Graduation | What's Next?

Its been almost one week since I donned a white cap and gown, and walked up a small set of stairs to shake the hand of my principal and receive my diploma. It doesn’t feel real to me yet. I assumed that by now I would have begun to feel different; like a college student, or a high school graduate at the very least. But nope. I still feel like I will be going to high school again next year. It hasn’t fully hit me yet.

Occasionally it will hit me for a moment or two. When my principal announced “I know present to you the class of 2014” was one of those moments. A shiver went down my shine and a smile stretched across my face as we walked in front of hundreds of parents, teachers, family members, and fellow classmates.

I can’t help but wonder, “what’s next”?

If you’ve been following this blog for a while now, then you may have seen my various posts that outlined my aspirations and my plans on how to get there. When I first started this blog in February of my sophomore year of high school I was so certain of the career path I’d be taking. I had it all planned out—the roadmap to where I want to be was so ideal that it was almost naïve.

“I’ll go to college in New York City, I will intern during college and surely the magazine will hire me shortly after graduation, then I will be an assistant and just work my way up the ladder until I became an editor.”

I was (am) so young. I was so idealistic. I was so hopeful. I was so naïve.

Two years ago when I started this blog I was certain there would be no other path for me. I was convinced that I was meant to be an editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine. While I still dream to work at a fashion magazine, I have realized that it is an incredibly hard job to come by. Yes, there are more jobs in the fashion industry than ever before, and no I am not giving up on my dream. I simply realized that I do need a back up plan. I do need other career options, and I need to be open to taking them if need be.

The road map to my future as a fashion editor has been altered a bit. I am not going to university in New York City. While it is a bit disappointing, I am so happy where I am actually going.

In the fall I will be attending Saint Joseph’s University in Philadelphia, PA. I will also be majoring in English. I would like to minor in something as well, but I have yet to choose. I’ve considered multiple minors. Some are practical and would make me look better as a job applicant. Others are subjects that I am interested in and would like to study in depth.

The first time I visited the campus I fell in love, I truly did. It felt right. I felt like I could see myself walking on the campus. It’s a medium sized school, which is perfect for me. It isn’t too big that I would be overwhelmed, and it isn’t too small that I would know every single person there. It is perfect because it is a short train ride away from Center City Philadelphia.

So here I am, a high school graduate about to face the unknown. I might have my aspirations figured out but I have no idea where they will take me. 


Of Time

Photos borrowed from various Teen Vogue editorials. 

I have a lifetime ahead of me
But all I can think about
Are those few hours I spent with you
Closer than ever
wrapped up, lost in sheets together
I have a lifetime ahead of me
But all I can think about
Is sharing the same space, the same air
So close I could feel your heart beat
To the same rhythm as my own
I have a lifetime ahead of me
But all I can think about
Are your arms, embracing me
Your breath on my shoulder
Our hands entwined
I have a lifetime ahead of me
But all I can think about
Are your lips kissing my shoulder
Wandering across my neck
You loved me, I wanted to love you
I have a lifetime ahead of me
But all I can think about
Are those moments we spent
Our bodies close, Our hearts closer
My mind far off in the distance
I have a lifetime ahead of me
But all I can think about
Is how I rolled over onto my side
Facing away from you
Leaving your love behind me
I have a lifetime ahead of me
But all I can think about
Is how you gave me all
But my mind wandered off
To a place where you were not
I have a lifetime ahead of me
But all I can think about
Is how at that moment
As you tried to love me
I thought I had all the time in the world
I have a lifetime ahead of me
But all I can think about
Is how I was wrong
I wasted time I thought I had
Now my heart aches for more time with you
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This Race Has No Finish Line

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    There was a time when fashion wasn't all about competing to see who has better style, pitting celebrities against each other to see "who wore it best". It wasn't all about who wore the most designer clothing, or who was lucky enough to get snapped by a street style photographer.

