BON VOYAGE

So as this semester draws to a close I cant, but reflect on my journey, the people I've met and the places I've gone. Its crazy to think that this blog itself has chronicled the path I've taken and how it has changed. Next semester sounds very promising. A new major, a new internship and new experiances. Some friends are going abroad next semester which is sad but I'm extremely happy for them. I hope I can go abroad next semester. I just had shabu-shabu with a friend of mine and it was delicious. Shabu-shabu for you uncultured folks is Japanese Hot Pot. In essence you cook your own food boiling meat, vegetables and noodles in a broth. Amazingly, I have very little work to do these days. Most of my classes have ended and after tomorrow I'll only have my concepts class to go to next tuesday. This is also the class I'm working on the final collection of Anastasia. I'd say it looks pretty good. Then on the 24th I fly out. Back to my homeland. The great golden state of California. I've never been more excited to go home. I've been buying presents for everyone and that alone has been quite time-consuming. Hopefully they appreciate all the money I've spent on them. With more time over this winter break, I'm hoping to read some books, get some fresh air and hey maybe I'll even excercise a bit. I really want to get my license. haha. Yeah thats right my license, you know that little card that says you can drive a motor vehicle. I graduated High School when I was 17 so I thought ah what the hell I'm moving to the big city and all everyone rides there is cabs and subways. This was true but going home is always a dilemna because you need to drive everywhere. I watched the movie Perfume yesterday which was very entertaining. It follows the life of a serial killer in 1800s France who in search of the bottled scent of a woman killed several women. I love fragrance myself as I've previously stated. I'd love to be a perfumer but the elitism involved in that proffesion is even worse than fashion. Well. Whatever, I can do whatever I fucking want and there isn't anybody who can say otherwise. I've come to terms with the fact that I want to be in fashion my own way. Whether it be styling my own list of clients, creating a small menswear line on my spare time or doing graphics for Raf Simons. The worlds my oyster damn it.

HARLEM HOOPLAH

So I didn't go home this thanksgiving. As homesick as I am, I decided to stay and concentrate on my work. I got so much done, but guess what there's still much more to go. I cant wait to end all of this and start fresh next semester. My schedule is looking pretty damn good next semester. I pretty much only go to school for two full days, two days I have only one class and I have wednesdays completely off, which is great considering I might get an internship. I hope I get this internship, it would be perfect. Its a well-known menswear label that works right out of the west village. They seem really nice and I feel like I'd be learning so much more than working for corporate. I still have a bunch of interviews to go to, but my mind is pretty set. My good friend Adhish had a party last night at his wonderful apartment in HARLEM. God I hate taking the train all the way up there. Not to mention it runs local on weekends. It was okay, but it was obvious Adhish was the life of the party. For obvious reasons. It was fun for a while, but it just wasn't our crowd so we left. I have to get some more work done since next week I have an invitation to the Louis Vuitton party! Thats right, thank god for classmates. I hope its fabulous and champagne filled. It be great to get some swag too. I was telling Sonia last night that this year is the antithesis of last year. Better parties, better people, harder work, less sleep. I love it. It reminds me of why New York is so great that one day you're drinking beers in Harlem and the next you're sipping champagne at a boutique. Oh P.S. I've been watching a lot of movies too. I watched Akira Kurosawa's RAN the other day and fell in love. It's pretty much the story of Shakespear's King Lear told through ancient Japanese samurai times. It blew my mind. For an old movie, I loved it and you know me, Japanese anything makes me happy. I want to own it so if you love me and send me a great christmas present feel free.

