Tag: personal

a freelance recap

Fresh off my informal writing sabbatical in which I 1) quit my day job and 2) reformulated my life, I present an informal relaunch, plus recap on the self-effacing, cynical fashion criticism we left off on, because I missed initial contribution to both #normcore and that Kimye Vogue cover, and I’ve really genuinely pined after that unique self-employed opportunity to brush Uncle Eddy’s vegan cookie crumbs off my keyboard while sifting through eBay “research.” So without further ado,...

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the last samurai

Maybe I’m biased from the blood, sweat, and tears I spilt on my way to teenage track and field medals, maybe it’s my hearty appetite, or maybe I’ve just been exposed to one too many ’90s-era episodes of “Xena, Warrior Princess,” but the goal of Amazon woman is one that I’ve constantly aspired towards. It’s a sharp departure from the heroin-chic, nothing-tastes-as-good-as-skinny-feels mantra that fashion/Hollywood/”It”-girls (LOL) subscribe to, because if we’re judging Amazon supermodel versus...

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dispatch // bonneville speedway

Quick disclosure: I spent the majority of the day baking in a desert hotter than a two dollar pistol, sick with a sinus infection and seasonal allergies/asthma, but as I am the industrious daughter of Utah’s original pioneers, I did so with my chin held high, celebrating Zion and it’s accompanying barren wastelands, i.e. Wendover, Nevada, with only a few sad coughs and frowny faces begging for pity towards my travel partner. That said, I’m...

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watch list // may 3rd

As I am wont to do on weekends, I spent the last two Sunday nights researching archival Prada collections and watching runway videos of years past, studying the collision between intellect and sexuality, a line that isn’t so much drawn at the house as much as it is melded. The Prada woman is smart before she is sensual, and said sensuality is a direct result of her smarts. Her clothes don’t reveal, they provoke. Her...

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on the cult of comme // defining b.c.

Good Christian girls don’t worship false idols. I graduated seminary with honors and a breadth of knowledge of five books of scripture (only two of which were the Old and New Testaments), sticking to the straight and narrow without so much as a sip of alcohol or a sext. Times have changed, of course, and between you and me, I’ve sinned. Hard. I’ve bowed at the altar of one Rei Kawakubo, paid her regular tithes,...

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