Random pieces

The days in my life are becoming a fuzzy blur. I find myself planning and dreaming about the future more than living my life fully in the present. Today’s actions determine tomorrow’s activities. Is this what ambition is supposed to feel like? I want to grasp onto all the beauty in this world as quickly as I can.

And these are just some sparkling beauties that have caught my wondering eyes lately..

The Local Side of "The Satorialist"

Hello World!

Santa brought me a shiny new Fujifilm Finepix S1500 for Christmas! The picture quality is superb, not to mention it looks really legitimate draped around my neck. I have decided to put this baby to serious use and have been bringing it on campus with me everyday. This post, is my first skewed version of "The Satorialist". For those of you who are unfamiliar "The Satorialist" is a world renowned blog featuring pictures of fashionable men and women on the street. I have decided to capture a more local view and will feature as many trendy young men and women in Tallahassee (or wherever my feet travel) as I can! I am very excited about this project and I hope you enjoy the view.

Ta Ta for now,

Chelsea Lee

Chelsea Lee, Generation Vintage

Devon Pyles, Sick Boy Vintage

Karen Neunzig, Generation Vintage

The Mob Guy, Florida State University

Cheetah Girl, Florida State University

The New Yorker, Florida State University

Nicolas Daniels, Florida State University

The Coffee Lover, Florida State University

The Bold Beauty, Florida State University

Anna Piaggi

Anna Piaggi is an Italian fashion writer for Vogue and a notorious style icon. Her admirers include fashion deity's and designers around the world including Manolo Blahnik, Stefano Gabbana, and Domenico Dolce. She has been grounded in New York while visiting London and Italy periodically since the 1950's. Anna Piaggi can be spotted in the backstage workings of any fashion show ranging from Lanvin to Cavalli all around the globe. In many ways she could be my grand mother; this is no frivolous jab at my grand mother its a solid fact. My grandma could be seen prowling the streets in neon colors, textured fabrics, stripes, polka dots, and of all things she loved most; butterflies. Whenever my mother thinks I dress a bit off color, she simply states "you dress like grandma". So the ultimate question is..who decides? Who decides if this writer for Italian Vogue is an inspiration or off her rocker? Who decides if dressing how you want regardless of what's currently "in" is fashion savvy or fashion catastrophe? Would you admire Anna Piaggi covered in gaudy lavish fashion or my humble grand mother draped in thrifted butterflies?

All that Glitters is gold..

London calling..

I want to visit London so bad, the fashion there is incredible, a sort of rebel with a cause style. The sites are amazing, and after all who doesn't love a British accent?