Sunday, 25 January 2015

Living like Blair Waldorf #2

If you really want something you don't stop for anyone or anything until you get it.
Waking up in the morning to realise that I don't have my own personal Dorota is why the world could be a better place. I felt... nostalgic today, which is quite an odd feeling for me. I mean I wouldn't call myself very sentimental as I have always been a 'get up and go' sort of person no matter what. I didn't think to call home once this week and for a second I forgot what it was like living in the green pastures of Ireland. Suddenly I was calling mother and texting my version of Serena van der Woodsen, Kamile. Finding a friend who speaks fashion is like finding the classic Chanel bag that's constantly out of stock. I found myself reminiscing over the times where we spent afternoons gossiping about mediocre people over coffee in Starbucks, evenings shooting lookbooks and nights showing everybody up in the club. It really baffles me to think that when this blog blows up, we'll be travelling to the fashion capitals of the world together, attending glamorous fashion shows, afterparties and important meetings. Call it destiny or call it faith, It's going to happen.

So I started eating super healthy this week and exercising like the dresses in Bergdorfs depended on it. Although I did have a few mishaps (sigh), I can say being healthy and fit is one of the most rewarding things. Imagine yourself trying on a pair of jeans that used to be too small for you but now fits perfectly; your heart races and your smile widens, you exhale and feel like you've accomplished something bigger than solving the world's financial crisis. 
I'm finally learning to use my time more wisely now too, this week was as busy as the streets of New York as I tried to fit everything into my schedule, including socials with some new friends. I can tell you that this week was both thrilling and dim all at the same time. When Hayden Williams likes your regram on instagram, with a popular account following you and also remembering the times when Robert Cavalli liked your photos consistently, you simply cannot be in a bad mood,  I said to myself. Despite my troubling exam results, which made me want to cry more than the level of rain pouring from the sky,  I finally feel like I'm on the right track you know. I'm going after what I want, getting thinner and working harder. What more could a girl want?


Friday, 23 January 2015

Sunday, 18 January 2015

Living like Blair Waldorf #1

Destiny is for losers. It's just a stupid excuse to wait for things to happen instead of making them happen.
If I'm honest I didn't know what proactively living was until I came to Vancouver. Boredom isn't even a thing because there is always something to do and somewhere to go. I tried zen heat yoga on Thursday with little convincing from my roommate, Neish. Followed by Lunch at Faubourg Paris where Camille and I had the best macarons in Vancity. We sat outside facing the art gallery observing the serenity of the lives of ordinary day people. We talked fashion and cakes with way too many calories. I went shopping and finally as the clouds began to descend, disguising the little sun we had, I left to get ready for an evening social. 
On Saturday I went grocery shopping with my Japanese roommate Natsuno after vowing to ourselves that our healthy lifestyle starts today. With a whole day of productivity planned for Sunday, a clean room infused with an aroma of Vanilla and my outfits planned for the following week, I feel invincible. 

Christina Yang from Grey's Anatomy or Blair Waldorf from Gossip Girl, several people have compared me to both but I guess I have my days of being an unapologetic b!tch (90%) or at times pathetically superficial. Let me give you a scenario: So I don't know you and you don't know me but in the seconds that we meet I am already sussing out whether we're going to be really good friends or just really casual acquaintances. How well you react to my personality is always the deciding factor. I am far too opinionated for society's good. I love an argument and I hate to lose, I'm ambitious more than you know and I believe in saying things without thinking. There was a time when I was very little, where I thought there was something wrong until I met people just like me. It was the most liberating thing, as liberating as skinny dipping in foreign islands and singing horribly in public just because you want to. I didn't feel stuck anymore and I certainly didn't feel like I needed to filter my thoughts because these people understood. My tip for you? Find people who understand you and never let them go, life is too short for shitty friends and full fat milk. 

As most of you know I've just moved to Vancouver and I know some of you are dying to hear how It's going. SO I've decided to start a lifestyle feature on my blog where I ramble on about my life and things that are happening once a week. I hope you enjoy this and as always I'd love to hear your thoughts. 

Tuesday, 13 January 2015

Who's Andréa?

For those of you who love fashion and even for those of you who don't, I think we all have a little to learn from the ever so controversial character of Andréa in the multimillion dollar film The Devil Wears Prada and if you are not convinced, I'll explain why. There are a few factors in this blockbuster that made me wonder, would Andréa still be in the fashion world, perhaps as a senior lifestyle writer if it weren't for the lack of support present in her life? I mean, we say we want to do one thing but what if we're stifling our true passion?

Ambition. When we're talking about drive, Andréa should be a prime example. She is the pure personification of it. She worked her butt off and was willing to change her entire appearance (I think for the better) for the price of a small chance to attain her dream job. However what irritates me is that Andréa didn't use this drive to her personal advantage. As you know, she eventually claimed that her job wasn't so bad and her new sense of style was obviously a major perk but she gave up so many fantastic opportunities to network with top writers and editors in chief and for what? To be with her kinda sorta selfish friends.

