The Truth About Heels

chambray shirt {Forever 21} - striped shirt {Century 21} - sweater skirt {Madewell} - 

black leather tote {Banana Republic} - polka-dot socks {Gap} - black booties {Topshop}

You probably thought I'd be wearing heels in these photos, right? The truth is, this is about the highest heel you will see featured on this blog. I know what you're thinking, "girl...you cray cray, that isn't even a heel". Well, you're right. But I remain firm in my stance that this is the highest of heels that you'll see here. This is for a couple reasons. One, rarely do I wear heels during the day and this is when all my photos are taken. And two, you try stomping around NYC in a pair of heels and then let me know if I even need to give you a second reason.

It's a bit of a shame really. I feel like the laws of high heels have it a bit backwards. I would proclaim that a city, such as, New York would be the perfect place to wear heels in your day-to-day life. However, the amount of walking and standing one does during the day in New York makes wearing them down right stupid. I know there are women out there (because I've seen them with my own two eyes) who make it their mission to wear heels wherever they go. Many of those women have personal drivers and a desk job so really that's just unfair and they're rubbing it in. But, the select few brave souls who wear their heels to run errands, walk anything more than one city block and do not spend the majority of their day sitting down - well, I bow to you. Really. 

I wore a pair of heels to an event this weekend. I think I was crying by the end of hour one. I was certain of nerve damage by hour three and by the end of the night in the cab I was convinced that my feet would be bleeding, if even still there, when I got home.

So, to all my heel wearing sisters out there: I salute you.

j.

Happyness

photos taken during my recent trip to Toronto

A few things that have been making me happy lately:

• Fall TV season. This is going to be a good week...
• That moment of relief when you take off your "yet-to-be-broken-in" shoes - fashion is pain, people. Fashion. Is. Pain.
• Walking past the corner flower stand and taking a deep inhale of the gloriously fresh scent of freshly cut flowers. A very welcome smell in this otherwise stinky city.
• Kids on the subway and their unabashed manner. From using Mom as a personal trampoline to using the leg of the strange man next to them as their hand rest.
• That 40 minutes of mindless entertainment while I watch The Y&R each night before bed. Ahhh, to not think for 40 straight minutes.
• Layers. Enough said.
• Hale and Hearty's soup and sandwich combo. Rocking my world.
• New friends, both at school and my internship. 
• Street art. Forever and always.

It's the small things, really, that are making seven courses and an internship doable. Have a good week, friends.

j.

My Homework Is Kinda Awesome

In case you were wondering the kinds of things I have to do for class. This is a small part of a big PR project that I'm working on right now. Now, I'm no cinematographer but...enjoy!

 

j.

Fashion Week

Hi Guys! I didn't really intend to take a week long hiatus there. I don't really know what happened. School, Fashion Week and interning happened, I guess. Some of you may remember that I had the amazing opportunity to volunteer at a show last Fashion Week. Well, this time around I did not get to volunteer. Instead, Bloomingdale's sent me to three shows. As an attendee!!! I was living in a dream while I sat in the third and first rows (yes, you read that right...FRONT. ROW.) to watch Jill Stuart, Christian Siriano and Anna Sui show their Spring 2013 collections.

I can't really explain the energy that a live runway show has. It's magnetic and all-encompassing. It makes me feel inspired in ways that I can't articulate into words. My favorite moment of the whole show is right before it starts. One second the room is crowded and buzzing with chatter and in an instant everyone is in their seats, cameras poised for that moment when the first model rounds the corner. The moment I live for is that instant when all is quiet, intense with anticipation and then just when you can't take it anymore the lights turn on and the music starts blaring just as the first model begins her strut down the runway. It's magical.

My second favorite moment is at the very end of the show when the designer comes out to wave and take a bow. The look on their face is one mixed with unfiltered joy and utter exhaustion. What took them months of all-nighters is what you just saw in two minutes. The feeling I imagine they get when they see their finished collection walk down the runway almost makes me want to switch my major to design. Almost.

Needless to say, it felt incredible to be in the audience at, not one, but three shows. I honestly did not feel like I was living my own life. A BIG thank you to Bloomies and the Fashion Directors who made this happen. 

j.