New Look

I think I know what those kids who wore all black in high school felt like.  They just didn't want to look like everyone else.  I moved back to North Texas 5 weeks ago.  I was sailing on the elation of my graduation.  My hair was bouncy, blonde, and everything a Texas girl strives for.  I delighted in wearing cutesy dresses, pearls and flats.
Fast Forward 5 weeks.  I just dyed my hair dark brown two days ago to stand out from the hoards of Dallas blondes in barbri.  If my Ohio friends would have seen my outfit today, they would have been shocked.  I don't know if it's the bar exam review or the North Texas culture shock that has me running so frantically from prep to hipster.  Maybe (hopefully) it will all level out again.  On that slightly soul baring note concerning the evolution of my personal style, I am drawn to look for new pieces and accessories for my look.  Some basics I'm already sporting are:

J. Crew's vintage slim jeans (but in a darker wash, obvs)

Dior's Creme de Gloss (in red, to off-set the dark hair)

...an oversized T from this place

and my dad's vintage wayfarers.

Some pieces I'd like to add to the collection:

Steven Alan's Checked cotton boyfriend Shirt

Alexander McQueen (may he rest in peace) Silk Skull Scarf

Mike & Chris Maguire studded leather jacket

Art. In Cleveland.

I am an art lover.  I love walking through museums and having almost religious experiences when viewing exceptional works of art.  Certain paintings and sculpture have brought me to tears.  I love art.
Having grown up with a mom who studied art history, I would like to think that I'm a bit versed in fine art.  I at least have an understanding of various artists, movements, and styles.  After living in Cleveland for 3 years, I finally visited the Cleveland Museum of Art this past Saturday.
It. Was. Phenomenal.
I admit, I wasn't expecting much.  I figured that there would be perhaps a few good examples of certain movements and a few "important" pieces.  I was extraordinarily wrong.  Not only did the museum have phenomenal pieces by well-known artists, it had AMAZING examples of certain artists' individual periods; and great example pieces of certain movements.  My parents and I walked through the museum in my normal, preferred method: contemporary --> backwards in time.
Each period was amazingly curated, as seen from these examples from the museum.

Van Gogh's The Large Plane Trees (Road Meanders at Saint-Remy)

La Vie from Picasso's Blue Period:  Such a great example of Picasso's blue period AND only one of many Picasso pieces that the museum has.  Each piece clearly depicts the various periods of Picasso's life- from early, to blue, to cubism, and beyond.  Simply Marvelous.

The Dream by Dali- I usually don't like Dali works- they get a bit too surreal and weird for me, BUT this piece is soo Dali and, in my opinion, such a perfect representation of a "great" Dali work.

I urge anyone who live in Cleveland, or who passes through, to visit the museum.  Honestly, this museum is better curated than many of the museums I've been to (including those in Europe).  It's a MUST!

The Past Weekend.

Lovely Blog Followers,
My sincerest apologies for my absence over this past weekend.  I have so much to blog about, I don't know where to start.
First: Apt. 44 Finally got packed up for the movers (not as much as my parents had wished, but packed nonetheless)  Here is the SUPER SAD aftermath of "the move"

All the boxes... and then,

Nothing :(

Second: In the time between the above pictures, I graduated from Law School.  It was definitely a crazy weekend filled with going from this event to that event, seeing friends, and celebrating the end (or the beginning).  It for sure has not set in that this "Cleveland" chapter in my life is through.  Probably because I really can't face the reality that there are some people I won't be seeing every day.  Thankfully, I am certain that these friendships will not quickly fade and will continue.  I am also anxiously looking forward to certain reunion dates that are on the near horizon.  

Here are some pictures of the lovely events of the weekends.

The Parents

Herby

My Beautiful Mom

So that's the weekend... Fashion Sunday will be posted soon... Having spent the day with a billion (well, 500) recent law school graduates studying for the Texas Bar, I have MANY opinions on Texas Fashion and what may or may not have been worn at Eddie Deen's Ranch (yes, that is the real name of my bar review location).

Goodbye, Apartment 44.

Until I moved into my current apartment, I had been moving every 9 months for the past 4 years.  As many college students are aware, graduating from high school and going to school is often more about living out of the same 5 u-haul boxes as you move from dorm to dorm/ apartment to college apartment... oh yes, and back home or to an internship every summer.  During my last year of college, I forewent the boxes, but packed up two (maybe three) suitcases and moved to London for the year.  After that year I moved to Cleveland, and then the next year to my current apartment in Cleveland.  I'm exhausted just retyping it.  All that to say, is that for the past TWO! years, I've lived in Apartment 44.  It's been the longest time I've lived in one place since pre-college.  It's an adorable little studio with a closet even Carrie Bradshaw would love.   I'm definitely going to miss this little nest and am definitely a little nervy as I pack, because I have NO idea where I will be unpacking these boxes next year (or the year after)...
In honor of Apt. 44's memory, I'll post these pictures of happier times, when she wasn't consumed with boxes, and when the rugs were on the floor and all the pictures were hung.

You may be asking yourself how the desk that was in the previous picture got over here: I may or may not be a bit of a "nester" extraordinaire.  I have to constantly keep changing things around: the above picture is the most recent incarnation of the Apartment Layout.

Totes miss you already, 44.

Cleveland- I'm gonna miss you, Pt. I

Joakim Noah's Earlier Cleveland Bashing: 


“I don’t know about Cleveland, man, there is nothing going on. It’s bad, man.”
After that quote, Noah was asked whether his dislike for the city could be used as motivation in the series: “What, that Cleveland really sucks?”