrawals. Throughout our day, fellow SoCal native Kelsey and I swore we wouldn't dare let the C word (Coachella/California) slyly slip out of our chapstick-protected lips. Forbidden words aside, after strenuously fighting my inner burger-lovin' beast while promenading past Shake Shack (In-N-Out's still better) we came across a homey Italian bakery emblazoned with the Instagram-famous French meringue-based confections on the front display. (Does anyone else think
Macaroons Macarons look like Spongebob's Pretty Patties?) And guess what? We got 6 Macarons for $4! Sorry, Laudree--we won't be scrumptiously feasting on your designer sandwiches!
A primitive paper bag dotted with grease in hand--that didn't stop me from shoveling the delicate treats into my mouth--and a strong-willed vision of potential backdrops, we scampered across Kips Bay and Gramercy to uncover a hidden gem of NYC streets. Somewhat barren and sanitary streets sober of superabundant New Yorkers proved to be a scene of rarity. Afterwards, we rewarded our abused feet in a corner booth of NYU's go to rustic-inspired Vive la Crêpe and quenched our sweet teeth (Nutella & strawberries for her, Dulce de le Leche for me *thick, tango-inducing accent included*).
With only a few weekends left until I hop off a plane at L.A.X with a dream and my cardigan (dream=bathing in that SoCal bronzed sunshine while eating real Mexican food) I find myself missing Pigeon Man's family and the diverse neighborhoods and buildings opulent in breathtaking history--thanks Jane Jacobs. By the way, I'm kidding about the pigeon part--I'm officially repulsed by the flying & nonflying rats of WSP. I'm talking to you too squirrels.
**WSP=Washington Square Park. Just some of the new lingo I picked up on, being a NYC transplant and all...kidding! I definitely don't think I'll ever earn the honored title of, dare I say, New Yorker. (*gasp*) **
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