From figuring out where to strategically place your shampoo so it doesn’t burst open during the flight, to seeing just how many pairs of shoes you can realistically get away with bringing without exceeding the baggage weight restriction, packing your bag–or bags–for a trip is, in my opinion, the worst. What’s even worse, though? Jetting off to somewhere cold, and making sure you’re bringing everything you need to stay warm.
There’s a reason women in stilettos and skin-tight dresses stand out. And, at least in my opinion, it’s not because they look good (although, yes, they might). It’s because, half of the time, you can just tell that they’re not comfortable.
Last month, date night was spent eating Ethiopian food and ice cream cookie sandwiches in West LA. It was the boyfriend’s turn to surprise me, and I’ve never had a chance to try Ethiopian food before!
I was listening to a podcast on my way to work this morning (Reply All, if you wanted to know), and the storyline focused around this man who–for the sheer enjoyment of it–has spent every Sunday evening for the past 9 years fixing grammatical errors on Wikipedia.
There are a lot of paradoxes in LA. People who swear on being vegan and eating kale chips end up being the same people wearing leather and throwing trash on the ground.
There are some things I just refuse to be an early adopter of. Culottes (pronounced cool • oats) are one of them. I don’t have anything against them per se, I just hadn’t yet found a pair that worked for me. If you’re like me, you might feel a sort of wary skepticism towards unconventional shapes, cuts, and trends
We live in a social media-driven, impatient, insatiable age where the hunger to constantly be experiencing and sharing things is as much of a common denominator as it is a burden. Really though, I think that everyone in their 20s right now feels a similar insatiable hunger. A desire–a need–to go out and do everything, be everywhere, and try new things constantly.
Since it’s Thursday, here’s a little throwback for you guys. To the desert. Palm Springs, to be exact. After a weekend of bottomless mimosas, endless walking, soul-soothing music, and dry, dusty desert heat, I (somehow) survived. But man, was I exhausted.
How many of you find yourself feeling like you don’t deserve to be where you’re at in your life, or like you aren’t good enough to go for the thing you want, so you keep putting off even trying?
Beyond the music, the 2nd biggest thing most people stress over when it comes to festival season is the ephemeral question–you guessed it–what am i going to wear? But honestly, by now, you probably already have your outfits figured out. Comfortable yet also cute walking shoes? Check. Small but also hard-to-pickpocket backpack to hold all your essentials? Check. But what about your hair?