tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67056845083370093802013-01-27T12:10:56.534-08:00Some passionate writing about random things I think you'll like.Darihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05702905960837969975noreply@blogger.comBlogger149125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705684508337009380.post-83661317867811092292011-07-11T17:46:00.000-07:002011-07-11T17:46:26.948-07:00

So, if you've managed your way here on purpose or on accident, I'd like to formally announce the end of this blog and the beginnings of another. Join me at my new blog, Garnish. It'll  be similar stuff going on, but I hope a better focus. More of a collection of thoughts and tidbits, but well organized. And with three posts underway, I hope it's enough to grab your attention and keep it for

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I haven't written on this blog for months! Why? Not quite sure. One gets tired of things, and I suppose I got tired of writing in this, not really knowing what to say on it anymore. And perhaps there was a bit of winter depression added to it. I'm not a hardy winter person, and lose the will to do anything beyond the necessary. As spring is here and summer approaches, I find it much easier to

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The one thing about having classes at 12h10, is that I have no desire to wake up before I need to. I've wasted away half my day by lying in bed. Even if I go to bed at a reasonable hour (23h-2h being reasonable), I am still waking up around 10h00 to leave at 11h30. It's a terrible system. Today,  I was supposed to have a class at 10h30, but it ended up being cancelled, so I only had to prepare

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As I promised, I had some recipes to share that I made over the winter holidays. But after further deliberation, I'm only going to share one, because the Red Wine Caramel Apples did not turn out as delicious as they looked. So I'll go through the steps of making a yummy alcoholic jello that looks amazing in a martini glass. I received the recipe in my inbox a couple days before New Year's Day

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Sometimes, you look up and realize that time has gone by so fast. This day has felt so long. I woke up at noon in time to receive a text informing me that I needed to be at work like 15 minute ago. Literally. Six hours at work with me trying to regain my French listening ability. And now I've been at home watching Season 4 of Skins which is apparently the hardcore version of Degrassi -- and I

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I remember seeing a picture of Solange Knowles. She was the disc jockey for an event/party, but the story that featured her talked about her new job as the face for Rimmel Cosmetics. Two things struck me about this picture: She was wearing this rich dark purple-berry lipstick (should I just say “grape?”) and she was a DJ. Since then, I have wanted dark grape lipstick and to be a DJ. I have not

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I should say “A Paris, il neige.” But these little things aren’t important. I haven’t been in Paris for a legitimate snowing. This week, the snow actually stayed for a significant amount of time. It affected transportation and even delayed the arrival of a dress I ordered from Asos! (Will I get my money back?) But besides all of these things, Paris was beautiful with a blanket of snow covering it

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I joined a gym! A real-life gym in Paris. Honestly, the first semester I got here, I thought gyms with machines and trainers were myths.  Allusive, ultra-secret clubs that only the very rich Parisians could access. But, after much coaxing from my friends, I was persuaded to come join a gym. And not a bougie gym. A normal gym called Neoness. It’s pretty amazing! I love it. At a bit less than

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   A quick picture of what I actually wore the other night. Let me remind everyone that it is getting cold in Paris and bare legs are no longer possible unless you plan on spending the day and night indoors in a well-heated building. Shame. I went out for a quiet night of conversation and drinks whilst cafe hopping and discovering more of Bastille than I knew. I wish the weather weren’t so

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Like what I did there? Back in October before it got too cold, I got my picture taken for Ysh London which is an online fashion, textile and interior magazine. I seem to be in good company with the pictures, but aside from a few others, I feel like the most normal of the bunch. Sometimes, I wonder where I can find these people walking around in these crazy wears! Or where they shop. Anyways, here

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I’ve been reading some short stories lately for English. Right now, I should be reading some by Edgar Allan Poe. Do I really want to be doing that? Not really. My back hurts. The room is cold. My soup didn’t turn out like I wanted tonight. Oh well. Scary stories all around. I’ve been really fascinated by the amount of fashion editorials done with the bleached eyebrows look. The models have

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This past week has been hectic. School, of course, is a perpetual obligation. Something always has to be done for school. And this past week, mid terms were to be taken. Long story short, they were horrible. I will see how I did this week. And hopefully the results won’t be too heinous. Good things did happen this week…or last week. I bought the “Violetta” lipstick from MAC’s Venomous Villains