I'M SORRY

its not you
its me
you're really nice
too nice
I'm a horrible person with horrible friends
I live in a fake world
I cant corrupt you
Theres just no chemistry
I wish you'd branch out a bit more
Dont hate me
but it's just not working out
I'm sorry

ITS OFFICIAL

So after reevaluating my life and its purpose, after having a baby midlife crisis and shattering my dream of ever being a fashion designer I've come to terms with it. Starting next semester I will be a Communications Design Major. Call me a sell out, call me lazy, call me unoriginal, the reality is that I love fashion too much to stay in the fashion department. As I've been saying, its an ancient program with an extremely elitist persona. The program is overly rigorous and strenous and although I'm doing fine, I'm just not happy. Can you blame me for eating, sleeping and wanting to enjoy New York City? I'm sorry but I just cant subject myself to some contained strenous life designing watered down commercial fashion. I'm not giving up on my dream, but I've realized that I need to take another path before I destroy myself and forget why I'm here. Through CD I can explore fashion and yet not be limited by its barriers. Its been a really hard time, emotionally, academically and socially, but things are looking up. My family and friends are puzzled and hesitant, but supportive. I cant even begin to explain to you how I feel. I'm like a ghost staring at myself in this empty shell. When you realize you dont know who you are anymore, it can be devastating, but I'm slowly pushing through it all. I'm hoping to intern next year and get my foot finally in the door. I've had a really great weekend full of great parties. Thank god there are still folks who know how to throw a good party. I hope w'ell only see more of these kinds of events. Swanky shindigs full of good music, glamorous settings and ridiculous people. I wouldn't have it any other way. One of my classmates invited me to the 50th anniversary party for Louis Vuitton and I'm stoked. Dressing up is my specialty.

SELL OUT

Today was a weird day. Well my job at the Welcome Center is slowly creeping on me and I actually had to work saturday morning the day after halloween. Did I mention the word MORNING! Yeah it was tough. I sometimes think that if I had no obligations I could sleep for days on end. For halloween I was Pee Wee Herman. I loved my costume it was perfect. People knew exactly who I was and I got plenty of shout outs and even friendly hugs. I'm tempted to be him next year too. My friends were also amazing. My friend Gabrielle didn't know what she'd be until the day before and managed to pull out an amazing Karl Lagerfeld. I was utterly impressed. My other friend Liz decided to keep it classy and go with Mariah Carey which was perfect as well. Sanyu was Grace Jones which I was hesitant at first but I ended up thinking it really worked. The parties were not as exciting as us. We left some jazz session party and ended up roaming the streets for hours until we ended up in someone's amazing loft near chinatown. The music pretty much sucked, everyone was over 50 but there was a great open bar with Champagne non-stop refills. Thats all I really needed. So I feel really stupid but that styling idea hit me today in the computer lab and I'm so curious as to see if it could actually work so I made flyers. They're pretty ghetto but whatever. I might as well use my powers for good. We'll see how far it goes. I have a feeling my inbox will pretty much be an influx of hate mail but we'll just have to wait and see. This afternoon a bunch of us OL buddies had movie night at my friend Jess's who lives right next to Webster Hall. We watched Drop Dead Gorgeous and The Sex and the City movie. It was fun. Sometimes its good to just kick back and have a night in. I know its been a while since I last posted but whatever, I'm living my life and I barely have enough time as it is. I'm excited to be going to the Chanel Mobile Art Exhibit tomorrow with my friend Savannah. I heard it was amazing and its only here till thursday so I might as well. I'm going to hustle tomorrow and sew up my skirt, pockets, zippers and all. Not to mention start planning my bridgewear collection inspired by menswear and Edgar Allen Poe. Night.

HOMESICKNESS

I have a mild case ok maybe a little more severe. I so wish I was going home for thanksgiving, but my folks cant afford it so I'll just have to wait it out till christmas. So if you see me give me a hug and tell me its going to be alright because I'm going to need it to make it throught the rest of this semester. I'm also amidst a flurry of confusion about whether I should or shouldn't do fashion as my career. Sometimes I wish my life was a much simpler one

EPIC PROPORTIONS

So this weekend has definitely been an epic one. Two parties back to back. Friday, the amazing Houman Farahmand and his roomate Alyssa decided to host a lavish party at their Village loft. Not only did the place have amazing views and giant open spaces, but the music was great and the people attending were even better. I met so many interesting people and was apparently a little out of control, but who cares it was a blast. Well done mr. Farahmand and ms. Davis, its definitely what a manhattan party should look like! Saturday good friend Sonia or the Sonz as I call her had her joint birthday party just down our street on maiden lane. I'll be honest the party looked a bit bleak in the beginning, but towards the end it was so much fun. Mind you I was liquored up and ready to go. I wish the music had been a bit louder but we had fun and of course today (sunday) I'm rushing yet again to finish all work for tomorrow's class which is draping. I really want to get it together academically, I haven't been pushing myself as much as I should be which could be due to weekends like these or ridiculousness and sleeping in. But hey, its New York City it'd be a crime not to have fun right?

