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My great mistake, the fault for which I can't forgive myself, is that one day I ceased my obstinate pursuit of my own individuality // Oscar Wilde

Tag: Fashion

// feathers & lace & tulle all over — enter the world of Gaultier.

I have been meaning to post these photos for a few weeks now (sorry, Bethany!). Per usual, I uploaded them, forgot they were already floating around in my draft folder, promptly deleted the photos from my camera, and assumed they were lost forever. Alas, they were not. And now I can gush over the inspirational magic found in the Brooklyn Museum’s Jean Paul Gaultier exhibit.

Upon entering the exhibit, you are overwhelmed by the crowd of people (if you went on a weekend), the mannequins that were displaying the garments, and the variety in the designs. Anywhere from mermaids, to the Middle Ages, to stripe overload, you see mannequins with blinking, life-like faces smiling at you, appreciating your visit. Initially, it was a bit creepy. Later, I would say that these talking, smiling, waving characters became my storytellers, as I oohed and awed over Gaultier’s constant boundary-pushing ideas.

Let’s face it–many people know Gaultier for his relationship with Madonna’s costumes. But as I spent nearly three hours completely lost in his world, I forgot about Madonna completely. Because Gaultier is in and of himself, provocative. Gaultier’s use of models that were bigger than a Slim Jim and his constant ode to the female form (whether it be in nudity or highlighting it with his impeccable tailoring) is a move from the norm, and it’s empowering for us ladies. Gaultier allows us to be whatever size we want, define our own sexuality, and if we want to traipse around town in a cage-like corset because it makes us feel beautiful, Gaultier says DO IT. He is also a proponent of the non-traditional beauty & one of my all-time favorite materials: tulle. 

I most definitely will not be bouncing around Manhattan in a leather cut-out bustier, but you know what, I’m glad Gaultier thinks I could.

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// stripes & spots.

DSC_0005 DSC_0009 DSC_0012 DSC_0016 DSC_0031 DSC_0035One of the best things about managing Wendy Brandes‘s Instagram account–getting to wear & style all of the super cool rings. Jessica (the boy’s sister) was in town, so we toured the city while I ran errands for work. We stopped in and had dumplings for lunch, bought all of the acrylic display pieces we could find, came up with fun crafting ideas, & took photos of how I style the silver NYC Letter rings. There were multiple cappuccinos, leaves falling everywhere, and a determined hunt for the perfect winter hat. After our Sephora visits, red lipstick tutorials (even though I am wearing Revlon’s Just Bitten lip stain here), & nail polish mornings, we settled in for a night of movies.

 

// hashtag Eccentrico.

While floating around the internet last weekend, I came across #eccentrico and had no idea what it meant, or why every major magazine was using it. So I began digging through Instagram photos and hashtags did a little research, and Eccentrico is the One Night Only Armani exhibit, and it had finally made its way to New York, after visiting, Tokyo, Milan, Rome, and Hong Kong.

Hannah happened to be in town, so I grabbed her, and we made our way down to Pier 57. After attempting to enter two wrong doors (because of course there was no outdoor sign for the exhibit), we were gawking at some of the most amazing couture we had ever seen up close.

Did I mention that the exhibit was free? Because it was. As I was being ushered into a very dimly lit room with futuristic music blaring, I was told that photos were completely acceptable–their only request was that we not touch the garments. I must say, I have a new respect for the label.

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// working from home.

I don’t know if I formally announced this here, but I am officially a real part of the workforce! Yes, post-college, one of my internships turned into a job. I am currently the first full-time employee at Wendy Brandes Fine Jewelry. Now, I know what you’re thinking–what on earth is Eryn doing with her time? Is it fun to work for a small company? Wait, where does Eryn even work? IS THERE COFFEE INVOLVED? And if so, how many cappuccinos does Eryn drink in a week?

And I’ll not pretend that any of you are actually that curious about my day-to-day life. But you might actually be curious about how to stay motivated when working from home, on your own schedule, and starting from the ground up. So I’ll share the very minimal insight I have on those things. By that, I obviously mean that I intend to begin filling you in on the trials of now owning my own schedule.

But first, let me answer those pivotal questions.

1. I am OBVS doing a lot of research. My official title is “Public Relations & Marketing Coordinator.” And when working for a small business, that means that I do everything from searching for buyers on Linkedin, to making what some would consider a “sales pitch,” to convincing my boss that I’m extremely trustworthy.

