I 💗 my Lisa Frank team.  (Taken with Instagram at Doner Advertising)

I 💗 my Lisa Frank team. (Taken with Instagram at Doner Advertising)

Have you walked a mile in style yet?
Check out my new fashion blog » StyleMileAnd don’t forget to like it on Facebook.

Have you walked a mile in style yet?

Check out my new fashion blog » StyleMile
And don’t forget to like it on Facebook.

I am in dire need of some SATC. Excited to be in the city soon. Maybe I’ll get some S there.  Ha

I am in dire need of some SATC. Excited to be in the city soon. Maybe I’ll get some S there.  Ha

Doner ladies unite.  (Taken with Instagram at Foran’s Grand Trunk Pub)

Doner ladies unite. (Taken with Instagram at Foran’s Grand Trunk Pub)

Somebody got a little haircut! 🐶💓🌷 (Taken with instagram)

Somebody got a little haircut! 🐶💓🌷 (Taken with instagram)

COME ON, VOGUE.

People always say you have to pursue what you like. I’ve always liked fashion for what it is. I enjoy the glitz and the glamour, although I’ve never necessarily had the ideal body for most things I see in magazines. But lately I’ve been inspired by many girls who aren’t models (but they damn well could be), nor designers. The world of fashion blogging has been creeping in my browser more than I’d like to admit.

To a point where I sometimes will check someone’s Instagram for inspiration first, and my own closet second.

So I’ve decided to gather some styles and go fashion blogger for a day (I must admit I’ve made fun of this sort of thing before, but I was being very obtuse). Maybe I’ll get a knack for this thing…

1. Elle & the Sea dress. Forever 21 cuff. Parisian necklace.
2. H&M denim jacket. 
3. Forever 21 necklace & sweater. Macy’s blouse.
4. Celebrity Pink jeans. Madden Girl booties.
5. Simply Vera ballet flats.
6. Marc by Marc Jacobs tote.
7. Celebrity Pink jeans. Forever 21 blouse.
8. Jones New York blazer. Express Skirt. Macy’s lace blouse.
9. Forever 21 blazer. My boyfriend’s t-shirt.
10. 1992 Brazilian glam as a 3-year-old.

Word Butchers: Foreigners, don't disrespect English. Apparently, that's our job.

wordbutchers:

We Americans can be such ugly nationalists. We don’t want to learn any other language. But you sure as hell better learn ours. We can’t be bothered by Spanish or French or Japanese. But when it comes to English, we tend to believe it’s the price of entry for stepping foot on our soil. If only we…

When someone tells me how many calories are in the food I just ate

whatshouldwecallme:

Even though I should be doing just that. ha. the irony.

A heart beats here.

Since December of last year, I’ve owned an iPhone and almost immediately after, an Instagram account. I have always been incredibly enthralled by the culture of Instagram - a social network exclusive for iPhone users. A lot of it is just egotistical photos of celebrities and people flaunting the fact they have an iPhone. Which is fine. It’s not supposed to be some intellectual level thing. But just today I have learned of something that made possible through Instagram: an awesome effort to let the city of Sao Paulo, Brazil, wake up amidst love.

 

The hashtag #aquibateumcoracao (A heart beats here) brought a group of unknowns together in the middle of the night last Sunday, to put up hearts on famous monuments and statues in Sao Paulo. The theme of “love” has been big in Sao Paulo in the last few months. From songs to graffiti slogans that cover the walls, people have been crying love in the city. “There is no love in SP.” “More love, please.” “Love is important, damn it.” I guess you could call it a neo-hippy effort to bring attention to the fact that we have all become so distant and inhumane because of our routines.

But the guerrilla action that took place quietly just this past weekend… That, to me, is something else.

There are no words. There is no slogan. There is no cry for love. It’s simplicity, it’s beauty, and it breaks routine. In SP, we’re all too used to seeing graffiti on the side of buildings. But seeing big, bright, red hearts on centenary monuments, that’s something completely different. There are no authors to claim the idea. Anonymity seems to make a bigger impact these days, anyway.

The hearts are all about reaction. It’s how you interpret it on your morning walk to work. It’s a reminder for you saying “don’t forget to love today.”

 

Is it silly? 

Yes, you could definitely argue that point.

But for a city that on the rise to the top on so many different levels, Sao Paulo needs to listen to its own people. If there is love missing, there must be warmth, friendship, and respect missing, too. 

And if a simple cut-out and spray-painted styrofoam heart is what fills that void, then so be it. Just remember to love more, SP.

Dance party!!!!!! (Taken with Instagram at Bar Louie)

Dance party!!!!!! (Taken with Instagram at Bar Louie)