Zara coat, H&M jeans, Michele watch, Quay sunnies, Louis Vuitton bag

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Despite being an (amateuer) contemporary art enthusiast and 4th year NYC resident (not the medical kind, I practically failed anything science related), I had never visited the annual Armory Show until last weekend. We did a little window shopping in Soho first before heading to the middle of nowhere, aka 12th avenue, for this Big Apple version of art basel. I had also only recently lost my By Chloe virginity – I know, what kind of wannabe fashion blogger am I if I don’t eat instagram curated vegan food? Yet I somehow managed to eat Chloe 3x in this one weekend.

The show was awesome as expected but also ginormous. I literally couldn’t fit into my loafers the next morning because my feet were so swollen from walking around for hours. It didn’t help that Dan took a snail’s approach to observing the art. At one point, we got separated and I had gotten to the back of the first showroom while he was still barely 1/4th of the way through. Thanks dude.

It was also super interesting to see how our iPhones have changed the way we view art. We see everything through our pixelated screens now rather than with our bare eyes. In fact, the last photo on the left was a pool of water that was programmed with facial recognition and mirrored the audience’s face, but the artist had to tell everyone to put our phones away because they were covering our faces. Now that’s pretty dope and corrupted.


I’m an avid SoulCycler and wannabe yogi. I’ve especially been loving restorative yoga lately since you basically just lie in the comfiest positions for 20 minutes while nuzzled under and over pillows, blocks and bolsters. Yesterday, I did a restorative class followed by an hour long massage. It reminded me why I’m so grateful I don’t have children yet and instead can just zen the fuck out on weekends.

I’ve been eying a lot of cool activewear apparel since this whole exercise kick started. I can’t help but fawn over these pieces by Alo Yoga, P.E. NATION and Tory Sport. I’m not sure I want to spend $500 on a sports bomber but if I did, that maroon Tory Sport one would be on the top of my list.

Good bye 2017 – you were full of surprises and taught me so much but I’m so looking forward to 2018 and all of its opportunities to travel. I already have a three day trip to Paris booked for March. It’s my third time in the City of Love, but my first visiting with someone I’m in love with. How exciting!!

Of course, I’m already thinking ahead and dreaming about where else my passport will take me to in 2018. So far, I’m thinking:

Loft faux fur coat, Zara jeans, Sam Edelman backless loafers, Quay sunglasses


Locanda Verde brunch


Louis Vuitton has a dope exhibition going on right now in Tribeca. “Volez, Voguez, Voyagez” pays tribute to 163 years of classic luxury and features everything from decadent gowns to old time luggage. I had originally planned on getting up at 8am that day, expecting the usual NYC wait of 1-3 hours for anything with an expiration date, but I luckily saw a coworker’s Instastory of the exhibition the night before and asked her how long she stood in line. I was a little shocked when she said there was no line and she walked right in, but I guess I went during the onset of the holiday season when most New Yorkers flee the city.

We ate at Locanda Verde beforehand and my boyfriend got shrimp and grits while I ordered lemon ricotta pancakes. My appetite was really low that entire week and I was praying that it was the result of going off birth control. But nope. It’s back and in full force just in time for Christmas. Thank you world for blessing me with the appetite of a bear before hibernation.


My roommate asked me about my taste in famous dudes the other day and I explained that I’m attracted to actors based on the roles they’ve played and the talent they exude. I’ve never been into “pretty boys” like Channing Tatum and Chase Crawford but I love rugged, unconventionally hot guys who play very serious roles. My boyfriend jokes that it only took him 7 years of friendship and 2 tattoos for him to win me over.

My favorites include:

Tom Hardy, especially because he’s regularly casted by Christopher Nolan who’s one of my favorite directors

Alex Skarsgard, even when he played a psycho husband in Big Little Lies

Christoph Waltz, mostly because he plays Tarentino’s quirky roles so well

Viggo Mortensen but only as a Russian gangster in Eastern Promises