Thursday, July 29, 2010

We believe in peddling vintage Schwinns with flower baskets.

We believe in poetry, picnics, and piñatas.

We believe one is never too old to keep a diary, the secrets only grow more scandalous.

We believe in arranging fresh flowers unruly like an English garden.

We believe in adventure and traveling the globe, be it to Marrakech or Malibu.

We believe in handwritten thank you notes, better late than never.

We believe in piggy banks and cookie jars.

We believe in book clubs full of Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Austen and Woolf.

We believe station wagons are hopelessly chic.

We believe in collecting: stamps, shells, books, big glittering diamonds…

We believe in marrying the boy that writes us the best love letters.

We believe in highly competitive board games—Chess, Scrabble, Chutes & Ladders.

We believe in spontaneous road trips and charming, chintzy bed & breakfasts.

We believe there’s something to fortune cookies, wishbones and 4 leaf clovers.

We believe in classics- shaken and stirred 


Friday, July 23, 2010

"Sometimes I don't get you,' I said.
She didn't even glance at me. She just smiled toward the television and said, 'You never get me. That's the whole point."

"And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come 
together commenced to fall apart." 

Ah, well, then you’ve never stood on a beach as the waves came crashing in, 
the water stretching out from you until it’s beyond sight, moving and blue and 
alive and so much bigger than even the black beyond seems because the
 ocean hides what it contains.
-The Ask and the Answer, Patrick Ness

"Thomas Edison’s last words were: ‘It’s very beautiful over there.’ I don’t know where 
there is, but I believe it’s somewhere, and I hope it’s beautiful." 

"It's not because I want to make out with her." 
Hold on." He grabbed a pencil and scrawled excitedly at the paper as if he'd
 just made a mathematical breakthrough and then looked back up at me. 
"I just did some calculations, and I've been able to determine that you're full of shit" 

-John Green, Looking for Alaska

When I look at my room, I see a girl who loves books.
-Looking for Alaska, John Green

Thursday, July 22, 2010

did i tell you how divinely and utterly happy i am?

BUH. I'm sick, I went to the pharmacy yesterday afternoon and picked up some syrup I have to take three times a day. So while everyone else is out enjoying the rays of the day I'm stuck inside with my hot tea and persistent hacking cough. So I put Breakfast at Tiffany's into my computer drive and watched Holly Golightly flounce on the screen. Its interesting because I've watched this movie my whole life, but just now I happened to get it a bit more. So many subtleties to this movie I'd missed.
I love it even more...if that is possible. 

Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling? 
Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name! 

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

We considered behaving, but it was against our nature 
-The Book of Dreams, O.R. Melling

today i took the train and then the ferry to lake como. it was ammaaaZzzinng. Christie and i bought a huge bottle of wine, some fruit and chocolate. then snuck into this amazing resort with a pool off the side of the lake, and just lounged by the pool/lake all day long. then snuck into this mansion-where we were caught and had to jump the fence while the butler watched us in disbelief.hahahaha
everywhere around the lake was a bit touristy and thus ridiculously expensive so we sprinted to mcdonalds and gorged on the most amazing mcChicken burgers. sooooo good. then we danced to her ipod in the empty train aisles the entire ride back.
One of those 'best days ever' kinda days

Sunday, July 18, 2010

I've been sorting through internet web pages for the last forty minutes. and I can't seem to encounter a feeling of satisfaction. its about two am. here and I seem to be looking for something. ho hummmm. Vacillate is the word of the night as my mind walks a tight rope over the insanity of my heart.  

Thursday, July 15, 2010

I couldn't help but...

I’m not going to wear a red dress,” she said.
“It would look stunning, My Lady,” she called.
She spoke to the bubbles gathered on the surface of the water. 
“If there’s anyone I wish to stun at dinner, I’ll hit him in the face.
-Graceling, Kristin Cashore

My new favorite pastime: eating peanut M&Ms and drinking nectar from the heavens otherwise known in Italia as 'Tropicale Juice' while dancing around the outside balcony to musical throwbacks from middle school with all of my roommates

So I was super excited the other day because I just finished shows for Valentino and Missoni. Super Exciting. They really know how to treat their employees top notch.  It was absolutely lovely wearing the clothing. You couldn't help but feel beautiful in the patterns and fabrics. While one of the make up artists, wearing a 'Le Petit Prince' t-shirt, was powdering my face I asked him about his work. He spoke of Naomi Cambell, Tyra Banks and other top models that he'd  prepared for fashion shows.

Another run in with fame and glory was with Ms. Jay, one of the judges from America's Next Top Model. I couldn't help but get so excited when I recognized him. I mean, like almost every thirteen year old girl in the U.S., I tuned in every week for America's Next Top Model. Imagining how far I would succeed in the competition to be 'on top.'  He was so classy and  kind and even gave me a few tips for my runway walk. Then strutted his own jaunt for a clear example. The rest of the day I spent going over my walk-practicing on the sidewalks and on poor unsuspecting bystanders. 

