top/ Zara // shorts/ H&M // sandals/ Nine West // earrings/gift
Hello everyone! Yes, we are back at it again with the brick wall. If you are an avid blog follower such as myself, you’ve probably noticed that some bloggers refer to their site and themselves as ‘we’ instead of ‘me’ or ‘I’. I don’t know if its done to make the reader feel as if they are an organization or some more elaborate event every time they post, but its always funny to me, especially when the blog is clearly run by one person alone.
Anyway, today I was feeling the long sleeves, and THEN I realized how hot it was outside and realized what a huge mistake I had made wearing this particular top-
Yeah wait, actually I don’t regret it. I went grocery shopping and I needed those sleeves to combat the annoying goosebumps I get in the freezer section.
Sometimes I prefer pulling out things to wear that aren’t necessarily in style at the moment or go with another season.
Today’s look is brought to you by a mix of desperation to wear something that wasn’t open in the sides or was a boring t-shirt to deal with the heat, and a bit of “Well, this looks relatively unwrinkled and hasn’t been worn in so long that it looks lonely” – now seeing these pictures I am intrigued to see what else I can come up with since the hottest part of the summer is yet to come!
Also, yes- I DID cut my hair recently. Those dead ends had to disappear somehow. I forgot how it feels to have a light ponytail again, and what it was like to not stretch out hair bands whenever I made a bun.
In an effort to create space on my phone, I decided to go through my photos and make some necessary cuts to my collection. Now, I’m a firm believer that phones say a lot about their owners; being overly observant and nosy has its perks (for once). Whether the owner has a really old case (either too lazy to change it or very practical and doesn’t see the importance of having a ‘pretty’ case), or a flamboyant fluorescent object that just happens to also function as a case on the side of having credit card slots/ a pocket for change/ a compact mirror/a gum dispenser/a gps/ spare kleenex (the girl who is always behind in her daily life because she is too busy living it up on Twitter *cough* Tumblr) — the point is- I notice these things.
Items as personal as phones reflect us in some way. But the interior- the junk that appears once you unlock the phone- that is as intriguing as the latest Stella McCartney runway show. Apps aside, I am referring directly to the photos on our phones. Not necessarily because I care to see the selfies I imagine people take of themselves, because the selfies are no way as near as interesting as the photos we take of things we like or that make us think. When we photograph things, we want to remember them so we can later go back and go back to the train of thought we had when we first saw the item.
ANYWAY, I was reminded of some thoughts I had when I went to the Met in New York recently. After looking at sculpture after sculpture, I noted a trend in the profiles of their faces, and I had to take pictures so I could compare with others. Now looking back on them, I strangely feel like I should justify to people why they are on my phone and make sure I’m not the only person who find this funny (I need to make sure that I’m not weird).
Behold, a peek at things I find weird/thought provoking:
Alright. This will sound either stupid, or like I’m reading too deep into the situation.
I consider the photos above reason to believe that Voldemort is very much alive and was angry that artists back in the day did not pay homage to his gloriously flat face (no offense to Ray Fiennes) and thus invaded the Met at some point in time and yelled some sort of spell that severed the noses of every ancient bust on display.
Here’s a more plausible and boring conclusion: maybe the employees at the Met don’t get paid enough and instead of going on strike, they figured they’d attack the artwork since that would express their invisible anger towards their bosses.
And here’s what I REALLY think happened : A pretentious curator at the Met calmly perused the sculptures before they went up and found all their noses to be ugly, and instead of wasting money on a sculpture surgeon (okay I obviously know that is not a profession, I just liked the way that sounded in my head), he was Mr. Do-It-Yourself and took out his trusty chisel and mallet and screwed it up thinking he had better taste in noses than the Greeks and Romans. By then, he was frantic- he had to do something. He probably trembled, thinking to himself, Julius and Augustus are turning in their coffins as I operate on their cultural treasures WITHOUT EVEN A DEGREE IN MEDICINE. So then, he pulled out the next best thing, which was his daughter’s silly putty that he accidentally brought with him, and he smacked that on the noses, but that slid off of the noses to his dismay. As he felt the end of his career approaching, he fell feebly to his knees and begged the Roman and Greek gods to show him the path to artistic enlightenment. He smacked his forehead, chastising himself for thinking like Narcissus, and curled into the fetal position next to a statue of a chubby cherub (I am killing it with these alliterations!) and waited to be found and fired.