10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT ROSS

So Ross Vigeant is a dear friend of mine and apparently an avid reader of mine so I'm going to dedicate this post to him. Ten things I hate about him.

1. His assloads of money
2. His cozy apartment with some random Indian man named Hashish
3. The fact that although he owns closets full of Dior and Burberry he likes to dress in AE
4. His critical scrutinizing of fellow friends such as the Jman
5. His gamer ex-roomate
6. His need to take out the camera at our worst drunken moments
7. How he wears flip-flops in 20 degree weather
8. How he always has some beautiful lady at his side
9. How apparently he's a genius and is graduating early
10. How he's a giant teddy bear and a brat

ENCOURAGING WORDS

So its midterm time. Thats right, the year is a quarter over. Its amazing how time has flown by. I've been really overwhelmed lately dealing with who I am as a designer and how I can stand out among the 2459938890000 million kids ALSO doing fashion. I realized that my problem is with workmanship and execution. I have the ideas and innovation and the drive but as my teacher says instead of working harder I should just work smarter. My methods (sewing/draping) class midterm was very depressing, hell I wanted to start crying right there and then. I've never had such a low grade since Chemistry back in ghetto ass high school. It hurt so bad, but I'm going to take it as a wake-up call. My teacher was very encouraging and let me know that he's seen much worse in students and they've gone on to be great. So I'm hoping that if I really push myself and think smarter about how I approach things, slowly but surely I'll progress and at least catch up with the rest of my class. My drawing teacher was really motivating and kept stressing that my personal vision and style are the things that really need to shine through my work, which was really comforting seeing as how these generic projects really piss me off and I get so watered down that all my figures either look like generic mannequins or crap. Either way I'm going to improve. I MUST, there's no way I'm giving up now. I've come too far, risked too much and worked too hard. Next year starts now, hell next year is now..S.H.

I LOVE YOU BUT YOU'RE BRINGING ME DOWN

New York, I love you but you're bringing me down. This lyric summed up my day. You know those days when everything seems to irritate you. Things that have always been around you and you see each and every day but out of nowhere just make you go crazy. The city is full of strang and obnoxious things that, today really pushed my buttons. First of all, today was hustle day which meant loads of hw needed to get done in these vital 24hrs. And I just got really sick of the randomest things. For instance, not only do I hate riding the subway, but I somehow always end up in the car with the crazy homeless woman who's dancing for Jesus and asks you for money. Every single day, I swear some homeless wants my money and they come up with the weirdest shit to get it. I was not having it today. I get to school and as much as I love diversity, its obvious that the Koreans have taken over Parsons. They're nice people, usually shy and quiet, but today I was really trying to finish my draping hw and these girls were just talking non-stop, layed their shit on MY table and I just felt like saying "Stop speaking Korean, get your shit off my table and go away!!!" It's random, I know, but today was one of those days. I also distinctly remember purposely running into some tourist girl as I was walking who just decided to stop walking and stand in the middle of Times Square. I'm sorry, but if you're not from New York the easiest way someone notices is the way you walk. IF YOU WALK. Most tourists decide to calmly loiter the streets at 2mph which I HATE! Get a move on or get out of my way. Once again New York I love you, but sometimes I'm fed up.