I sat at an outside cafe with Christina and Christie, the breeze twirling our hair and giving us sanity from the heat. Sipping a macchiato, I couldn't help but think of how much I'm going to miss this place. I leave in less than two weeks, and I simply have loved every moment I've spent here. My mistakes, and joys, excitements and disappointments are crystallized into this beautiful daydream of a world that I know I must leave for reality once more. But I will continue to press the snooze button for these two weeks until my plane lifts off to Dublin to Boston and finally to Charlotte.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

"Suddenly there was a great burst of light through the Darkness. The light spread out and where it touched the Darkness the Darkness disappeared. The light spread until the patch of Dark Thing had vanished, and there was only a gentle shining, and through the shining came the stars, clear and pure."
- Madeleine L'Engle, A Wrinkle in Time

Tonight was loverly. My roommates I and all ate dinner out at a restaurant, we sat around a huge television playing the world cup. my pick for the game was Holland but apparently the Dutch couldn't defeat the Spaniards. Anyhow as the game ensued flashes of light kept catching my eye from the window. Christie noticed as well and we filed outside to see what the situation was. It was the most beautiful lightning shooting through the sky. Over and over it bellowed through the clouds and lit the dark night. Purple colors danced around the bolts and the sky was fringed with red. The leftover warmth from the day hugged us close and I couldn't help but feel at peace with the world. For twenty minutes we sat, with our heads to the sky. 

Monday, July 5, 2010


This weekend.

Well it was a bit of a whirlwind. I got two jobs and I couldn’t help but feel my feet were walking on air. Saturday, Christie and I booked a job for a German magazine. The exciting thing, is that I did a shoot for the cover! Something I’ve never even dreamed of. Christie and I walked down to the metro and met the photographer and his brother, who drove us to their summer home in Nizza Monferrato. Which is apparently famous for their amazing wines. We posed together and apart, in their lovely home and in a field of sun flowers. Which let us take a minute for sun flowers, in Italian sunflowers are called ‘girasole’, gira means it turns in italian and sole means sun. just as the flower turns its face to the sun. Don’t you simply love that? Our two guides took us to eat between shots, where I consumed the most refreshing ravioli, the noodle concoctions were miniature and adorable.

Saturday evening we took the train back into Milano, oh so happy to fall into our beds for a nap before an evening spent on a dance floor.

Today is Monday and it has been simply beyond all imagination and more than my heart could dare to dream. I was chosen to do a photoshoot for Vogue magazine. Yes, the Vogue. Not really knowing much about what an editorial was, or even the theme of the shoot I hopped skipped and jumped all the way to the metro station. My mind stampeded over so many thoughts as we whizzed underground. One thing I resonated on was an idea I remember from a movie. In the film ‘Pay it Forward’ one of the characters makes such a big deal about being on time to appointments. And how it is of such importance, a matter of respect. And I couldn’t help but think how true that is, how disrespectful it is to be late. I mean of course things happen, life is full of unexpected moments-but the majority of late time is belated happenings that could have been prevented with a little effort-like not pressing the snooze button on your alarm clock. Anyhow then I got to thinking how being on time is a rather large and important compliment. It is something lovely to note every time something falls into place as it should, because someone cared and respected you enough to not waste your seconds, minutes, hours, and days/life.
Anyhow, I arrived to the studio five minutes early-bravo. I waited while everything began to be set up and watched as a model walked in, then a male model and then another girl. Buhh, my heart dropped for only the tiniest of seconds to know that this would be more of a group shoot, then the camera on me. haha, I know what you’re thinking-is she kidding? Its vogue, whatever. But it is funny to see how once we get the things we think will make us happy, our happiness average has been raised and you find yourself only wanting more, thus why it is necessary for bad things to occur and knock your average down again, for reality to be allowed to blow your mind once more.
So, I waited while reality threw me over the moon.
I was sent to hair and make up. And can I just say- I felt like a queen, not a princess, but a queen. Two people were putting extensions onto my scalp, a woman was giving me a manicure of dark red polish and another man was preparing my face for heavy make up art. After I finished I found myself in a white gown that tumbled to the floor in a puddle. This is the best picture I could find to resemble it...

So we spent one hour getting the lighting correct and snapping away as I got in and out of a maserati that had been driven on set. The other rather chic and expensive part of the shoot were the diamonds. There was a man on set being paid to guard their whereabouts, and had to follow me around as they hung around my neck, wrists and fingers. I think someone said that by the end of the shoot I had been worth a total of one million dollars. Is that not insane? Insanity at its most glamorous.
But we did a total of four shots and four different jaw dropping dresses. And I was so taken aback to be in every one of them. So taken aback to be the only one in two, the female lead in all. It was wonderful.
After working for ten hours I met my six beautiful roommates for a drink at Hollywood and recounted the day to them.

Now I’m home, diamond-less and without my own convertible maserati. But mmmmm. Elton John is keeping me company to the tune of 'Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters' and the memory of the day will be something to savor forever.

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