"It's gotta be the shoes." That line Spike Lee says in the old Nike Jordans commercial echoes in my head every time I gaze upon my sneaker collection. Over the summer, I've sort of become obsessed with them. Like all of a sudden I stopped dropping over heels and started going crazy for kicks. Not that stilettos aren't the business, but guess what's way more comfy on my feet. Right! Besides how they feel, which is heavenly, my sneakers are just straight fly. Forget your regular run-of-the-mill white lace-ups. Give me juicy watermelon-colored sneakers that will make the fashion aristocrats' heads turn. Pair that with all white so the shoes really shine and you've got this cool, laid-back look.
When you're tired of the same ol' red lipstick, but still want a color with bang. Oh oh oh orange! It's been a couple years since I was first introduced to orange lips by fellow knockout Diana. We were heading out to happy hour and I left my lipstick at home. "Here try this" she said as she handed me this lipstick from Make Up For Ever. "You'll love the color." She was wearing this bright tangerine that really popped on her lips. I thought for sure I'd look like a clown wearing it, but to my surprise I looked so stellar. My fascination with the orange lipstick is still going strong. I've rocked it during New York Fashion Week, out for a night of dancing and shenanigans, and even just around town to run errands. No matter the occasion, this color will never cease to amaze.
It's finally here. Vogue's biggest issue of the year is hitting newsstands now, and I'm drooling over it. Of course I like it because it's so thick...a whopping 856 pages! I mean, it's like the fashion bible showing you all the hottest trends for the fall and the coolest campaigns. But that's not all. The cover is bringing back something I've missed on glossies for a really long time: MODELS. Don't get me wrong. Celebs are great and all but we need to see more American mags with supermodels on the covers. Ever since the demise of the 80s and 90s supermodels and the rise of actors as the faces of fashion brands, we've seen little to no models gracing the front of magazines like Vogue, Elle, and Glamour. Thank goodness someone is bringing this concept back from the dead.
For the past few months, I've taken the liberty not to work on the weekends. It feels great to lay around, cat-nap, and overdose on Netflix. Trust me, it can be such a struggle to relax especially when you realize there are tasks you totally forgot to do Monday through Friday. But why would I want to be productive on my days off? So I just don't. Matters have gotten a little out of hand though. I end up carrying those things over to my to-do list for the following week again and again. Basically I have work outside of blogging that I should have taken care of in June. My bad. But it's a bit deeper than that. Because I want to do absolutely nothing on the weekends, I've neglected to actually do things I enjoy (other than being lazy).