SHITSHOW

So today was a terrible day. I presented my concepts project and was viciously critiqued. My project was called amateur, vague, distracting, and wild. I dont mind, I mean we all have those projects. I take all criticism very seriously. Thats the reason I critique other people's work so harshly. I always come off as the asshole who disagrees with the layout or proportions or to simplify, but I'm not attacking people, I truly want them to better themselves artistically and I really dont feel complementing everyone's work to death helps them be better designers. Its a shame that everyone at this school is so nice, I actually think its refreshing to have people who think sarcastically and honestly. None of this sugarcoated bullshit, because lets face it, in the real world your boss is going to tell it to you like it is and they're not going to give a damn about how long you spent or how you put your heart and soul into your work. I think people are lying to themselves by thinking the world is this happy go lucky place where everyone's just happy with everything and nothing needs improvement. Please. It could just be the pessimistic nature, I've been raised with, but I just hate stuff like this. Anyways, every class I'm slowly getting better, learning from my mistakes, taking in everything and using it as a stepping stone. I can understand why a lot of designers just dropped out of school. ALL THE RULES! There's so little room for self-expression and it can become very redundant and frustrating. I mean how are you supposed to do well and work on something that you have no attachment to or connection? I think we work best when we're doing whatever we want, with the goal of executing and presenting our ideas to the best of our ability. But this comes from within us not a stupid set of guidelines, and I know that we're barely learning the fundamentals, but its time people realized that curriculum cant be solely based on regiment and uniformity. We're designers for a reason. Our dynamic visions set us apart from the world and other designers because of their originality and organic nature. Just ramblings, I guess.

GAYBISEXUALTRANSGENDERED

So me and my friend keep getting in these ridiculous discussions about my sexuality and I'm so tired of them. She claims that I hate all gay men and that I don't realize I am indeed a gayman. First of all, I do not hate ALL gay men. In fact I have a few gay friends who I love, but the reality is that a lot of the gay boys at this school are either really pretentious, disgustingly slutty and flaming or utterly ridiculous. I cant help, but not wanting to be around them and in no way do I think myself superior it's just a matter of comfort. Secondly, I have struggled with my own sexuality for a very long time and find it very insulting for someone to judge me for the way I dress, behave or talk. Yes, I am aware that I dress up all the time and I can be feminine at times, but believe me, I have met some really feminine men who are straight as can be. I consider myself bisexual, but people dont understand it so I just say I'm gay. It's easier, which is really sad. Although I PREFER men, I have had feelings for women. In fact one of my longest and most meaningful relationships has been with a girl. Even now, when we're together theres this amazing chemistry that I cant explain. Yes they're rare occurences, but they happened. I chose not to act on those situations, but that was my choice. I'm the kind of person who likes "people". Yes, I know at this point a many number of you are shaking your heads at my cliche, but in reality I think the world would be such a great place if there were no such things as orientation. If people could fall in love with men or women regardless of gender. To some extent I feel that the world is maturing in that sense, but the ignorance of the common man still prevails and anything that is foreign is of course quickly attacked and discarded. Another thing that really sets me off is people trying to hook me up with their gay friends. First of all just because I'm gay doesn't mean that I'll instantly fall for the next gay guy I see (in fact in my case its the opposite. I usually fall for the straight ones). I mean what if we replaced the word gay with a race, or a situation. "Hey I really want you to meet my other black friend, I think you guys would really hit it off". How insulting. "Well I dont know maybe you guys could race each other in your wheelchairs or something" C'mon people, are we really so ignorant as to think homosexuals don't have preferences when it comes to who they find attractive. What really scares me is that this is still happening to me, even at a collegic level. So to my dear friend, kiss my ass because I bet if you lived a day in my shoes you'd see its not as easy as it looks.

