-- it was pretty much the best Valentine's Day I've had --
THE DAY OF
-Treated myself by curling my hair to add a little pep to my step
-Picked up these Valentine's cards I made (in previous post) @ Fedex for some handmade, throwback V-day cards
-Bought 2 of these apparently delectable cupcakes according to my roommates from Sweet Generation on 8th and 1st
-Rushed and took the L Uptown to 8 Av-14 st for (most likely) my last NYFW event I'll ever attend. Cannot say I'll miss it terribly.. It was this in the Samsung building and featured some virtual reality presentations for the collections. Had Costa Rica "Artesian" water in a silver bottle. Leave it to NYFW to sponsor some bougie, extra goodies like that. Felt like I was immersed in a Black Mirror episode with everyone glaze-eyed, glued to their screens.
-Barely made it to class in time. The professor came 7 minutes late.. Go figure. Yes, I was wearing a thick, luxe navy cape a la AYR sample sale in my Nutrition and Health class. Got a few stares.
-Met up with KeaLani at La Colombe. Girl drives me crazy but I love her. Drank a disappointingly lukewarm latte but then again good company >.
-Arrived to my Style Gallatin tutorial led by my teacher friend and 2 of my other friends (total = 3 person course). Jac brought some overly sweet, hangover-inducing champagne that we shamelessly drank out of paper cups that helped wash down the meticulously sliced doughnuts. Chocolate doughnuts (...donuts?) are my kryptonite! Learned about subcultures in fashion, namely Japanese subcultures, Dick Hebdige's analyses on skinheads, teddy boys, hipsters and beats.
(Hipsters and beats combined = today's modern version of "hipsters").
-Passed out some DIY arts and crafts handmade V-Day cards and Momofuku Milk Bar Klossies cookies
-Met up with Kelsey at the Bedford L stop and walked over to Greenpoint for some much-needed bar hopping. Honestly thought we might get mugged at one point because of the creepy impromptu way that GoogleMaps was taking us but still had fun exploring
-We came across some homey-looking, divey bars that we mentally noted for spring/summer bar escapades when liquor won't be a necessity to blanket us with the encouragement to adventure around
-Saw an overly decorated, kitschy apartment adorned with Valentine's Day decor (hey, we only live one life why not get all crazy with decor even if its for a day, right?) & a blue 60's (probably stick-shift) car wedged between snow and parked in front of a red-brick warehouse building that transported us to another time. It honestly made me feel nostalgic for a time when I would've loved to live in...sans the inequality and overt racism, that is.
-Warmed up inside Broken Land bar. Probably my favorite Greenpoint bar ATM. They had a "Cupid's Cocktail" that Kelsey liked but I thought was a little too sweet for my taste. I now realize I like Hot Toddy's. A lot. Moscow Mules are pretty good too, I guess. I got the Sidecar at Pencil Factory Bar right after.
-Time's becoming a blur at this point. We drank 2 drinks at Broken Land, another drink at Pencil Factory Bar and now we're waiting for an Uber to take us to Surf Bar in Williamsburg.
-I asked for the strongest, least sugar-y drink at Surf Bar. Ordered 2 Fogcutters. Damn, those are strong. Time for Pomme Frittes on Macdougal!
-Somehow made it just in time for the L train, went to Pomme Frittes and got a S each with 2 sauces each (Pesto Mayo, Herbs & Cheese, Eggplant Parm Cheese?, and some other one). Drunkenly introduced myself to the 33-year old Filipino guy named JV who works there because I figured he'd be seeing a lot more of us.
-No clue how we ended up walking up the 5-6 flights of stairs to Kelsey's apartment but I'm pretty sure the boost of not wanting our fries to get cold ignited a flame in our veins. We scarfed those down in record time while listening to "Cemeteries" on Spotify. Crashed on her pull-out couch like a bear.
**THE DAY AFTER**
-I honestly don't know why I wake up so.damn.early. when I go out for drinks. But I woke up, wiping the sleep away from my eyes..including my dried out left contact lens. So, yes. I was blind for a good few hours while I zombie-like walked back to my apartment and picked up my dry cleaning, got groceries, all while chugging coconut water and pulling down my night-out attire.
-Re-contemplated my life and decided a much-needed break from going out is necessary for my wallet and pretty much everything else. Surprisingly was very productive, cleaned my room, washed up, and made the most bomb breakfast sandwich ever. Napped while watching The Office in my clean bed. Honestly, nothing beats that feeling. Nothing.
So yeah, it was a pretty great Valentine's Day!
- a random shot taken @2:30 pm EST in Chelsea on Saturday, February 11, 2017 -
"Why do I fall in love with every woman I see who shows me the least bit of attention?"
"Why do I fall in love with every woman I see who shows me the least bit of attention?"
- Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
After reading an Atlantic article titled " There's No Such Thing as Everlasting Love", love lingered more poignantly and resonated with my subconscious melancholic perceptions on the overhyped and over-romanticized notions of love. One memory stuck out to me after reading this: the first time I watched a Charlie Kaufman movie. Charlie Kaufman is my love mentor. Anomalisa, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind...After watching Eternal Sunshine, I fell in love. Ironic, isn't it? It's not exactly a "love story" by any means. No, it's not your typical Nicholas Sparks, tear-jerking movie that promises a love-letter filled life of long-lost lovers reciting their unrequited love.
