Gold rolling papers. Duh.
Using the term “investment piece” to rationalize spending two months rent on that Givenchy dress.
Remember normcore? That bland, affect-less trend everyone half-sincerely understood to offer something of a reaction to the ubiquity of hyper-branded consumer culture. With everyone seeking to be heard amongst the noise, normcore ostensibly offered a space of nihilistic utopia, one built on a negation of that noise to foster a rather hopeful return to a truer, more authentic ethos of fashion.
A guy who thinks about the little things is a guy with taste. If he invests in himself chances are he’ll invest in you, too. And that’s someone worth dating.
My hair is ridiculous. It’s curly, frizzy, dry and regularly defies gravity. On a good day, I comb out no less than six pounds of knots — but only in the shower, because if I dry brush it, the curls will eat the brush (RIP to the shower drain). I use no less than three hair products a day, and between you and me, only wash it about once a week.
Remember the bumpy bottom black Steve Madden shoes?
Everyone likes to express themselves through fashion.
I still remember that blinding rush of adrenaline. Those wicked giggles we whispered as we turned our smug grins to Park Avenue’s midnight sky and lit our treasure. How we felt every bit as glamorous as we’d anticipated. How we felt like movie stars.
People are always asking why you’re “so dressed up,” as if a skirt or a dress means you care too much about the way you look when all you want is to avoid leg prisons.
For a while, like any other girl in their mid-20s, I would deny that I was a Taylor Swift fan. Even though my iTunes is littered with every single album or single she’s ever released I still said nope not really a Taylor Swift fan. But this is untrue (just like my denial of being a huge One Direction fan…). I think the reason that Taylor Swift shows up in my music library so much is because in a way I grew up with her writing the soundtrack to my life.