TOO YOUNG

So the other day I was listening to one of my favorite songs "Too Young" by Phoenix and it pretty much summed up my life. I'm too young for everything. Seeing as how I'll be 21 when I graduate college, I think I really need to invest in a fake because this shit is ridiculous. That birthday party in brooklyn went very wrong. First of all I got carded trying to buy some colts. Then we get to the place where this really cute boy seemed very bewildered, but turns out we were the first ones to arrive. Mind you this thing was scheduled at 9 and it was almost 10 by the time we arrived. I would've hung out a bit longer, but my friends weren't feeling it so we left. The rest of the night was pretty much a shitshow. When we got back my friend called me and we found her drunk out of her mind crawling on the floor, which was pretty entertaining for about 5 minutes and then we just left. Apparently a bunch of kids decided to do shrooms which make you go crazy and start hallucinating and stuff. It's ridiculous what some people will do to get high. And for what really? A couple minutes on cloud nine and then puking and getting fucked up for the rest of the day. No thanks. I'm not straight edge or anything, but drugs have never appealed to me. Not even weed. I've just been around too many junkies I guess to know that I don't want anything to do with that shit. I'll have a beer or two, but I'm not about to eat fungi haha. Seeing as how friday's party was a disaster my other friend threw a little get together at his place in bushwick on saturday which was an adventure on its own. It turned out to be pretty fun. We played uno and wii bowling while shotguning beers. Then we left and joined this rooftop party somewhere else in brooklyn. The view was amazing. I still cant get over all the freedom we have here. I still feel like I need to ask my parents for permission but then I remember that I'm an adult and I do what I want, when I want to and best of all I'm in New York City. Being around so many young people you forget that there is a real world out there and in our world anything pretty much goes. Its strange and maybe even ridiculous but I wouldn't have it any other way.

PICTURES AND PERFUME

So the other day, my friend Sanyu (ridiculously dramatic, center of attention-at-all times, Sanyu) decided to take some pictures. Little did I know that one, my shirt would be off, and two, I'd be posing with my other friend (a girl) completely topless. Awkward yes, but so much fun. The shoot turned out to be a success and of course Sanyu, the exhibitionist she is, decided to join in on the fun and before you knew it it was a topless party. Okay maybe I'm embelishing a bit, but it happened. This week went by pretty fast, thank god for Jewish holidays thats all I have to say. This weekend should prove to be exciting. Friday, a friend of mine is hosting a fabulous birthday party in brooklyn, where else, and saturday I'm having dinner with my good friend Jorden with a stop at the Chanel store. If you dont know me I'm a sucker for fragrance. I know how gay can you get right? It could be due to the fact that that was my first job. But seriously, I love to smell good and Chanel is always at the top of my list. The other day I stopped at Bloomies and picked up a bottle of the Chanel edition Blanche which I've been wanting for a really long time. I really want to get a bottle of Cuir de Russie which is a boutique exclusive. It smells soooo good. If anyone wants to buy me a belated birthday present fragrance would definitely be greatly appreciated. Among my favorites are: Chanel Allure Sport, Versace Eau Fraiche, Marc Jacobs Cucumber (friend for life if you find me this one since its discontinued) and anything Tom Ford thats not black orchid (the private blends are amazing!) On women I LOVE Stella by Stella McArtney, YSL Paris (which is what darling Sanyu wears) Gucci Envy Me, Michael Kors, Coco Madamoiselle and Dior Cherie. Chanel's La Pausa and Gardenia are also to die for. Anyways enough vanity for a while lets talk about everyone starting to get sick around here. Its disgusting. It doesn't help that the school doesn't give a damn if you're on your deathbed, if you miss three classes you get kicked out. I know right, WTF?!

MY KOPF

So I made plans to hang out with one of my good friends from last year who happened to be my classmate as well, Ms. Suzy Kopf. I love her. She's always got it together. I feel like she's good at balancing her life and is such a triple threat. A fine arts major, she is not only talented and smart but wildly funny and can hold more than her share of liquor let me tell you. Union Square dorm parties were legendary and I'm almost certain a few of them were thrown at her place. Now she lives on the lower east side/ east village. Its a beautiful area. I love it so much, that I cant wait to get an apartment there as soon as possible. It has that sunny feel of brooklyn with tons of venues, bars, cafe's, antique shops and did I mention bars hehe. Theres also little gardens and parks sprinkled around, its just beautiful. She shares the apt with two roomates but I loved the space it was so clean and inviting. I miss not having her in class anymore, so it was great to spend some time and catch up. I love running into people from last year. For some reason, I love the idea of a bunch of us going seperate ways and still staying close. A bunch of my friends are from a bunch of different majors and schools which only makes our group more interesting. As for the Kopf, I'm sure she'll keep treking on her way to success.

