ideas.

I am content with every single detail of my life today. I mean of course, there are small things that could have gone a different direction. But for the most part, life seems to be treating me well. Ive learned a few things this week that I wanted to share with whomever reads this: first, its important to change the perspective in which we look at things (thank you, TED talks)…secondly, you can buy happiness, just buy something for someone else (again..thank you TED talks) and third, good things come to those who don’t give up. 

Along with going to school full time and interning two days a week, I have spent countless hours applying to 35 (and counting) internships for this Fall. I’ve heard back from about 10% of them. I am happy though because I am sending them & I am trying. Constantly trying. 

But, I need ideas for a new tattoo. Think Freja Beha meets Angelina jolie types of tattoos. I am inspired by words, geometric shapes, elephants, symmatry, simplicity. any ideas are welcome. muahhh

AHHH just received another response from an internship in NYC — make that 12% responses.

xx

learning to love the process.

Sunday mornings are my favorite moment of the entire week. And today is a quiet morning here in Los Angeles. The sun is hiding behind the clouds which disrupts everyones routine of waking up, grabbing coffee, working out or taking a hike to runyon. Perhaps like everyone else who is not hungover from an excess of mexican food, margaritas and beer, I am starting the day early and tackling my long to-do list with coffee in hand. 

Last night I went to see the avengers in 3D. I left the theatre loving (even more) Tony Stark aka “genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist”. And wanting shawarma… Please tell me everyone stayed to watch the two post-credit scenes!*&%  Oh and did you get a chance to take a glimpse at the moon last night? According to TIME, the moon was shining 16% more than usual. Walking home from The Grove last night allowed for an adequate amount of time staring at the big night light guiding me home. 

There is something so rewarding about waking up early on a Sunday morning, drinking coffee and preparing for the busy week ahead. Internship applications need to be completed and sent out by tomorrow. Two group projects need to be completed by Tuesday. And four assignments for Thursday. As far as my internship goes, I need to continue to call PR departments and ask for samples to be sent into us for the July Issue as well as hi-res images for a different story for July. Very grateful for everything in my life. 

I will be home in a month. There are people that I am dying to spend time with: Sam, Jeff, Trish, Paula, Karen, Mom, Dad, Papa, Toby, and even though we never talk and sometimes I wonder if we are friends anymore, Brian. 

make decisions.

First, open a new tab & listen to this song.

The past few days have brought nothing but clarity. Clarity with what I want, what I don’t want and the ways in which I will make both happen. I am not sure if it has anything to do with the increase in yoga and pilates. Maybe it’s from the very-real realization that nothing will get done unless I do it. But maybe, it could just be called growing up. Or just a combination of them all. 

Saturday mornings are usually a time when I sleep in and sip coffee with french vanilla creamer in bed. Not this time. And I wont be for the next five weeks. I signed up for a six hour class called layout and design… which has turned out to be my favorite class this quarter. I can’t believe I am five months away from graduating. Thanks for pointing that out, Dad <3 It makes me think about what I am going to do afterwards. I will be 23 with two degrees, a healthy resume, with an empty savings account and no place to rest my head at night. After FIDM ends in September, I will have to find a place to live. 

New York? California? Europe? Well, maybe not Europe yet. But I hope to live there one day. I just love the sounds of the city streets in London. And the people in Florence, Italy. And my grandparents in Norway & Denmark. But the most important factor in choosing my next place to call home will be based on my heart (first) and job opportunities. 

But for now, I am spending a lot of time concentrating on my assignments. My friendships. My loved ones. And keeping myself healthy inside and out. Remember, good things come to people who are willing to get up and get shit done. 

series.

I have no idea how I am awake at 12:12am. But then again, I haven’t had an empty room to myself in months. Now I have the chance to stay up as late as I want. Listen to music. Meditate. Think. Really think. I think that’s the thing I miss the most… time to myself. to just be. And so tonight I am taking it all in. Reflecting on this past week. 

FIDM finals and LA fashion week just so happen to fall on the same week. And on top of it all we had/have two photo shoots for the May issue at Los Angeles Magazine. 

To start off my week I decided to go to yoga. I was at home all afternoon working on a photoshop final… and before I know it its 6:15pm. The class started at 6:30 and it’s about a 20 minute walk from my house. And if I took “scoot” where would I park her? Is there meters? or an alley behind LaBrea? that was too hectic. And so i put my yoga mat away, threw down my keys and felt terrible for waiting too long to leave for my class. Instead of feeling sorry for myself I picked up my yoga mat, threw on my flip flops and started running. just kept running until I got there. I arrived at 6:32pm and the secretary at the front desk lead me to the garden where there were yogi’s, christmas lights, wooden floors, and a sunset. I sat down and the instructor said “happy monday” and I had known I made the right choice. This would be my saving grace for the rest of the week. 

Tuesday I went to my internship. But today we met at 9am to be on site for the photo shoot for a  few smaller stories for the May Issue. When I am on set for these photo shoots, or pulling looks to style, or talking to the senior-editor about her inspirations for upcoming stories I literally have to tell myself to “keep my composure”. That phrase reminds me of a special friend, Courtney who used to always say that and make my five girlfriends and I laugh in high school. And we all know what moment you said that in and how hilarious it was. going back to the point… its like I wake up from a dream and I am just looking around, taking a minute to actually around at my surroundings and what I am doing (usually steaming clothes or suggesting ways to wear something or certain accessories to put together an outfit) and my eyes will start filling up with tears. 

This happened again while at the London Hotel, Wednesday evening for the re-launch of LA MAG’s fashion department. I was her right-hand friend. Her intern. Her assistant whatever title it is (good or bad) I accept it. I openly would do anything for her. I had the opportunity to meet some of the most influential patrons in the fashion world. To paint the most vivid picture the scene was straight out of the Devil Wears Prada except shes far from a devil and she was wearing Fendi <3