2. Working for a small company can be a lot of fun! I get along great with my boss, and really, that is the only thing that matters. Yes, the ONLY thing. I work with the owner/designer/CEO of the company, so when she is working on a new design or coming up with a new way to market materials, I get to learn about it. And! I even get to make suggestions. We have a good team effort going.

3. I work from home on most days. As I am settling into my position, I will begin to schedule more meetings out of the house and attend PR events and whatnot. But for now, my efforts are in researching. Remembering a person’s name or title in an organization goes a long way in a phone call with someone who really had no desire to speak to you in the first place.

4. Yes, I know this was the most important question. There is a lot of coffee involved. During our weekly meetings, if I am going to be even one minute late, I spring for coffee and doughnuts. Because everyone needs that extra boost in the morning. And the bus is only sort of a reliable method of getting to work. I make an effort to drink coffee at home, but will go out for a cappuccino and a morning set-up session at least three days per week. This is mostly to keep me from being so spoiled that I work in my pajamas.

I just finished setting up my home office! It’s really basic right now, with only a desk. And I decided that paying $15 for the trash can that was really cute was silly. So paper bag it is.

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// Gap zippered denim leggings / Sam Edelman suede “Petty” booties / thrifted camouflage jacket / Warby Parker glasses / Madewell bracelet / bag found at TJ Maxx / Gap striped shirt //

So I am definitely still adjusting to being my own boss (when it comes to the way I spend my days, anyway). In fact, because I was home for my sister’s wedding for the past five days, I decided not to get dressed until roughly 2 pm. Of course, work began at 9. But I wasn’t required to be up and about. And I therefore wasn’t. But! From research I’ve been doing on how to make the most of your work from home and really learn to be your own boss, in a sense, here is what I have found:

1. Set-up an area that you will work from every day. Preferably not where you eat your meals, if possible. Having boundaries is a good thing!

2. Surround yourself with inspirational/pretty items.

3. Wake up early and get ready for the day! It gives you more motivation to be social, even over the phone.

4. DO NOT SNACK ON ALL OF THE GROCERIES YOU BOUGHT. That would end badly for a number of reasons; your budget will decrease, while your waist increases. No bueno.

5. Follow-up on everything. Whether it was a random meeting, realizing you have a mutual friend who also likes luxury jewelry, or you made a phone call to a buyer who doesn’t seem to care. At all. Remembering to call or email and say thank you makes all of the difference when you are speaking to them the next time around!

I had grand plans of making that into an infographic. A really cute one. But the boy got free tickets to this show. So that clearly took precedence. Next time!

Also, if you haven’t checked out the company I work for yet, you probably should. Wendy blogs a lot and is generally hilarious, I am in charge of the PR Instagram, and we are amping up our Pinterest presence. Oh yeah, and there’s Facebook. Of course.

// lazy Monday wear.

On Monday morning, Allison and I dragged ourselves out of bed for an early breakfast at Crema (THE TOMATO THREE CHEESE QUICHE IS HEAVEN). After breakfast, we visited Cumberland Park for a little fun! Not pictured: the rock climbing attempt and repelling rope. It should be noted that I played with a new lens for these photos! It didn’t go quite as planned. But I did get a few that weren’t blurry out of it!

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Outfit details // Gap Boyfriend fit denim // Dolce Vita blue suede oxfords // T-shirt, hat, & belt thrifted //

// last visits & sundries.

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It did not disappoint. We ate one cronut immediately (obviously) and it’s crunchy outside, slightly sweet frosting on top, and gooey cream and blackberry jelly had us in a sugar high mere minutes after purchase. We saved the second cronuts for the afternoon, and I must say, those were even better. The light, flaky croissant layers had a few hours (while we napped) to soak up all of the inner goodness.

My last two days were spent packing up my room, ordering-in, and boarding a plane back to Alabama. I’m spending August visiting friends and family and enjoying the slower pace.

Outfit details // Gap Boyfriend fit jeans // Tommy Hilfiger t shirt // Sam Edelman Petty boots // thrifted hat & watch

// two weeks, summed up.

Well, it is my last week as an intern. These past two weeks have been full of perfectly crafted cappuccinos, long walks without a definite destination, photographs of beautiful products, getting lost in the Metropolitan Museum of Art with a bag full of sunglasses, braving the heat wave (sort of; we nearly passed out), interviewing execs at my company, scouring magazines, sifting through job posting after job posting, and creating my internship notebook. That last one has been eating my life. I spent my entire last weekend watching Orange is the New Black (highly recommend) on Netflix, ordering-in Mexican food, and using Photoshop.

