is there any love?

Pose has been tearing up the western hemisphere this summer, and the general consensus of the state of our world is just plain sad. Recently, it seems as though the world has reached a new frontier of sadness. Just when it seems things are getting better, they seem to get worse. Bernie Madoff has begun serving his life sentence, but the people who he has bankrupted, including ninety year old Ian Thiermann, who will be bagging groceries for the rest of his life so that he have a roof over his head and food on his plate. The Honduran coup, which seemed to be cooling down, is again raging through the city of Tegucigalpa. The photos of both Zelaya's, the ousted president's supporters and those of Micheletti, the "interim president" bring tears to my eyes. A country of such poverty, such dereliction, usually gleamed with hope in the eyes of both children and adults who invision a better life for themselves. The people of this country remain very close to my heart, and it has been hard for me to come to terms with the fact that I cannot do a single thing to change their situation, except be there communication wise, for the people I know and love going through this time of insanity, unrest and violence. On our own soil, our economy continues to fail us. With legislation like Cap'n Trade that will not only raise prices on fuel, coal, energy, etc., but also EVERYTHING ELSE, fiscally it is getting harder and harder to hold on. The people being crunched the most? Professors, teachers, blue collared workers, or really in other words the middle class. Employment rates continue to rise, leaving the public with as little as possible, so they are barely scraping by. One has to stop and wonder, how much more of this all can we take? And the sick thing is, as bad as it seems right now, it could be worse. Fingers crossed, it will hopefully only get better.

Preppy Staples

It has been quite a while since I have written to all of you, but I have been making a mental draft of what I would write about next. As I have been shopping recently, I have noticed myself picking up extremely preppy pieces. This in no way means that I want a membership to a country club or to take up some ghastly pastime like golf or squash, but for some reason, the traditional flair of Jack Rogers Navajo Sandals and sweet Lilly Pulitzer summer dresses have struck me in a new way. The classic Lilly dresses are not too casual, but not too formal, but really just right for those in between occasions. The weight is perfect, the signature "Lilly lace" is adorable, and best of all, true to their original founding, they hide many stains. In addition, in the past few weeks, I have found myself wanting to fill my closets with Ralph Lauren oxfords in every color. Even before now, I have always believed oxfords and cardigans were essentials to any and everyones wardrobe, both men and women. Preppy pieces always look classy and sophisticated, and unless you take it overboard (grosgrain and a pink and green color scheme head to toe), you will look extremely pulled together. I constantly forget to wear jewelry, but when I feel my outfit is lacking, a strand of pearls makes you go from bleh to sophisticated.  I think its time to give preppy a second chance. But follow this advice with caution. You do not want to look like like an SMU sorority girl.

Dear Saks, Aren't we in an economic crisis?????

I have been traveling across the country recently shopping away. In my shopping expeditions, I found a lot of crap, barren sale racks, one pair of current/elliot jeans, and a lot of ridiculous pieces going for upwards of $1500. Now, I am a girl who loves my alaïa, missoni, and prada, but really come on guys, cut us all a break. Believe it or not, I can't buy an ocean front mansion on south county in palm beach with my pocket change (shocker i know). Furthermore, there are only a handful of people who can afford these ridiculous prices. And we, being the fashion forward public, deserve our Marni for at least 40% off. SO lets put that into motion Mr. President!!

words

Today, I spent exactly nine minutes and forty seconds reconnecting with my past. For the first time in months, I was looking someone I felt I had truly known in the eye, and the words in which he spoke proved that my perception of him was completely wrong. Beyond that, words make situations and break them. The words exchanged, the words not exchanged, the words we wish we could say, the words we want to hear. Words. In those nine minutes and forty seconds, I realized that there were no more words I wanted to hear from him. In fact, for the first time I wished I had left the words of the past in the past. The person I was viewing on my computer screen was far from the person I had remembered so vividly. Every detail of his near flawless appearance was the same. But this time, I didn't want the wall-paper, I wanted the foundation! Words. Not visuals, words. All words. Its the one liners, the vivid descriptions, the vague and confused messages, all of which are built only upon the building blocks we know as words. It occurred to me all of a sudden, I had been thinking of someone who had no words for me at all. And even more, I didn't want those hollow words anymore. And for now, my own words and those of my wisest friends are all that I desire. 

the most disturbing article i have ever read

Who's Hungry

This article is completely real. And completely disturbing. Regardless, it is eye-opening to know there are people like this running free in the world. The article is about Issei Sagawa, a cannibal living in Japan. Read for yourself.

intellectualism

alright. lets get it straight. we live in a world that uses poor grammar and generalized stupidity to express itself. in times of economic recession, we can't always go out and buy those ridiculous metallic fuschia louboutin peep-toes. tragic, i know. likewise, a lot of our favorite plasticized dames cannot afford monthly collagen and botox in the current economical state (crycrycry). so, you may wonder what are we left to do? home procedures? save money by not paying our electric and water? no no my friends, lets crack open the hidden treasure chests of knowledge. it seems as though many of the glorified hollywood sweethearts seem to be graced by the stigmata of doltishness. our suggestions? read! talk to intellectuals, doctors, lawyers, professors! be interesting. people are too often depicted as mere shells, filled with nothingness. do something for your own knowledge. learn a new language, read up on your Nietzsche, or even leaf through the designs of Yves Saint Laurent. want to go for something even easier? read a new word in the dictionary every day. let's just try, as a collective people to raise the bar intelligence wise. trust me, smart is sexy. 

Kid Cudi

Look out for Kid Cudi. Pose loves him! His lyrics are simplistic, but fun and have a house-party meets the streets of Cleveland vibe. The protege of Kanye is breaking into the scene with a sound all his own. The album, A Kid Named Cudi, features Wale and Chip tha Rippa. The well know single, Day N Nite, is featured on the album, but look beyond what you already know on this album (the Crookers mix is better anyway). Man on the Moon is chill and winter-y but still has a bit of a street edge. The Prayer pushes aside present day hip-hop songs, and tells a story that expresses Cudi's serious side. It is possible for this track to get lost among the other more fun, less deep tracks. Cleveland is the Reason and Maui Wowie are the perfect blend of beats, so that you feel as though you are where Cudi is speaking of. 

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