But then, out of nowhere, a light shone from above. The now dusty curator looked up, suddenly blinded by a white light. He meekly asked, “Zeus?” A voice came out of the intercom instead, announcing that any damaged sculptures would soon be seen by a visiting specialist in refurbishing pieces. The light went off. Hmm. The man might refurbish their noses. But the continuity- it would only work if I were consistent! The curator looked up again, slyly. He pocketed the chisel and mallet and whipped out a much heavier hammer that he didn’t remember having before, and he sprinted through the entire backroom, smashing every. Single. Nose. Not one statue was left untouched. The man had no time to admire his work, so he fled the scene.
And that is how the noses of so many statues now look flat. You’re welcome.
A rather impressive (by my standards, at least) assortment of pictures of the big APPLE (see what I did there? *raises brows*)
Also keep in mind that some of the pictures are from my phone, so excuse the quality- this is really more of me adding commentary to stuff that I saw/ate/stared at.
“N…Y…C…Just got here this morning…Three bucks, two bags, one meee”
If you don’t know the song I quoted please reconsider your taste in musicals.
Anyway, let me whisk you off for a bit and share my experience in New York through pictures. We stayed near the touristy spots so we wouldn’t have to walk very far to get to the fun areas. Unfortunately, I got pink eye after day one, so I got to wear my glorious glasses every.single.day. after that. That is why I didn’t show up so much in photos here, but also so I could be the one to snap creepy candids of my family, which were unwillingly taken but now look hilarious.
Next stop was Central Park!
I confess I smelled the two items above when my parents weren’t looking. They got coffee on my behalf, which I also smelled too, because the smell is heavenly.
Okay, here is a story for these food items. Now I know the vegan community is HUGE in NYC, so I found this place called Fresh & Co. where all they do is make these gigantic salads for you. You better believe I was happy. I almost high fived the lady making my salad. If you were wondering, it was called the Superfood bowl, and I got falafel on it.
On the right, there’s those squishy pouch things. I was in a pop up food market with kiosks and food trucks, and this girl came up to me from a start up trying to sell healthy wholesome products. I said no because I had no cash on me, but then I saw her shirt which said “Cruelty Free” on it, which always represents the Vegan community, so I automatically started talking to her and telling her that it was good to spread the message around. Long story short, she was so excited to meet another vegan that she gave me three packets free of charge. And they were delicious!
And now I’ll segue into the architecture aspect of my trip.
And NOW the Met! Which let’s face it- it was a major factor in my wanting to visit NYC again. From left to right, audacious Madame X (who was actually that white in life), and this creepy lady that I forgot I had taken a picture of. Imagine a lifesize cutout of her pasted on your enemy’s wall.
Some Manet for you…
Some sculptures that I stared at for a while in the sculpture gallery. And a friendly tip for you today: the sculpture gallery is a great place to eat a snack inconspicuously.
Van Gogh, who cut off his ear but seemed to get even more artistic after doing so. The portrait on the right has a great background, if you want something to stare at without thinking.
I know I already said this, but more is coming! Thanks for reading!
I took an obvious break from BraidsnBooks because I was not at home for a while. My family and I decided to go on a trip up to the concrete jungle that is NYC, and since I am still trying to download the photos from my camera, this is what I got for now…but you wait…it’s going to be a massive.photo.dump.
I got you covered from photos of the mundane, like the sidewalk (which was pretty important in my opinion- I mean its Marc Jacobs!!) To architecture, such as the beautiful Saint Laurent flagship on fifth avenue, to a shot of Piet Mondrian (shoutout to YSL again and his 1960’s reincarnation of Mondrian’s work).
Prepare yourselves for the largest photo dump this blog has yet to see. I may actually break it into segments to avoid it getting tedious, for both you and me.
In short, I’m back!
Just imagine me saying that like this: I’m baaaaaaaaaaccccck! *annoyingly wide smile*