FINE (ASS) ART

So again its been a hectic few days since I last posted. I haven't really had anything to talk about same old same old. So much work piles on during the week and of course I end up scrambling to do it all over the weekend, still making time to go out and party. A bunch of my friends had dinner at Otto on friday. It was fun, its nice to dress up and go out sometimes. I mean living in the city we sometimes forget that it can be a glamorous place too. Not saying that Otto is the most glamorous place I've been HA! cuz its not although I love Batali joints. I've really been thinking about where I'm headed professionally. To be honest, it scares the shit out of me. In a few years I'll be working in the real world. There so many things I want to do. I've always been a fan of photography and fine art and the other day at Barnes and Nobles I came across this book called "Tactile" which I loved. I would've bought it but I didn't have 60 bucks to spend on a book. Anyways it had a bunch of great artists, mostly urban art and weird stuff that was just so cool. I'm posting a few pictures of some of the work of some of my favorites. The first set is from a project called "Little people" by a street artist named Slinkachu. The guy goes around a bunch of countries and sets up these tiny figurines, he makes himself, in specific locations and situations and they're so cute and funny. It says something of human culture itself and addresses how we interact with our surroundings and ourselves. Its great stuff.







The next few works are from Mark Jenkins who's also a great street artist who does these humanesque figures.










And finally, I was reading about this artist in V magazine a long time ago and my friend the other day happened to have the same issue. Her name is Holy Kriest and she runs this amazing studio where they do a variety of projects but this one in particular was fascinating. She makes dolls but not the kind you're used to seeing. These dolls have real hair and such realistic faces they look almost alive but she gives them strange bodies and limbs and even animal parts its really awesome.








I really recommend you guys check out that book TACTILE its so funny and clever. I wish I could've used some of the ideas in that book last year for foundation projects.

FOR THE RICAN

So this is a special post. One dedicated to a very special friend of mine. Liz Rose Irwin. The fucking apple of my eye. This Puerto Rican bombshell washed ashore in my life in Orientation Leader Training and has since latched onto me like the loveable parasite she is. Strangely, I wouldn't have it any other way. Odly enough she's super smart and landed an internship at NINA RICCI that ho. It's strange to find people you can just feel so comfortable with, not to mention in so little time. I mean really how do our friends become our friends? We simply maintain relationships to the point where you unravel everything about that person and know them like the back of your hand. But who is to say you cant be friends with the person next to you in the elevator, or the subway? The only boundry is that of communication. Deep words I know. As for the ho-ass, cheap-ass, birthhole-ass, well she's all mine.

BIRTHDAY BOY

Today's my birthday. Hooray, I'm finally 19. Thats right, 19. I'm still a baby so I'm told. Anything between 18 and 21 is a weird age because you cant (technically) drink so whatever. School tomorrow which should prove to be exciting as usual. NOT. hehe. Draping is at least somewhat of a stress reliever. Today was a good day. Woke up and went to the Brooklyn Flea Market with Gabrielle and Liz. Lots of neat stuff. I got a three piece vintage leather luggage set for 20 bucks. AWESOME! My friend got a beautiful vintage chanel button necklace and my other friend got a military jacket. I'm hooked. We're planning to go to the Hells Kitchen one this week. As for the rest of the week, I'm just trying to live day by day. It seems to have worked for me in the past. I have this idea that I came up with tonight. Hear me out, so I'm always digging through my girlfriends' closets in the pursuit of the perfect outfit to you name it : the club, school, first dates, interviews. Mind you I make them look like a million bucks and I do it pro-bono. BUT....what if I put out flyers around school (more than anywhere else, NYU cuz lets face it they look like crap 24/7 with their northface jackets, ugg boots and headbands) and I can charge per the hour to make people look great. Who knows I might get really good at it. Its always good to have a little extra income on the side. I dont know you guys should let me know what you think but I think it would be a lot of fun.