My perception on how most view and define love as is accurately represented by this golden post I found on Tumblr:
mewho wants to be my valentine?The real question is who wants to be part of this capitalistic holiday that skewed the actual meaning and significance of love and turned it to a day of spending money on short lived indulgences and false representation of the meaning of love?
Yes, we all have moments when we feel like Tom from 500 Days of Summer, bursting a nerve and ranting about the capitalistic manipulation and demonization of a superfluous holiday consisting of either A.) being hopelessly immersed in a haze of romantic love with bouquets of cliche red roses and $2 cardboard heart boxes of cheap chocolates or B.) curling up in fetal position wrapped snuggly in a fleece blanket watching Lifetime Rom-Com's and insisting that you "Love yourself". But what about those of us who aren't comfortably placed in either scenarios?
A compilation of what I find society views "love" as. A polarization of impossible romance fantasized by overrated and overdone interpretations that all too commonly result in regretful resentment and revulsion. Symptoms can entail feeling guilt and embarrassment for showing any slight hint of emotion as a sign of weakness.
My personal evolving definition of love. Disclaimer: my sardonic sense of humor is sprinkled in here, hence the Femme Fatale in mustard and the seemingly cynical incorporation of the infamous 500 Days of Summer quote and deceiving letter from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
There's something subtly innocent and lovely about the Eternal Sunshine quote. It's beautifully honest. Love in Western society can be sugar-coated to become so saccharine that it leaves us feeling bitter. We somehow end up craving a burst of refreshing acid to cut through the rich and heavy conceptions on what love we should strive for. If that goal of finding an S.O. is unmet, we are left feeling the cold remnants of failure and unspoken loneliness. But it doesn't have to be that way. Why must we instantly apologize and catch our tongues when expressing love in nontraditional ways? That fear of being misunderstood engulfs us and leaves us to feel as if we are drowning in our naivety or some genetic mutation of love when in fact it's not.
When you think of love, what do you think?
You may catch yourself blushing over a nameless stranger on the A train who offers a kind-hearted glance. Or feel an indescribable connection with the barista at that Lower Eastside coffee shop you go to after briefly speaking about the current cafe playlist. Those little moments are moments of love. Those little moments of connection that increase the more we open our hearts and minds slowly but surely diminish those tantamount moments of loneliness and sadness we feel. Maybe if we adopt an evolved conception on "love", there will be more love in this world. So with Valentine's Day right around the corner, knocking on our door, let's embrace the strangeness of what that love can offer. Protect your heart but don't let it barricade you in from experiencing the beauty that the world outside of your comfort zone can offer.
ONE: Dolce & Gabbana Sweater // TWO: Too Faced Perfect Flush Blush // THREE: La Perla Secret Story Bra // FOUR: Miu Miu Sweater // FIVE: Ariel Gordon Love Knot Ring // SIX: Chloé Love Story Eau Sensuelle // SEVEN: Chloé M Drew Bag // EIGHT: Dior Golden Shock Lipstick // NINE: Gianvito Rossi Flora Sandals
There are 2 kinds of people in this world:
1. The Hopeless Heart-eyed Romantic
- Typical Friday nights consisting of binge-watching John Hughes or cheesy chick flicks with >30% on Rotten Tomatoes
- Journalling professions of love and hypothetical rose-colored futures with that one stranger who opened the door for you at 1:53pm on March 23rd
- Instantly glowing from the inside out when you stumble upon a hand-holding grandparent-couple
- Constantly re-imagining a sudden musical burst (think 500 Days of Summer post-hookup on Tom's end or La La Land...sans the actual ending)
- That girl who shows interest too soon after a 1st date and sounds out their soon-to-be surname.
2. The Cynical Dragon Lady
- Typical Friday nights consisting of binge-watching Charlie Kaufman or cheesy slasher flicks like My Bloody Valentine
- Journalling your existential crisis and how love is an overhyped conspiracy used to manipulate women and boost commercialism
- Instantly glowing from the inside out when you stumble upon a drunken couple outside a divey bar at 2am obnoxiously arguing about not including more pics of the other on Instagram
- Constantly re-imaging a utopia of self-sustaining women where men are biologically wired to procreate
- That girl who forgets their date's name and has never-ending lists of nameless numbers
Whether you're wholeheartedly one or the other or even a hybrid, love is inescapable. So if you think love sucks, sorry kid. Tough love. It's a basic function of human nature and comes in all forms...In the form of your childhood bunny, freshly-cut garden roses, your inspiring mother, Porto's chocolate cake, and even your once glorified "soulmate". Some are amplified and ascribed with more importance than the other, housed in a special nook in your heart and lingering in your fuzzy memories (i.e. chocolate cake > "soulmate").
In either case, let February be a month of love. No, it doesn't have to necessarily entail finding a last-minute lover for a candle-lit dinner or even angrily reciting "Galentine's Day" poems on feminism. Many mistake Valentine's Day as this over-romanticized and over-hyped day to separate out the single ladies and men from those in relationships. My tip? Flash back to our innocently all-loving elementary school days when we spent hours writing only 30 names on our Rite-Aid mass-packaged Snoopy cards because our Trump-sized hands were too juvenile to write quickly enough. I guess I shouldn't have ironically included Trump in a message of love. Oh, well. Everyone deserves love. So spend February with an extra dedication to the theme of love. Whatever that means for you. Because you deserve it.
"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous.
How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality.
You should stand up for your right to feel your pain."