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           I bought this dress before I left for Paris in Urban Outfitters. It’s slightly too big. The fabric doesn’t move very well, but I dropped the cash for the pattern. Even if I never wore this dress, it’s nice to have in my closet. But I decided it should have at least one go before the cold temperatures finally arrived. The second batch of pictures are actually the first ones

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There’s just something about Paris that exhausts me each day. Maybe I’m not quite used to my commute to school. Maybe it’s the absence of a complete breakfast. Maybe I should go to bed earlier. More than likely, it’s a combination of the above. But, at the end of the day, I am wiped. I don’t want to do homework, make dinner, or even think about the next day. I just want to sleep. But sometimes,

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I must admit. I haven’t really had the motivation to run over to the different shows to take pictures. I think fashion has lost me somewhere. There’s something about the way the experts are pushing these new trends that just so happen to be trends from last season and seasons before that rub me the wrong way. After a period of time, a trend should become a staple. Dark red, plum and wine

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Since I’ve been here in Paris, it seems that going out for a fun night has gotten more difficult. It’s probably a case of not knowing the right people. Perhaps I’m just not looking in the right places. But the music is always lackluster, as is the crowd. Maybe I have not downed enough drinks, but I never like needing alcohol for a good time. The other night, I was invited to a little birthday

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It really has been too long since I’ve posted on here! My terrible management of time coupled with my lack of internet at home are the culprits of my lack of posts. But, with a new camera that I love and an internet connection that works, I will be posting much more often! I don’t even know what to say first! There’s just so much going on. I guess I’ll start with my new school. To finish my

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Okay, Just arrived at the school. And don't have a place YET. But will be checking it out tomorrow night. Hopefully, all goes well. Then, I will be moving in soon. Hopefully. I cannot stay in that hostel another day even though I'm now a single person sleeping in the room. It's just way too difficult not having a place here. I didn't realize how much I loved my unlimited Navigo pass. Now, I'm

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I’ll be on a plane to Paris, France tomorrow. After picking up my visa in the morning and doing another check on my luggage weight. I’m still undecided on how many bags to bring. So I’ll be blogging a bit more in a short bit. I’ll be studying at the American University of Paris…starting a new chapter in my life. I’m very excited to be returning but even more excited at the thought of

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Hey everyone! This is a little late coming, but I was hoping to be writing more here than I had been. Until the beginning of September, posting is going to be a bit sparse while I prepare for my move to Paris again. Visas, birth certificate translations, bleh bleh. You know the drill. It’s stressful. So when I finally can breathe a sigh of relief, I’ll pour my thoughts out again! ‘Til then,

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I saw this promotional ad for upcoming movie The Switch. Does anyone else see anything wrong here? Or am I missing some inside joke? Technorati Tags: The Switch

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I’m selling more things on Ebay! It’s so sad. I wish I could take everything with me to Paris, but there’s always something that I don’t quite fit or don’t quite wear anymore. So, no all the things I still love will make it in the suitcase. And since my parents are planning a move to the city, I can’t just leave everything in closets anymore. First up: Salvatore Ferragamo flats    If these

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 don’t really know where to start on how I feel about flared jeans. I think being skinny and awkward in middle/high school deterred me from wearing them after discovering skinny jeans. I just never felt like my figure was meant for flares. But…one photo changed that for me: Courtesy of The Sartorialist This picture was actually taken in January, but those plaid pants have stayed with me for a

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I think this might be one of my favorite pictures of me that was taken in Paris. It’s really not at all attractive. Like, it’s almost there, but my oversized shirt was inflated by the wind, and the sun was brutally beating my eyes. And yet, my best friend takes this picture anyways. And I love it. Thanks, Craig!

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So, these past few days, blogs have been descending like vultures on this little tidbit: Essence hired a white woman to be the new Fashion Director of the magazine. If you weren’t aware Essence is a publication catering to black women. I’ve already said my peace on other blogs like The Fashion Bomb and Clutch Magazine about the issue. But I want to take a different approach…A possibly legal one.

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