3 things New Yorkers Taught me about Fashion

It is a hands down agreement that the women of New York City are always stylish. Their looks are polished, and uniquely tailored to the ladies of the city.

My most recent trip to the City made my heart explode. My obsession with personal style was overwhelmed with the heat, unique prints, and latest trends as seen on the street. Half of my trip was spent staring at the ladies of the city. Either I was sitting in the car of a subway heading uptown, or walking across the street on 5th Ave. Here, are 3 lessons that New Yorkers taught me about fashion.

 

 

Stop matching. Just make it “go”. So many outfits didn’t even match. They just..went. Colors, patterns, cuts, layers – you name it. Even the most polished women wore pieces that complimented each other, but didn’t necessarily match shades. It made me rethink about my personal wardrobe, and how I can switch up patterns and colors a lot more than I thought. I once saw a women whose outfit didn’t match. Not a single bit, but it went. My mouth, dropped..like how could you do that and have it look bomb. A skirt, a sweater, a choker, knee highs, a vest..how. you go, girl.

(I would’ve taken a photo, but staring at her for 10 minutes on the subway was creepy enough.)

 

 

No matter the time of day or temperature outside, hair is always on point. Between the heat and humidity my hair was ready for bed at around 6pm. The frizz was impossible for me to keep up with. Perhaps, I didn’t bring the right products in accordance to the temp. Needless to say, New Yorkers know how to make hair look well-groomed. For brunch, for errands, for cocktail hour, for late night parties. Perfect loose curls, and voluminous pony’s were bouncing in the streets all night long. My hair, couldn’t disagree more with the weather.

 

Black is always an option. Whether it’s a pair of platform sandals, the elegance of a little black dress, black butterfly sunshades, or 2.55 Chanel bag- there was no doubt, that black is the answer. New Yorkers wear black, because it issexy, and suitable for any occasion. I’ve seen to many women/men make this look edgy, chic, sexy, and simple look their own. A symbol of power, or elegance, and of luxury. What better way for a New Yorker to describe their city with their outfit?

 

It’s true, New Yorkers can basically wear whatever the hell they want, and no one will judge them. The most creative, innovative, and powerful people live in this chaotic city. New Yorkers break fashion trends, they invent them, they redefine the rules. So, next time you’re looking for an outfit to wear, but feel like you have nothing..remember what a New Yorker would say to you, black is ALWAYS a good idea, mix those patterns and colors up for some summer funk..and always, make sure that your hair looks good.

 

xoxo,

Sabryna

 

 

 

 

Advertisements

A Millennials way of Traveling

Officially the season of Summer (I say as I scroll through my calendar). Can you believe it’s half over?! I ask myself why time pasts so fast, and how do I keep track of it all between two jobs, an internship, and the fast world of traveling.

I’ve traveled a lot this summer. So fun, right? I often think about white scorching sand sticking to my toes, floppy sun hats, shopping bags in each hand, and how long the battery will last on my phone. I just want to capture it all. Those moments of pure joy, scrunched eye laughter and of course, Instagram worthy food.

It’s so hard to capture it all on camera. I want to take in the real life moments, but I also want to share it with the world. The difficulty of tucking those in between moments into my heart, and wanting to capture the right candid photo of my boyfriend laughing.

My most recent trip has taught me a great lesson. How to balance my phone usage and how to balance not having a phone at all. There were hours where I scrolled to catch up on my social media feed while checking up on friends, but there were days where I left my phone inside for more than 5 hours (miracle, right).

Okay, I’ll admit I missed the convenience of my phone in one hand, but I loved having memories that I can only describe to friends. Oddly enough, it feels refreshing to step away for a bit. To be in communication with only those immediately next to me. The presence of only a few around me felt like a detox that was much needed.

The balance of phone usage during vacations are tricky, but for a millennial it’s a simple lesson that is essential to learn. 

 

I Live in a Town Where my Friends Vacation

Traverse City: A place where a homemade ice cream cone is around the corner, where the lake is your backyard, and where you can find your exactly location with the palm of your right hand.

A couple of months back, my friend and I had a conversation about our home towns. She laughed and questioned, “isn’t it funny that I vacation where you live?” To be honest, I never thought of it like that. Somehow, I forgot that not everyone lives on the lake during the summer months. I’ve been more than fortunate to have a childhood in one of the most beautiful small towns in America. At times, I itched to leave such a small town, but I now think about wanting to live here with my own family someday.

