holocene.

last night of the year.
seems like so much has happened, so many changes have occurred and somehow we're about to start the process all over again for a whole new year. \
curiously, i treat new year's eve like I should thanksgiving. my brain goes over the moments that changed the course of my lil life...and I cant help but stop and be thankful in celebrating another 12 months of absolute beautiful chaos.
I learned that my shopaholic tendencies can be controlled, starbucks withdrawals give me serious headaches, and that after all...iphones DO do it better.  :)

but on a more serious note. this year showed me that I have the strength to make amends with some, let go of others, and learn to adore a select few.

So this is to the ones I text everyday, the ones that will laugh hours on end with me while chilling with some hookah, the ones that love shopping as much as I do and even to the ones that dont...haha, to the one who comforted me when I was sick and trembling, to the one that calls to see if I want coffee everyday, to the lil ones who get me tired as hell but leave me with sore cheeks from smiling so much, to the ghosts who have returned, to the ones who put up with my love of crazy socks and alexander mcqueen, to the ones that have let me draw on them on a drunken night, and to the one who keeps me warm at night and holds my hand as we walk the street.

Thank you. You made this year beyond amazing.
Happy New Year.


Love,
Jen


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my old friend, lust.

 c/o: topshop.com
i) Armadillo Eyelet Lace-up Boot- 160
ii) Adorn Leopard Pony Gold Heel- 110
iii) Vectra3 Studded Slippers- 56
iv) Krafty Cut Out Brogues- 110
v) Katrina Pointed Ballet Pumps- 84

I'M HAVING MAJOR SHOPPING WITHDRAWALS. I'm looking at every fashion blog and finding every possible sale online. While all the finds above are from one of my favorites; Topshop...I have an upcoming trip to San Francisco (a.k.a the vintage store sanctuary) and I absolutely could not be more excited by the idea of dragging the boyfriend to go digging for lost treasures ;]

Now if only an accounting final wasn't in the way....

Love,

Jen

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P.s: If anyone is smart, they'll check this blog to see what I want for Christmas.

there's a voice singing loudly on the radio, just for you.

Rediscovered The Swell Season as an antidote for stressful finals.

Worked very well, I must say.

Love,

Jen

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mesmerizing.

Confession: I have a growing fascination with iconic beauty that is deeply tortured and tormented.

I never found myself drawn to the pictures which are so commonly seen around hollywood in forms of postcards or dorm room posters… it all screamed glitzy glamour with a lack of depth. Even as I watched her films, I was more entranced by her charm than the actual storyline.

Slowly, I discovered that I was undeniably intrigued by the persona she developed to enchant the film industry and the audiences as well; she was like the California wildfires that struck the mountains, which everybody stopped to admire, only to realize much later that there was much damage hidden by a breathtaking facade. The deeper I go into researching, the more I find myself staring at pictures of her...just wondering how that luminous smile could hide so much unhappiness and how her eyes could glow while bathing in melancholy. Perhaps that’s what keeps me hooked, seeing such beauty unravel in the greatest of breakdowns. Marilyn became a dream, losing grip on her reality, sinking in disappointment and letting her true self go unwillingly.

what loss.

Love,
Jen



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