Working class boys dreaming of girls

Outfit Details:
Threadless Select patchwork wolf shirt - courtesy of Threadless and Lookbook.nu
vintage skirt - thrifted and hemmed
tights - I have no idea
socks - Forever 21
vintage hat - Bobby's; we got it in Cape Cod
Madison Brynne bag - courtesy of Coach
Jeffrey Campbell shoes - courtesy of LuLu*s

I have a confession: I wore this top three times in the past...three days. I know, it's gross. But I shower twice a day (I have minor OC tendencies) and I mainly just changed into it while sitting around, save for today. I just wore it with shorts and jeans (and pajama pants) around the house. A little bit of menswear inspiration in an otherwise girlie getup changed it up enough to go out. Of course, I ended up switching out the skirt for some menswear inspired shorts when the wind picked up, so call me Fickle Fanny.

This story is going nowhere. Let's just end on this note: I'm gross. I'll wear something different tomorrow.



p.s. Is anyone else excited about the Further Seems Forever reunion?
p.p.s. Anyone selling tickets for Weezer at Roseland (Blue Album night)? Kicking myself for not paying attention to the sale date:(

This is a city for not sleeping; the clocks are set by feel.

Outfit Details:

Erin Fetherston for Target dress

black cardigan thing - Beacon's Closet

vintage fedora - I think it's from my mom's store...I've had it so long

tights - Target

Girlie heels - courtesy of Nine West

Madison Brynne bag - courtesy of Coach (I know, I wear this all the freakin' time...I just love it)

I'm a special kind of night owl. I'm the kind of night owl that rarely leaves its nest at night, and by all means of logic should probably transition to the lifestyle of an early bird. Yet here I am, every single night, up until four or five in the morning. Then it's off to early morning meetings and breakfast and previews...then back home to work. Then, a little nap. I wake back up and get to work again (or catch up on Weeds). Before I know it, I'm up all night again. This week has been little naps and major headaches, with lots of running about in between. I'm the kind of girl who either sleeps too much or rarely at all. I'm constantly reminded that it's quite unhealthy, but it's just the way I work - and here I am complaining about it, even though I kind of like the quiet madness of it all. It peppers my otherwise mundane day-in and day-out with just enough anxiety to make me feel like myself. After all, who am I, if not a mess?


Yesterday, after an hour and a half of sleep, I headed to the Nine West preview at The Standard, went directly to another multi-label preview after that, had lunch with Bobby and then made a stop at the American Living preview. I've made a habit out of accepting more invitations, because it keeps me from getting cabin fever and lets me interact with actual people, since I usually just talk to my animals. On top of meeting not one but two people from Coral Springs (small world), I also received a complimentary CND Shellac manicure at the second of the previews, which was both enjoyable and a little embarrassing (my nails were a mess and my cuticles were even worse). It's supposed to last two weeks, so I'll report back with the results. If I get through more than a few days, I'll consider it a success. Manicures never last long on me - maybe because I'm so fidgety and clumsy - hence, my rare foray into the nail salon. Like I said...I'm a mess. But that's me, and my friends and family love me all the same.

Speaking of messes...I should probably clean this apartment. It looks like a tornado hit Brooklyn again.

Temper-Temper-Temperature

Just looking at these photos makes me shiver. Though these photos were from before the Florida trip, it exactly matches the current weather: chilly and rainy - which is a nightmare for someone already suffering from a cold. I guess it wouldn't be much better if it was beautiful outside. At least I'm not missing much in the way of weather. Still, I'd appreciate not being feverish and sick sickly, so I'm just taking it easy and hoping I'll recover soon!
Outfit Details:Tyler Moto Jacket and Madison Brynne Bag - courtesy of CoachModCloth dress - swapped from Kim (swaps are the best!)tights - Targetvintage boots - thriftedumbrella - Muji
For more of Bobby's photos and details of what he wore, visit his blog This Fellow.
Love Love,Keiko Lynn

It's cold and snow's actually on the ground

It's just a snow fall of snow balls, evidence of the winter. And I can feel my hands again. We're almost home.
Outfit Details:
grey coat - courtesy of Asian iCandy
MNG by Mango cardigan - JC Penney, from a gift card I won
ModCloth dress - from a dress swap with Kim
tights - from my mom
lace up boots - courtesy of Wanted (order a size down - these run large)scarf - Forever 21 men's section (borrowed from Bobby)madison satchel - courtesy of CoachMiku - from planet pretty princess

I finally got around to taking an outfit photo, which is sadly a blogging landmark for this week of no hot water. Without a proper shower I look somewhat like a troll doll/gremlin hybrid that doesn't deserve documentation. None of this bird bath, boiled water and washcloth crap. I need to shower in order to function, let alone look remotely alive. The hot water is back on and in result, I'm in much better spirits.

Being the big baby that I am, I still wasn't willing to stay outside longer than what it takes for me to walk to the train - so I took pictures inside. I would actually prefer to take all of my winter photos from the comfort of a heated interior, but I live in a tiny, dimly lit place and my only lens with a wide enough aperture for scant light is a 50mm (which means it's pretty useless for full length photos in a shallow space). I just ordered a 35mm f/1.8, so hopefully that will help, because I'm sure you don't want to hear me complaining about how goshdarn cold it is. Especially since most of you already know how cold it is and don't need a reminder. Except Florida, which in a really smug "eff you" move to the rest of the United States, was the only state without snow this week. My grandma had the nerve to mention how warm it was in Coral Springs. What a jerk.

I don't know why I'm complaining (I guess I'm just being a little brat) - I love snow. If it's going to be cold, we should at least be granted a snowy blanket of magic. It really hasn't gotten old for me yet. I, along with my old roommate Lane, was well into my twenties before I ever even saw snow. She called me outside to bask in its magnificence; we were like little kids that just saw a real live unicorn. Save for our lookalike Perlino Paso Fino, Diablo, and the unicorn/dog hybrid Miku that you see before your very eyes, I've never actually seen a real unicorn. It's too bad. I think I would like that very much.