Cigarettes and Sonz

So its been a while since I last posted anything. Well how can I possibly sum up what has happened these last few days. My school days are long and exhausting not to mention this week I start working and my French class starts too. A lot of parties. Partyhopping has become a sport for me hehe. I guess thats a good thing. I like parties its a good old fashion way to let loose and just have fun with random strangers. I'm still single. Which is a whole other story in and of itself. EUUUGH. I've come to terms that its time for a new group of friends. Fresh faces are always refreshing. Take one of my good new friends Gabrielle, an evil bitch fashionista, just like myself. We're horrible people. Really horrible. (Terry Shiavo and Mother Teresa jokes for godsakes) oh well. Sonia or Sonz as I will now be calling her has also become a good friend of mine. I knew her slightly from last year but her icy charm is captivating and I'm so happy we've gotten to know each other better. This week will either make me or break me, regardless I'm having way too much fun.

HEIDI and MARC

So today was a pretty smooth day. I had methods or draping as you'd call it. Professor Lalvani was a very nice man. After making a few muslin darts we packed up and headed out. I didn't feel like waiting for the elevator so I took the stairs, which apparently some kid in front of me was also thinking. We ended up getting lost and decided to take a back staircase and we ran into who else but Ms. Heidi Klum herself. They must have been filming because she was all decked out and dressed up. It was strange. I didn't say anything I just went back where we had come from. However the best news about today was that I got an invite to the Marc by Marc Jacobs show tomorrow. I know its MARC by Marc Jacobs, but I'll take what I can get okay. After that I'm going to a screening of the Duchess, the new Kiera film about the Duchess of Devonshire. I feel like I'm just boasting but this is so amazing compared the shit hole of last year. Now fashion comes to me and its become so accesible. Oh Parsons, you're a bitch but I love you.

NOBU

So its been a while since I posted. Pretty much school is the same as it was last year. Uber-intense and stressful with hw packing up in enormous quantities that threaten to destroy any sign of a social life. Luckily, I managed to survive last year and have thus developed superskills. Thats right superskills that allow me to have fun and still get those As. The difference this year is that school is awesome and I'm doing what I love so sometimes I cant wait to get to do my hw. For example, for my concept development class we have to make a line of swimwear from a NY designer's fall collection. This weekend was pretty epic. Friday was spent at delicious French Roast which I love. Ironically they were playing Crystal Castles and Whitest Boy Alive which made it even better. After dinner I scrammed home on the subway to change in 5 seconds and jump on another subway to get to some brooklyn parties. Somehow we always end up in brooklyn. Saturday I was drenched while buying art supplies uptown and ended up with some random people drinking whiskey shots hehe. This year has been pretty random to say the least. Today after buying some more art supplies (OH YES PEOPLE, ART SCHOOL IS A LOVELY WAY TO GET IN DEBT! But luckily I have all my art supplies for a while now) I got to hang out with my lovely ladies Liz, Sanyu and my all time best buddy JORDEN HAN betch! God I love that kid. Jorden Han is amazing. He's super rich but super sweet and of course super chic. We are both horrible human beings but I think thats what brings us together. Jorden took us to dinner. Where else but NOBU which of course was delicious. I had this great lychee martini, lobster ceviche to die for, Chilean sea bass for entree and topped it off with Molata ice cream with fried bananas and walnuts. YUM. Poor Jorden had to pay, but we're spotting him next week. Just another weekend living it up in the thralls of New York City.

SUPPLIES

First day of school. Wow. I mean is it ever a pleasant enjoyable experience? Every first day is the same. Hot and sticky. Kids running every which way carrying all their supplies and looking for room numbers. The city only intensifies this by adding subways, crowded crosswalks and elevators. My teacher was actually really nice. For some reason I expected the fashion teachers to be decked out in black with odd shaped eyeglasses and that stern look that French teachers have but no. Mine was a delightful Russian woman in a zipper dress with a cute accent and bubbly demeanor. She actually seemed concerned about us and took the time to ease our way into this giant transition into the world of Fashion. Here is a woman who has dedicated over 20 years of her life to the industry working for an array of companies. What an honor to have her as a mentor. Only when I started to look through her illustrations did I truly realize that this industry, this thing so massive and thriving is out there. And one day I'll be thrown to the wolves and become her. Our homework was to chose a designer's most recent collection and create a swimsuit line that best represents the designer's vision. I'm not sure who I'm going to do. I think Zac Posen's Mickie Mao collection looks promising, but I haven't really browsed around. Finally, homework that I can't wait to do. The excitement is however crushed by the constant concern for all the supplies I need to purchase. Everything from History books to Gauche sets, Muslin to Prismacolors. The rich kids dont mind they just charge it to daddy's credit card. I leave you with a beautiful illustration by my amazing Concept Development professor Mrs. Anna Kipper.