Photographed below: Hope, a fellow intern at Isaac Mizrahi & Cameron, intern at Gabriela Moya.

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Did I mention that sometime in the whirlwind that has been the last two weeks I got to attend the recording of the Project Runway Allstars season finale?! Because that was a highlight. Pictured (that I recognized): Jeffrey from Project Runway Season 3 & Melissa from Season 10, Zac Posen, Isaac Mizrahi, Christopher from Season 10, (Jeffrey again) & Georgina Chapman.

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// Gabriela Moya + Giveaway!

Hello fellow bloggers! As I’ve mentioned several times, I am helping to manage the social media at Gabriela Moya. And I am happy to announce that we are launching our first ever GIVEAWAY! 

The instructions for winning this beautiful original Gabriela Moya tote bag are simple–

1. “Like” the Gabriela Moya page on Facebook

2. Share the photo from this post

3. Comment on the photo

You can be entered in as many times as you comment + share the photo, so keep entering to win! The contest will run until Wednesday, July 17th. We will announce the winner via Facebook. Happy sharing!

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// little update–stripes & spots.

You guys, NYC has been so rainy. What even is this? Therefore, this week’s outfit post was taken indoors.

DSC_0023 DSC_0027 DSC_0029Outfit details // DV by Dolce Vita Cheetah Print Oxfords (my mom scored this pair for only $20!) // H & M dress // J. Crew mutli-buckle leather belt // Felt hat, thrifted // Smashbox “Infrared” matte red lipstick // Madewell gold bangle // Forever 21 triangle painted earrings //

Things have been busy–I met Isaac this week! It was a brief meeting, but I think the red lipstick helped me to stand out. I didn’t wear this exact outfit, but it was pretty close. The red lips, hat, and shoes stayed the same.

I am focusing my efforts on social media for both Gabriela Moya and Isaac Mizrahi. For GM, I am managing the Pinterest and Facebook (please Like and follow us!) and at IM, I am comparing successful fashion brands and their use of social media. As it turns out, this is pretty extensive. There are even infographics for it. So I’ve been researching and researching and researching. Hope and I are going to begin an intern project at IM next week and we will possibly be styling some upcoming garments/accessories around the city. CROSS YOUR FINGERS. That would be so fun!

Also, how did I forget to mention that I was a featured guest blogger for The Hemborg Wife two weeks ago?? Where has the time gone?? Go read my post (“Accidental First Dates”) and see what Bailie is up to. She took a little trip to Cali and spends most of her days being a lovely wife in Sweden (sounds great, right?!).

// solo concert review.

DSC_0009 DSC_0022 DSC_0023 DSC_0024 DSC_0036Concert attire // Sam Edelman Petty ankle booties // Calvin Klein leather backpack, thrifted // Madewell light wash denim // Crew neck mullet cutoff tee, thrifted // Necklace, thrifted (in Philly!) // Blazer, thrifted (little boy’s section)

So, it was a little scary. I walked into this massive arena, typically known for its basketball. And then I began walking. And walking. And walking a little bit more. Until I found it! Section 222, and from there, I went up. Up and up and up, all the way into the nosebleeds, in a mostly deserted area.

Initial reaction: What was I thinking buying a ticket to go to a concert alone?! How will I complain about how close we are to the ceiling? How will I turn and make a goofy/excited face when Postal Service finally comes on? Who is going to return to being a teenager with me? Yes, I was in this time warp alone.

But, once I got past all of the firsts–first time sitting in the wrong seat (on purpose, so that I had a slightly better view), paying too much for peanut M&Ms, sitting at an upbeat concert, it was really fun. The rest of the night was spent dancing. With myself. And ignoring the people sitting in the nearby section. I had the entire seating area to myself. And it was great. I even kept my balance without a comrade to hold me up (geez, that could have been terrible from that height–me, tumbling down and down and down…).

So I’ve done it. And I think I’d do it again.

The show really was better than expected. No matter how much I loved Postal Service previously, I wasn’t sold on the idea that a tour ten years later would be worthwhile. The lighting was great, the sound was great, and Ben Gibbard and Jenny Lewis were really enjoying playing for us. Which showed in their music. He even made a few comments about how humbling it was to still have so many fans after their single album. I’m not a concert reviewer by any means–check out this article in the NY Times. It’s way better.

Post show, I grabbed drinks with Grace and oddly enough, an old friend from Huntsville! Small world.