I’ve been listening to Lykee Li for a while, but never like this. The Swedish songstress has really hit a cord in me and I’m not sure why.
I live for (high brow) fashion
My apologizes. I know, I know, I haven’t blogged in forever. However, let it be known that I am currently in the midst of a(nother) creative rut. Actually, it might be a crisis.
To make up for my lack of loyalty to this blog and you,fellow reader, I give you this picture.
What is this atrocity art?
It’s my face with my new eye brows. I’ve come to the realization that my eyebrows suck (could this be the root of my life crisis?!). My eyebrows –their lack of fullness and character– are embarrassing. So I have decided to edit every picture of myself with my new, glamorous, bushy brows.
Here’s the first of many to come.
If you want brows like mine, you will need the following:
A. Low selfie-esteem (Thank you Ezra Koenig’s twitter (and Queen Donut)).
B. Little to no hand-eye coordination.
C. Paint. Use the airbrush tool for added texture/upper brow sweat effect. (Is there a Paint app?)
Let me know what you think.
-romana
In defense of Mondays or Why I hate Sundays
Mondays have a bad reputation. They’re the first of 5 punches straight into the gut; the monstrosity of trailers before the movie; that one person who always shows up 15 minutes early to every party and school dance (go home Brian).
What I’m listening to: Rhye
After hearing their single “Open,” I fell in love with LA based music duo Rhye’s soulful sound. They’re funky, seductive and soft-spoken.
The Perfect Summer to Fall Transition Piece & How to Wear it
Not yet ready to say goodbye to Pina Coladas, bronze skin and daily trips to the pool? Me either. The summer bug has got me again, and it’s making me itch for more summer style.
Living like a Floridian
Florida is not my favorite state. It’s probably not even on my top twenty-five. However, there’s something about a place forever stuck in a sun-soaked daze that brings the best– and worst– out of me.
It’s a difficult task for me, enjoying the beach. It’s hot, painfully sandy and as Kate Nash so pleasantly sang it, I hate seagulls. So it came as a surprise when I found a dusting of peace and enjoyment in the marble-swirled sand dunes of Clearwater.
Was it the wispy smell of coconut infused sunscreen? The unapologetic razor cut bikinis and speedos? Or was it the endless horizon that enchanted me last night? Who knows. Maybe I’m just starting to like the beach.
Continue reading for more photos!
A Postcard Sunset
“The sunset itself on such waves of ether/ that I just can’t comprehend/whether it is the end of the day, the end of the world/Or the mystery of mysteries in me again.” – Anna Akhmatova
Sometimes you just need a sunset. For now, I’ll accept this photograph I took a few weeks back.
A taste of France in St.Louis
If you’re yearning for authentic French crepes, look no further than City Coffee House and Creperie!
don’t be afraid of the f-word
There are plenty of things I dislike in this world. For example, I can’t stand when people call me “sweetie.” I also hate when people bring up thigh gaps. And menstrual cramps. Those are the worst. But my least favorite thing in the world is when people, especially girls, are quick to assure others they aren’t feminists.
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