Tuesday, July 7, 2015

The Summer Feels

There will always be something about summer. For a lot of people though, January marks the start of a period of renewal, with new goals set in place and fresh eyes for the year ahead. For some, it's fall. For me, it has always been summer. I go into the season bright eyed and motivated to explore (someplace distant or someplace just a few miles where I currently reside), and I leave the season nostalgic yet emotionally fulfilled. Summer amplifies the joys that we get out of living a life of leisure, and leave them resonating with us for the days and years spread ahead of us. I've always moved to new places in the summer. Made the most new friends in the summer. Read the most books in the summer. Got the most use out of my favorite sneakers in the summer. Kissed the most boys in the summer. Listened to the most live music in the summer. Felt the best way possible about my body and health in the summer. Taken the most time to revisit passions of the past in the summer. Summer both bares me down and inspires me to smile. For some reason, the warmth in the air pushes me to let go of my insecurities. It adds an extra bounce in my step for no other reason that it feels fucking good to be walking outside with my bare legs and tan, my own two feet fully reliable and strong. It's as simple as that. As long as I have summer, I'll always keep going :) 

For example, yesterday I found out I had a parking ticket and spent an entire hour trying to find a place to re-park it in my neighborhood. I was sweating balls with the windows down (which was not really helping), with loud construction ringing in my ears around every street I squeezed my loaner car down. I didn't have my phone on me, so I had no one to call and complain to and cry about my anxiety to. It was just me, the sweltering heat, my car, and not a parking space in sight. I was on the edge of something pretty close to a breakdown. But finally, I found a spot (far from my apartment, of course). I parked the damn car, sat there for a while and just leaned my head back. But instead of reviving the curse session broiling in the back of my head, I finally started to focus on and feel the breeze coming in through the windows. Slowly but surely, the weights lifted. It was sunny outside. A little past 2pm; the middle of the day. People taking lunch breaks on stoops and running errands this way and that way. The construction noise didn't bother me so much anymore. And the heat felt more invigorating than it did just a minute ago. So I walked home and it didn't feel all that bad to take those 5 or 6 or 7 extra blocks past the summer noise of the city and home to my desk. It felt amazing actually. And I felt like I worked for it. I picked up a green juice along the way. That was refreshing. The most likely reason for this change of spirits was summer. That was it. 

Now enjoy some pictures that I took on the beautiful, warm days in the city that I live for. Sometimes, pictures speak louder than words. With my eyes I feel. Summer keeps THE FEELS alive. Let's keep it going as long as we can. 

Monday, July 6, 2015

Bonnaroo 2015


First Look: BCBGeneration top, Calypso St. Barth pants, Worth & Worth hat, TEVA sandals, Ela Rae choker

Second Look: Anna Sui x O'Neill crochet tank, River Island shorts, TEVA sandals

Third Look: Anna Sui x O'Neill dress, Wildfox sunglasses, TEVA sandals

Fourth Look: Missguided wrap dress, Hudson Jeans shorts, TEVA sandals, Ela Rae choker

Bonnaroooooooo! Where to start? I think I need another cup of coffee before I indulge in the details. Such a far out, incredible, sweaty and inspiring experience. I've never been to a music festival that was quite like Bonnaroo to be honest. It's a festival for all the senses. So many types of people I got to see and talk to and dance with. So many high fives and smiles were shared all around. So many kind and whacky spirits. What I loved most about Bonnaroo was that there was something for everyone of all ages, from the young rave kids in head bands to the 55 year old ex-hippies in tie-dye shirts and Birkenstocks. Then there were the people who looked like they showed up to Bonnaroo after doing absolutely no research at all, in their crisp shirts that would slowly get dirt stains and lose buttons throughout the weekend. And they found themselves embracing the dirt and rips. Girls dancing topless and swishing hoola hoops around their bare waists with only glitter paint to cover up their girly parts. People prancing around the rainbow splattered fountain in the middle of the festival, with their outrageous outfits drenched in water to beat the heat. Our feet dusty and dirty in our TEVA sandals by the end of each night. But clean feet meant we were having no fun. We slept in the car we drove in the first night because my sister found a spider in our tent. We woke up with the sun burning through our eyelids and our car heating up to 90 degrees before 8am. We then found the tent life not to be too bad even though we were too tall for our cots. So many bodies, so much music, so much beer, so much sun, so much food. It was like a carnival, just with less kiddie rides (although there was a water slide). There were so many stages to choose from that we found ourselves running around like madwomen trying to see as much as we could. Two of the stages were much smaller and far more intimate, featuring up-and-coming artists. Those were my favorites because I always like being at the very front at a concert. Clear Plastic Masks being one of my absolutely favorite performances of the whole weekend. After , of course. 

People were free on this huge farm in the middle of Tennessee, and there was nothing else like it :) Simple, sweaty, good fun. It's weekends like this where no fucks are given about the makeup running down your face under the sun, dirt stuck under your nail beds, and hair that is three days in need of a wash that I love the most. Cheers to more of these types of weekends, and the friendships that come out of them as a result. 

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