SCHOOL

So school starts tomorrow. Finally. Gosh I hate the idea. Hectic days of nothing but running around on subways and sitting in on boring lectures. But one thing is certain. I finally get to do what I came to the city to do; FASHION! I haven't posted anything for a while but thats because I've been so busy. I was an orientation leader for the new fresmen class. It was a blast. I would do it next year in a heart beat. Not to mention the free food and paycheck served as a great incentive. This is the awkward time when I have butterflies in my stomach and I cant figure out if its because I know class is tomorrow or because I'm so damn homesick its ridiculous. My would-be roomate moved to another room (thank god) and now I have this giant room to myself. I met a lot of great people through Orientation Leader training. I even found people as evil and cold blooded as me. We've been partying. A LOT. To the point where I cant go to sleep unless I've had some beers and a cigarette. But dont worry I'm no alcoholic. Tomorrow is goint to be a long day with class starting at 9 and ending at 3 only to give me a three hour break before French which lasts four hours from six to 9:40. EUGH. And I get to ride the subway all the way back. Hooray. I'm excited to see who's in my classes and who's not hehe. So much drama in the fashion dept I cant handle it. But I've decided to follow the words of a good friend and focus on my studies and stay away from the clicks of the eccentric bitchy fashion majors. I'm seeing everyone in a new light and I dont know if its because I've changed or because they've just all stayed the same. Its been so refreshing to get to know a whole new cast of people. I even question whether my group of friends here will change. Only time will tell but I cant but feel that more often I feel pulled in all directions because some friends dont hang out with others. and not to sound dramatic, but after a while it gets tiring. Whatever. I'm finally going to Parsons for Fashion Design so I cant complain. Its good to just look at the positive things and be confident that everything will soon fall into place. I'll try to sleep tonight, but I wont promise anything.

FLYING

So I return to NY tomorrow. My flights at 7 am which means I'll be getting up at 5. Tonight my familys throwing a big dinner. Sort of a last supper haha. I hate these things. It feels like a birthday and I hate my birthday. I've been listening to a lot of Moulinex lately. Their Lights and Music, Cut Copy remix is really good and the stupid Pineapples cover wont get out of my head. Shrimp for dinner and NYC tomorrow. It doesn't get better than that but I'm gonna miss my "Seasonal" friends. And by "Seasonal" I mean lifetime.

WAITING

As I sit here typing away listening to Bizarre Love Triangle, I cant but help jumping with joy at the fact that I'll be reunited with the city once again. Coming home this summer really helped me see how I never really belonged and how I could never live in the OC again. The city is my home now. Its a weird feeling. Like withdrawls when you're away from it too long. My moms happy for me too, which is good. she's really come around. She's become my biggest fan and I cant say I'd be as comfortable pursuing my dream without her. Tomorrow I'm going out with my bestie Galang Chums and Deanna. It was supposed to be my last day of work but whatever. I love my friends here on the westcoast. They're forever my friends but I cant say I dont miss my NY friends. Savannah and Jill especially and Suzy X. Savannah is the crazy beautiful girl from Ludington whom I've learned to love and has slowly become one of my best friends. We have a ten year plan to pay back our student loans together hehe. And Jill from New Hampshire. The blonde bombshell who shares my taste in music and makes me feel like I'm married haha. God I miss them.

FIRST

This is my first post. I've decided to dedicate this blog to my experiences as a fashion student in New York City. Its always been a dream of mine to run away from my hometown and throw myself into the depths of the real world. As an up and coming sophmore at Parsons the New School for Design, I've decided to chronicle my dreams, my fears, my triumphs and defeats. A journey that I want all of my readers to join me in and a quest to be the next best thing in the industry.