Showing posts with label Boys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boys. Show all posts

Friday, September 10, 2010

Chics, man






Girls. I know we talk about this all the time, but I don't understand why we're so mean to each other. Unlike boys, we decide to lie and hide our true feelings, only to gossip behind each others' backs. We could just say how we really feel or speak clearly or even through a punch. But we need to 'talk' things out. Because females aren't physical, they're supposed to be feminine. Let me just say that I don't see any guys crying and blubbering on. I would rather have a black eye and have all the drama over with.

So these photos. These women are chic, they're clothes are easy and seemingly effortless. I can't imagine being friends with them. Going to Fashion's Night Out (pictures to come), shopping in New York, and hanging out in hipster night clubs until 5 in the morning. Oh, I guess I can imagine. But there is definitely a reason why my best friend is a boy. We can talk about almost everything (besides boyfriends, but hey, that's fair) and we're completely honest with each other. Recently we've been spending all our time together and began fighting. Snarky comments are not really equivalent with guys, but that's my fault. I think I introduced him to some nasty sarcasm. But in the end he pointed out how rude I was being (and I might have said something back to that) and we were able to laugh it off. I don't think that any girl could do that.

So thank you bestie (yes, I know you probably don't want to be called that). I can't be anymore sappy or cliche than that or you might punch me. And I'm too girly to take that.

Images Via: lookbook.nu, 5 Inches and Up, altamira

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

So We Could Live Life, Like Whitney and Bobby

Photos from yesterday, highlighting our amazing behind-the-sceners:



Dear R, could please stop being a beast? The fact that you can take photos like Paul Rowland, salsa dance, and do crazy hand stands makes anything I do in comparison insignificant.






Jeans-Bebe
Boots-Aquatalia
Earrings-Anthropologie

I officially refuse to walk the hallways any longer. Not only is it extremely awkward to carry back-pack (what do you do with your hands?!), but you have to make eye contact (or avoid it) skillfully. I fail to do either of these activities with grace or poise and today while I was walking down the dreaded corridors I went to wave to a friend while swiping some guy along his buttocks. Not a big deal when you can just walk away and pretend the person behind you is the culprit, but this particular guy happened to have reflexes like Spiderman. He whipped his head around and gave me a look that screamed "I am going to sue you for sexual harassment." Oh well. He should be flattered.

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Friday, May 22, 2009

All The Boys Say


You can try as you might not to love him, but every time you're with him your heart flutters and everything just feels right. You don't struggle with conversation, the words seem to just flow from your mouth because all you can think of doing is kissing him. But we forget that it's not just the men that take our breathe way, but the figure they cut in a Armani suit or Prada chinos. So here's to the men (and women) who make our men look Oh!-so-good.

Prada on the Runway



David Beckham for Armani


Giorgio Armani

Miuccia Bianchi Prada

So I won't say I love him, because I refuse to let him worm his way into my heart (no matter how good he looks in that suit!).