Rookie Yearbook Three

Tuesday, January 27, 2015


I've had a backlog of books I've begun reading and then put on hold during the holidays but I have made some real progress this past month. Rookie Yearbook 3 was a highly anticipated addition to my list and I leisurely read it over the past couple of months. 

When I'm not taking Tavi Gevinson's advice to "Just be Stevie Nicks" I'm immersing myself in the world of I always look forward to the fall when they compile the best of the website into a giant yearbook... and there's always additional content too. Now if only I could find the time to doodle over everything I own, create shrines, and take dreamy film photographs. Sigh.

Like most adults who take pleasure in reading Rookie, a large part of me wishes it had been around when I was younger; in other words... TAVI GEVINSON IS A GOLDEN GOD.

photographs - Sandy Joe

That Girl

Monday, January 26, 2015


OUTFIT // turtleneck & dress - vintage // tights - Wolford // heels - Kate Spade // sunnies - The Row x Linda Farrow // lipstick - Kat Von D Everlasting Lipstick in A-Go-Go

I can't help but try and self medicate my winter blues with bright colours; this kelly green dress is doing its part today while the city looks like a Dairy Queen ice cream cake - crumbly bits and all. By pairing this dress with the black turtleneck I immediately felt like I was channeling Marlo Thomas in That Girl. ( I also realized she plays Rachel's mother in Friends, anyone else binge watching that 90s tome on Netflix?) The tights add a graphic element to the look; I almost belong in a Lichtenstein painting... if only my face were dotted too. 

Photographs - Audrey Karpetz

Second Skin

Thursday, January 22, 2015


News flash - I hate bras. This is a deep hatred I developed in the eleventh grade when I deemed them impractical and a waste of time; they've been on my kibosh list ever since (with the exception of sports bras at the gym, I'm not that rogue!)

To be fair, I've had a long history of finding the silliest clothing details irritating. Tags would be cut out of shirts only to have me complain about the leftover fibres, imperceptible to the naked eye or a normal person's skin I'm sure, but sheer torture for me. Even a rough seam on jeans could be the cause of sending me on a deep spiral into madness while trapped at school for six hours.

I thought my kibosh would be a permanent one until I discovered some laser cut bralettes from Simons a couple of weeks ago. Though the straps do have a tendency to worm their way down my shoulders when wearing a lot of layers, aside from that, it's a second skin. In the words of Ned Flanders - "It feels like I'm wearing nothing at all." And the best part? It was $20. 

Photo - Sandy Joe Karpetz