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: New York City

// 2014, let’s do this.

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Of course I could make 1 million resolutions to be a better human–to drink less, to design more, to make my own clothing, to eat healthier, to go jogging (literally my least favorite activity), to read more than 75 books, to spend less money on things I don’t need….but I think I would like to take this year a lot like I did 2012. I am just making resolutions that will make me happier, make me smarter, and don’t have astringent guidelines. Because everyone knows that I would only eat healthy and exercise until approximately March before I broke into a McDonald’s and feasted on fifteen cheeseburgers.

Dear 2014, let’s be content. Let’s dance when we want and let’s eat more cheese than should be allowed and let’s have wine with friends (both old and new) and let’s read things that are great and also those that aren’t. Let’s have coffee and work on perfecting the at-home cappuccino and let’s enjoy every step of the grueling process of building a portfolio. And let’s visit new places full of new memories. Let’s just do it all and remember to help others when we can, and as much as possible. Let’s own up to the bad TV shows we are so fond of and let’s laugh at ourselves more than we laugh at others.

2014, I think I’m ready. To be an adult, to grow, to learn, and to be content.


// 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.


// Roosevelt Island.

The boy and I had a lazy Sunday–coffee at Oslo on the Upper East Side, followed by a long walk to the Roosevelt Island Tram. And a first for both of us new New Yorkers–a visit to Roosevelt Island! There isn’t a ton to do there, but it was named after Roosevelt (Franklin, not Teddy), there was a small outdoor art exhibit, and a beautiful view of Manhattan. Did I mention that the Tram was simultaneously amazing and terrifying? I would also like to point out that Donald has perfected his “super grump” or Grumpy Cat impression (also known as the “Carodine frown” to mostly just me). We ended our leisurely afternoon with a walk through the changing colors in Central Park.

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// Outfit details / recent Frank Sarto ankle booties, found at TJ Maxx / Madewell jeans / sweatshirt was another gift from Yoolee / Kenneth Cole rain coat / hat, thrifted / bag was another find from TJ Maxx //
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// nearly an Indian summer, and we walked.

Hannah (one of my friends from Auburn that also interned in NYC this summer) came to visit last weekend! We walked. A lot. We walked to the coffee shop, we walked on the HIgh Line, we walked to the #Eccentrico Armani Exhibit, we walked to Chelsea Market, we walked to Nordstrom Rack, we walked, we walked, we walked. Because there was just a bit of chill in the air–a light jacket and a hat, and you’re set.

There is something magical about being as close to November as we were, wearing light jackets, and warming up with hot coffee (or hot chocolate, like Hannah). The leaves were changing, the wind was blowing, we soaked up the last teensy bit of warmth there was…and we walked.DSC_0126 DSC_0140 DSC_0128 DSC_0086 DSC_0061

// 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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// a place to call home.

Three years ago, I was finishing up my second year of college and having one of those late night, stay on the porch for hours kinds of conversations with someone who was once a close friend. We spilled our ideas about the future, how we would get there, fears about whether or not they would ever happen, and the lengths we would go in order to accomplish something worthwhile. We made a pact and set a date. As stated four years ago, “WE WILL BE IN NYC IN 2013.” Partially driven by a love for the city and partially driven by this song.

So needless to say, it’s a little bit weird fumbling around the way I have been for the past three years. I mean, I sort of had a plan. I sort of wanted to move to NYC, post-graduation. I sort of set really high expectations for the upcoming years…but none of it felt real. It had always been a sort of crutch for me to say that I would eventually be on to “bigger and better things.” One day, I would move off to the city known for crushing spirits and raising hopes. I would work my way up from interning to hopefully assisting to hopefully designing.

It is so very odd. I’m here. It’s official. I’m living in NYC. I don’t know how long I will be here, but I’ve finished college. Today I bought groceries and braved rush hour on the subway with my bag of individually packaged goods, symbolizing the reality that is here. I don’t have a set goal of how long I will stay (as of now, I have the summer–but we’ll see how the job fare goes) and I don’t really know where I want to wind up. But I am really, really glad to have unknowingly made it on our haphazardly created timeline.

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I am renting my room (not pictured, but here is a photo of the AMAZING view from my window) from a lovely gentleman named Joe. He and I are already getting along great. I start my internship with Gabriela Moya tomorrow morning. Eeeek!

NYC: snapshots and blurry memories.



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So, where did A Proper Fool go?

Well, the question might be more easily answered with, where didn’t A Proper Fool go?

Now, don’t get too excited. I wasn’t jet-setting around the globe or anything. But I did make some pretty noteworthy accomplishments as I rounded out 2012 and rang in 2013.

Here we go–

I accomplished everything  almost everything on my list of New Year’s resolutions last year; I ate a lot of really good food. I drank a lot of really good wine. I read a lot of books, magazines, news articles, and all of those things that keep an individual relatively informed. I played some video games I watched a shocking quantity of movies and tv shows. I made a lot of questionable decisions, that helped me grow in various ways (“What is Eryn even wearing?”). I listened to a lot of music. New music, old music, popular music. You name it, I danced listened to it.

And the two biggies: I got back in touch with myself. Yeah, it may sound really easy. It may seem like a silly goal or some kind of ambiguous term that people use when they “find” themselves. But really, I learned a lot about what I like and what I don’t and who I want to surround myself with. Because of that last one, there were a few ups and downs you know in the love dating department. Mostly ups, though.

And last, but certainly not least, I went to New York City for New Year’s Eve. We didn’t go to Times Square because my goal was to test out the area and see if I could stand to live there. I stayed with two new and great friends in Brooklyn and battled the subways with too much luggage and scoured the Brooklyn Flea Market like it was my job (oh hey, I met Alexa Chung) and toured the Chelsea Market and I gawked at things I couldn’t afford all over 5th Ave and ate my weight in international food (no joke, I gained 6 pounds in two weeks). I went to some local shows, I went to some cool parties…it was grand. And guess what? This just in: I love NYC.

Here are some snapshots of NYE (We went to a “secret” warehouse party in Brooklyn. It felt very Girls).



I have hundreds of photos to sort through from the events of the past year before a more realistic look at 2012 can be made, but I have to say, I think it was my best year yet.

Some major highlights: Nashville with Alyssa and Allison, ATL for Allison’s birthday, Damian Jurado & Sharon van Etten with Alyssa and Rose, a complete stranger gave me $500 (which funded my trip to the Big Apple), Bonnaroo (I literally have no idea what happened to those photos), working with Emily over the summer, touring J Crew/Madewell, a new apartment and a new roommate, my first visit to the 280 Boogie, Julia Nunes with Sara, Halloween 2012 and all that that entails, the mini pie date debacle, late nights with my sisters, the infamous prom party, learning to pronounce words correctly from Jose (because “latte” is actually pronounced “late”) listening to Shake It Out more than anyone should admit, late night car rides to nowhere, wine and chats with Nadene…there are so many things I am sure I have left out. But all in all, as I am ushering in my 23rd year of you know, living, I have to say: it’s been pretty great fantastic thus far.

This is where we queue leftover, reminiscent photos of 2012 for my next couple of posts.

Here’s to the upcoming year–I plan to live for a living.