EXCITING NEWS, blogging babies! I’ve been asked to model for LeatherandLace, a wonderful clothing line based out of NYC. This is one of my looks, a sexy letterman jacket…stay tuned for on-location prints and a behind the scenes look into my fantastic shoot of Greg and Deana! :]
We don’t have a Morrison song…but we do have soul-crushing eyes that see everything. I’m always told that my eyes are mesmerizing and I’ve got to be honest, I didn’t always rock them like I do now. I wanted blue eyes, I thought green was ordinary. Now, however, I love my emerald eyes. I can safely say they are one of my favorite attributes. Eyes are the gateway to the soul, and I believe that with every part of my being. My eyes are vibrant and piercing much like I consider myself, and how others label me now, as well. They are a part of you that nobody else in this world has. They are unique and special, breaking hearts and ruining lives. Women have made empires crumble, wars break out, men lose their minds and changed the world. How, you may ask. Eyes. How freaking invigorating, right?! So rock out with your hawks out, ladies. Own your eyes, no matter WHAT color. Feel like starting a revolution? Just smile and gaze into a man’s eyes…you never know who will weaken in the knees.
Good Morning, Bloggers! November 2nd already and the weather here in NY is fantastical. 😉 So here’s the skinny, I’m hosting a “Make It or Break It” contest. Basically, comment/email me photos and a brief caption of you doing something intense! Now,everyone has a different level of fear and excitement so it can really be anything! My example will be posted later today after it is FINALLY achieved…HOORAY! First 3 to post win prize baskets and first place receives a customized t-shirt by #wrappedupinleather and a prize basket worth of $250! Like and follow for more info and for some kick-ass brownie points 😉 enjoy, kids. Go out there and DO IT!
We love them. We adore them, at that. We gossip, laugh, cry, hug, share our deepest secrets and at the end of the day we call them our best friends. I’ve always love having a close, tight-knit group of friends who know me better than I even know myself. I trust this group with everything. A mix of guys and girls, those kids KNOW what’s up…even when I have no words. So why blog about this? Because I think that it’s important to shout out the ones you love most. It’s been a trying 4 years, ups and downs-left, right AND center, but they hold me down like no other. Thanks, biffs. You sure know how to put a smile on my face when all I want to do is fall to my knees. I hope everyone’s Halloween was incredible! I enjoyed the Halloween Parade in the East Village, some intense bar-hopping and a BEAUTIFUL sunrise over the skyline- after we snuck onto a hotel rooftop. Slore-Oween 2013 was a success, that’s for damn sure. Night kids, hit me up with questions or requests. I’m going to be starting a seperate blog about certain products I use as a promotional project. Please keep on keepin’ on. I appreciate your e-mails and the contest I informed many of you about is starting MONDAY!!!! Peace and love, pretty kiddies. XOXO
Coffee and Journey. A typical Wednesday night a the Hutch House. I love to listen to my oldies and read blogs online while sitting comfortably in oversized sweats and my ex boyfriend’s hoodie. Fall is glorious for us girls for one reason, and ONE reason only…stolen hoodies. Nothing is more satisfying than sitting around in an ex’s stuff knowing that they want it back. Hell, I have a box labeled “MINE” with hoodies upon hoodies. Sports jackets, sweatshirts, flannel…I’ve got ’em all, and I’m never giving them up. Although, I hate hearing my boyfriend go on and on about how weird it is that I still wear them…and little does he know that I already stole one of his…just in case. Happy Hump Day, kids. I hope your nights are going as well as mine. Also, please message me for information on tickets for Halloween in NYC…$10..you CAN’T beat that, babes! I’m out. XOXO
As growing up goes, I’ve had a pretty great time. Although I’m broke, trying to get to the top and dealing with the ups and downs of life; there is the all too familiar issue- heartbreak. There are songs about it, poems, novels, shows, seminars-you name it-but it never lessens the blow of getting hurt. I recently had my heart stomped to pieces ( the night this lovely selfie was taken) I was happy here and an hour later I was crying outside of a bar, praying this man was going to apologize. He did. I can’t forgive and forget that easily though. We’ve been together for almost 2 years and I love him to pieces. So where do I go now? Should I betray my beliefs and take him back again? Or let myself be upset and work my way back up from the ground? Feel free to post comments or ideas- I need all the help I can get. Need more details of the problem? Thanks loves. ALSO..I posted the link in my previous post about trying to get to Italy. Please donate or pass the word along if you can! Thanks guys! Love you all. Night night, Blog World.
So, as we all know, I dance. I sing. I prance around pretending that I’m a starlet just waiting for her big break. Well, here it IS. I’ve always wanted to go to Italy, my roots are there and there is property that is just waiting to be fixed up and made beautiful again. While this was my main goal, I have just found out that there is an opportunity to dance in Sicily at an incredible outdoor cabaret and if I can money together I’ll get the gig! I know it’s a long shot. You don’t know me. But even a dollar helps….sure $1,000 would be LOVELY but clearly we are not all rich. Feeling daring and generous, help me find my way to the stage in ITALY! Your donation could make all my dreams come true and when I am famous, you can bet your sweet ass that I’ll be flying you to all my shows! ;] Thanks guys…and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE help if you can!
Ok, for those of you new to my blog, I am a 22 year old living in New York. Now, I live extremely close to the subway and have a habit of making eye contact with the wrong people. Today, while taking an evening stroll to grab a late coffee, I saw a man…under the train..with pencils in his ears. Of course I made the all too frequent mistake of making eye contact, and over he came. While yelling at me in a language that no one but him can speak, he seemed to be motioning to his…err…naughty parts and giggling to himself. I walked off only to realize I was indeed being followed. Then, like a bat out of hell, he came running at me, knocking me off my feet. He then smiled, handed me $20 bucks and walked off. Confusion. Under the bridge.
Well…I hope mine falls into the “Good” category. Recently a good friend asked where I had mine done. My best friend from back home is a photographer ( now working in Italy…how effing cool) and she did mine for a fee of a mani/pedi date and a batch of my famous chocolate, caramel cookies. You can hire, bribe, shoot for free but the most important thing is legitimacy. DON’T ever let some random joe-shmoe take these photos. He could be selling them or objectifying you. Practice the name game, check credentials and remember…you NEED at least 4 shots of different emotions for auditions. Need more tips? Leave me a message and I’ll be right with you!