Alas, the time has come. Packing. 
I really, really, really hate packing. With a passion.

So, to make myself feel better about having to do this mundane and stressful task, I thought I'd make it into a blog post and share a few things that I'll be bringing to NYC with me!

First things first. What I'll be wearing on the plane tomorrow.

(Wow this photo is really terrible)

Photo quality aside, this is what I'll be wearing on the plane tomorrow sans the tights and my white flats. I've recently rediscovered this tulle dress (that I bought from Target) and I'm downright obsessed with it. It's so cute and puffy and twirly and it's the softest shade of pink, and I feel so beautiful wearing it. The bodice is also lace-y and I feel like a ballerina prancing around in it. That's also my thrifted scarf, and I'll be toping it all off with this long beige coat I got from Forever 21. I love long coats.

So here are the products I'll be bringing for my face/makeup. My favorite dark purple/red lipstick from Urban Decay, a shimmery blue/green/gray/silver eyeshadow from Sephora (it's called Mermaid's Tail), my LUSH moisturizer and toner, my eyebrow creator pencil from Benefit, Bobbi Brown Gel Liner because it literally gives me life, and my Rosebud Salve that I bought yesterday and now swear by. It's FANTASTIC and it smells SO GOOD and it makes my lips SO SOFT. 

Wow, I love everything in this photo.

Here are a few accessories that I'll be bringing. There's the red scarf (again), my beautiful, lovely, royal (and hella expensive) necklace + cuff set, my Karen Walker sunglasses that make me look like a chic insect, and my trusty Daisy Perfume. It'll make me smell like spring so I can at least pretend the weather's going to get better.

Ok but can we talk about the jewelry for a sec.

This necklace and cuff set cost $189. This is probably the most expensive thing I own, but holy shit do I not regret purchasing this. I love, love, love, this set so much. It is beautifully handcrafted, and the wire is so sturdy. It complements literally all of my outfits. I know that out of everything I bring to Teen Vogue, this will get everyone's attention. (Which I want because I need a summer internship.)

Finally, since I'll be dishing out $369 to stay two nights in a four star hotel, I might as well dress myself the fanciest outfit I own, aka this silk slip dress. It is so beautiful and comes with a matching silk robe, and I will sink into the fancy bed in my fancy slip and fall into a fancy sleep. I intend to make the most of my night in that hotel. Maybe I'll even spritz myself a few times with my Daisy perfume before bed. Who knows. It'll be two wild nights.

Anyways, this is all I've managed to take photos of. I'm really not sure what else I'm going to bring (which is a problem since I'm leaving tomorrow at noon--oops) but look forward to my first BLOGGING POST tomorrow night!!! Hopefully I won't get lost in New York.

Until then.💕💕💕

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

Hello, My Funny Face

Lovelies, Greetings from behind the lens of a fantastic and HQ camera. Alas, you can now see clearly all my facial imperfections and flaws. I'm so excited to bring this post to you guys, because it was truly a dream and amazing experience to create these series of photos. Plus, it's finally a HQ debut of my Mia Wallace hair, and I'm in love, in love, in love with it. 

As you can tell from the title of this post, I woke up (***flawless) feeling very Funny Face Audrey-esque and fell into the trap of wearing all black everything. Except for my ruby red purse, but that is the only cross shoulder purse I own--I own like 5 clutches; clutches are my everything. The beautiful knit sweater is courtesy of my lovely photographer Miss E. She thrifted it, which reminds me that she and I went consignment shopping a few days ago. I've been on the hunt for the best fur coat (one that hopefully won't break the bank) and while on my hunt I found this amazing Cache 2 piece evening gown. Black, beaded, crop top with a straight skirt. Chic, classic, a piece that requires a lot to pull off. $60 of beauty and royalty and perfection. I love it with all my heart. I didn't buy it but I think it will be hanging in my closet soon enough. 

I've been busy getting back into the journalistic style of writing, which is difficult but also lovely. I'm currently supposed to be working on a piece for work (it's only 300 words and I've got 350 so whatever) and it's going along ok. It's amazing to feel so attached to a practice; journalistic writing--and writing in general--comes so easily to me. Anyways, enough babbling. Here's me channeling my Funny Face.

 Deets: Top: F21, Sweater: thrifted, Shoes: Target, Bag: F21, Socks: American Apparel