Friends. What even are friends these days? Aren't they the people who are supposed to support you no matter what you decide to do with your life? Instead I found that Andréa's friends showed very little encouragement. If it's wrong to dispose of friends like that, then I don't want to be right because friends are supposed to accept you for who you are, even if you change. 
Girls who like pretty magazines and obsess over the latest pair of Jimmy Choos are people too. What absolutely bugs me is that some people have this mentality of 'You're too smart for fashion' when in reality fashion requires a lot of intellect, more than you know. When Miranda explained the process of how what's chosen to feature on Runways determine what will end up in fast fashion stores, I wanted to stand up on my desk and shout hallelujah; somebody who gets it. My main question is could Andréa have seen fashion for so much more if it weren't for her friends? 

The Guardian Angel. Nigel, oh poor old Nigel. I genuinely pitied him when Miranda decided to give his dream job to someone else, I must admit that that was particularly cruel but I wish Nigel had the initiative to know that he didn't need Miranda to create his dream job. By his age, I imagine his contact list must be overflowing with people who want him to work for them, where he would have the control that he craved. I think the problem was that he wasn't confident enough to take that risk, which honestly saddens me greatly. Buttt he was a great mentor to Andréa, let's face it, he turned an inexpensive cubic zirconia into a Chopard diamond. 

The Spotlight. Andréa truly had it all. Strolling from a benefit gala to Paris Fashion Week. From second hand rags to bloody Valentino but only after she proved to Miranda that she was the jack of all trades, the girl who could do anything. I can only dream of a life with days full of Galliano, Dior, Armani, Hugo Boss, Chanel, Vuitton and so much more. The simple lights of Paris or the chattering camera clicks of the street style paps. The smell of freshly baked macarons or the steaming coffee placed in your hand after merely 4 hours of sleep; the excitement of it all would catch anybody out. Fashion week, as dull as it might seem to some, is where it all begins and where it all ends. Nobody wants to miss out on that magic. 

So maybe Andréa feared Miranda Priestly or maybe she feared change. It troubles me to think that she could have been the one to change the negative aspects of the fashion industry. She could have proved to the world that you don't have to be a bitch just because you are particularly well dressed, or that the people in the industry aren't just airheads who crave expensive things and late night martinis. She could have approached fashion, with the power she had or the power she could have gained, from a completely different angle. People like her only come around once in a lifetime and although she feared becoming like Miranda Priestly, I fear that she could have been so much more.  As editor in chief of Runway, she could have changed the perception of fashion forever. Andréa could have been revolutionary.

Sunday, 11 January 2015

I am Carrie Bradshaw

Source: We heart it

I'm a writer, I'm a party girl and I'm certainly a girl who doesn't believe in the simple things in life. I'm extravagant in what I wear and find thrills in only cities like Amsterdam and New York. Where there is a path for adventure, I will follow it. Even if it means I might die from liver cancer, living on edge is the only thing that electrifies me. I don't believe in mundane and I don't believe in all star converse shoes and jeggings. I am drawn to danger, perhaps It's out of curiosity or out of the adrenaline rush that comes with. I fell in love with living life in the fast lane at a very young age and I don't like to wait for things. Just like Carrie, I'm a make it happen kind of girl and when I go home and crawl into bed at night, I write it all down and I take it all in. I have this obsession for high heels (short girl problems) and I don't save, I spend. I am a devoted consumer and I like things that make me feel good so much so that I have decided that I am in a relationship with clothes. 

I've also decided that I am not capable of a 9-5 job, I hate routine. I'm a 24/7 kind of girl when it comes to fashion and experiencing life to the fullest. I think Carrie would agree with me if I said that passion makes you do crazy things and I'm not ready to stop. I don't think I'll be ready even when I am 75, old, ugly and grey. My squint is your signal to know that I just had an epiphany. Like Carrie, I've always preferred night time to day time. When the sun goes down, I'm either partying, reading or writing. I see the world in a whole different light (or lack thereof), my epiphanies are strong, endless and spiralling towards me like a tornado in North America. 

Some people are settling down, some people are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies. 
Owner of a luxurious high rise apartment in New York City, I wake up to the sun shining right into my eyes but that doesn't bother me at all. Remembering I have a lunch date with my best friend, I get out of my tangled white bed covers to plug the kettle for my routine black coffee. Smelling of strawberries and water lily after a refreshing lukewarm shower, I step into my walk in closet and inhale the smell of expensive leather and vintage clothing. Fashion, apparently, is what I built my life on. Jimmy Choo or Alexander Wang? Embracing the culture of freedom present in New York, I go against my initial outfit ideas and settle for a lemon coloured trench coat and a high waisted multicoloured pencil skirt, with a pair of Manolo blahniks; the cherry on top. My day is filled with business meetings hosted by company executives.  By 12AM It’s Soho time, which means only two things; pretty cocktails and a banging hangover the next morning. It’s already 3AM yet a new day knocks violently on my bedroom door at 6AM to begin another exciting, unpredictable day. I think I would be truly content with the life of the girl with classy frocks and Starbucks stops.


Thursday, 8 January 2015