The tone of her voice still drifts in my memory, and the pause of my breath. I think that I just stopped and smiled. In the moment, I quickly remembered the smell of Spring, fresh cherry blossoms, and miles of pollen that follows you around.

I remembered the comfort of downtown at dawn during summer festivals. The flower beds at the open space, a riot of June colors. The exact shade of cracked brick on downtown cross walks. 

I bragged to her about how in the Spring, the trees are clothed in white blossoms and tips still in tight buds. And how downtown streets are purposely photogenic during sunset hours. A place where the lake basically becomes your dinner table, entertainment during leisure, and backdrop of the many photos taken. I showed her photos of sunsets on the dock, but kept repeating “this doesn’t do it justice, is just doesn’t”. I explained that the familiar sign of M22 printed on t-shirts and sweatshirts explains life in Northern Michigan.

A couple of months back, I forgot about my favorite details about my home town. I’m SO in love where I live, and so thankful to have friends who remind me of all my blessings. Being home for the summer make me even more humble to live in a town where my friends vacation.

A World Where Happiness is Everywhere

Going on a vacation with my boyfriend was definitely a plus, and 92 degree weather was very much needed, but Disney World was seriously awesome.

IMG_3818

Believe it or not, my boyfriend’s family goes every year, sometimes twice (he’s 20). Me, not so much. Last time I went, er, was when I was .. five? I think you get the point, I’m not really a Disney fan, nor was I ever. This time though was a life changing experience. Not the out-of-body kind of change, but I felt surrounded by so many HAPPY people. Kids, service dogs, and adults were in full Disney mode, and the energy was so contagious that I was able to loosen up, and make the most out of my vacation.

I’ll let honest, there were some things that I wasn’t a fan of (roller coasters, over price merchandise, and aquariums/zoo), but looking past that I had one of the best vacations I’ve ever been on. There was so much that we did that our average walking distance was 9 miles a day.. A good way to burn off all the desserts that were eaten (bless my stomach). There were lots of hours spent relaxing by Art of Animation’s Cozy Cone Pool and even more hours spent at the parks.

At first, I was a little unsure about my feelings about Disney, but as the days continued and after each time I saw my boyfriend’s face light up it made me feel like this is a lot of people’s happy place. And I was ready to find a happy place in 92 degree weather. Despite my fears of roller coasters and heights, I enjoyed the parks as much as he did, and there were so many laughs shared that my abs got a workout that week. A happy place where all ages can enjoy the shows, rides, and attractions.

I mean honestly, I’ve been so seriously all year, and had so much stress on my shoulders that this vacation did exactly what vacations are supposed to do.. make me forget about it all! The streets were crowded, and there were a ton of babies crying, but wow how much fun it is to be in such an upbeat, and cheerful place. Even if I don’t want to admit it.. I definitely plan on going back just to be surrounded by Disney characters and attractive desserts.

A Weekend in the Windy City

Chicago appeals to me more and more after every visit. Whether it’s the clean streets, breathtaking sky line, or the way Lake Michigan hugs the city. I can’t help but fall more in love with the city life.

Coming from a small town, and traveling to larger cities brings a rush of excitement. I’m always up for finding new restaurants to eat at, coffee shops to sip latte’s at, and stores to shop at! There’s just SO much to do here. Luckily, my boyfriend and I are fortunate to have friends who live around Lincoln Park area. This neighborhood is perfect in every way, and I’m obsessed.

We did everything my little feet could do in 3 days. Eating at Chicago’s most famous pizzeria, tasting a variety of macaroons at my favorite cafe, visiting tourist attractions, and everything in between. Here’s a couple of shots that I’m excited to share with you all..

The one thing that makes me feel so alive in the city is the inspiration I get when I visit. There’s so much life in the streets of Chicago, and it’s incredibly contagious.

I feel like anything can happen in Chicago.. Maybe, it’s because of the bold architecture, or Chicago traffic at 5pm, or maybe, it’s the smell of Lake Michigan mixing with hot dogs.. I’m not sure, but I cannot wait for my next visit to the Windy City.