ph. Emma McVicar

If you've got it, flaunt it.

This cape fell into my hands and the day became beautiful. How should I pair it? Whimsical or bossy-chic? Definitely the latter, so slide on the cigarette pants, loose white shirt. Side pin the hair, and a bold black liner. Embellished black booties. Pout. for. days. 

Sure, it's not the most conventional of outwear, but it's effective at making a statement. Plus the satisfying swish of the cape is extremely empowering. 

Walk down the streets, and you feel like a revived Victorian. Quick, grab a pen, do a dance, be artsy. In fact, during my cape-daze I became a playwright. 

act 1 by Steffanee Wang

in those silly fantasies i have in my head, you’re sleeping next to me and my eyes flutter open. flutter because our eyelids are synonymous with the quiet beating of butterfly wings. but my eyes flutter open and you’re humming, vibrating, close to me. a warm cocoon. i smile. lean down, and pick up my laptop. or maybe a notebook. which one makes me look artsy-er. you’d think i was living a life of visual art. paying attention to what others will pay attention to. but my fingers are nimble—dancing over the keyboard, notebook, whatever, quick to catch this silent moment of togetherness. 

dance because the tips are my nails are ballerinas. i am dainty. so all of my limbs dance. stomp? never stomp. never trudge, or slam, or crush. pound.

pounding heart, in my chest, i’m too overwhelmed to continue.

three things happen:

1. close laptop

2. lay back down.

3. fall in love.

-end act 1-

Then put the books away, take a few photos, and fly off into the wind like the beautiful, winged butterfly you are. 

Details: Cape: American Apparel, Top: Zara Bottoms: GAP Boots: F21

It's been a long two weeks.

Not really but it feels like I'm starting to lose my grasp on the order of my life. Maybe it's the weather, but maybe I'm just telling myself that it's the weather. Maybe it's just me. Whatever it is, it always seems to start when I need to have the most control of my life. 

College is hard. College is long. I'm ready to go home. 

Motivation is makeup. 

I've been trying out new lines on my eyes, and other  lip-colors than "deep purple" for fall because fuck deep purple and plums and wines, and all its variations. And call me stupid, because I've just found out how to puff out my bangs with a flat iron. I've been using my friend's flat iron every morning, and every time I re-straighten, re-straighten, re-straighten, I remember that I need to buy some hair protectant, and I need to buy my own flat iron. 

Where art thou, perfect coat?

I wanted to buy that leopard coat but some bitch got there before me.

Remind me to never leave an item that I desperately want in the store because I'll "don't want to purchase it yet" because someone will buy it and I will hate them forever. 

In other news, I'm still searching for a furry coat. I found another one I liked today. It looked like it came from a suburban grandmother's closet. I want it. I left the store without it. I'll go in next weekend to buy it. 

I haven't learned my lesson.

Stressed but well dressed. (photos by Carson Brown)

I bought a long pencil skirt tonight because it was 15% off, and it was a get-better present for me. I'm going to ask my mother for this one as a christmas present. It's become a new passion.

It was the first actual actual snow day in Heavenston today, and I wore a short yellow dress. Call me the Chinese Madeline.

Here's my newest attempt at becoming Audrey Hepburn. This orange, orange coat I bought reminds me of the one she wore when she was being a cat. And for some reason, I kept calling the coat yellow. Perhaps I'm going color-blind.

And in case I forgot how to say say "yes" or "no" in English, I have it helpfully printed in French for me.

Stay de-stressed, loves, take a Lush bath bomb bath or something.

(Shout out to the lovely wildcats that live with me, congrats on beating Notre Dame. You are all amazing.)