    There was a time when fashion was an art. A true, true art. Where you wore what you wanted simply because you wanted to, not because you needed to impress society as a whole. There was a time when fashion was all about expression, not impression. Where did that time go? Why was it whisked away? Why did the label-hungry and the style-less wealthy take over with outfits straight from the runway—not even styled differently to show personality?

    There was a time when fashion blogging wasn't all about materialism. Now, fashion blogging is a competition of who can gain the most followers and the most traffic. A competition of who could work with the most brands—the more renowned the brands, the better. A competition of who could profit the most. A competition of who has better style among bloggers.

    There was a time when fashionistas blogged simply because they loved it, they loved fashion, they loved writing, and they wanted to share it.

    Fashion has been formed into a competition. This competition will forever be sans winner. There can't be a winner of a competition that shouldn't even be a competition. It shouldn't work that way; it can't work that way. This competition has a grand prize of, of what? Pride. You make the most money out of all bloggers? Pride. You "have the best style out of all the bloggers"? Pride. What does this pride mean though, why must you have it? Yes fashion is about taking pride in what you're wearing. But when we all first started our blogs, it wasn't about winning pride, it was about doing it because we love it.

    We take our cameras out into the public and take pictures of ourselves, seeming extraordinarily narcissistic to those who don't know what we are doing that for, because we love it. We spend precious time choosing the best pictures and editing them and carefully crafting a well-written post because we love doing it. We engage with fellow fashionistas because it's a community, not because we want to gain traffic in a fake manner. At least that is how it was.

    There have been articles written over the last few years exclaiming that blogging is dying! No, blogs and bloggers are not dying. We are all simply just losing this pointless competition we subconsciously created for ourselves. For every blog that drops out of the race, five more are created. At first, they are running because they love it, because it's fun for them. Then, they realize that it is a serious "competition", and they pick up the pace, trying to keep up with the big dogs that have been in the head of the pack since 2008.

    This race to be the best is unlike any other race. This is no 100-meter dash, or even a distance marathon with a clear finish line, a clear winner. This race doesn't have a finish line. 

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Enjoying Fashion Week at Home!

Well, Fashion Week is here. If your invitation to sit front row at your favorite shows was lost somewhere in the mail, fear not, you can still enjoy the runway shows in your own home.

Are you sad you won’t get to live Tweet and Instagram the hottest looks sent down the runway? Well, you can stream just about every runway show live online at http://www.mbfashionweek.com/live. Stream whatever shows your fashionista heart desires.

The Essentials for Fashion Week at Home:

Your iPhone (or other smart phone)

As mentioned above, make sure to live Tweet and Instagram your reactions to the collections, and your favorite looks sent down the catwalk. Don’t forget to hashtag #MBFW, #FW14, and the designer.  (image from freshnessmag.com)

A Notebook and Pen

No, this isn’t college all over again, but a notebook sure will come in handy. Why wait for magazines to tell you the latest trends when you can document them yourself while watching the shows. Keep a notebook and pen near you to keep track of the trends you love, what you see (colors, patterns, materials, et cetera) come down the runway most often, along with your favorite collections. (image from underaglasssky.com)

A Fabulous Pair of Loungewear

Sure you’re watching the shows from the comfort of your own home, but that doesn’t mean fashion has to take a vacation. Sport some adorable loungewear or pajamas, along with a pair of slippers. You won’t be dashing through the streets of New York to make it to the shows, but a cute pair of slippers never hurt anyone. These Rag & Bone joggers paired with the Topshop crew neck sweatshirt are equally comfy, casual, and cute. (Image from http://bellalurosa.polyvore.com/)

Spa Essentials

While you’re at home, lounging around and watching the shows, you might as well pamper yourself. Combine Fashion Week and Spa Week with facemasks, hair treatments, and nail polish. (Image from http://bellalurosa.polyvore.com/)

Yes, you’ll be missing out on the real-deal, wild, crazy, exhilarating, tiring Fashion Week experience, but, hey, at least you’ll be comfortable! 

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What a Concept...

A close guy friend recently asked me, "Alyssa, why do you go through the trouble of putting on makeup everyday, painting my nails, doing my hair, and dressing nice for school everyday? Guys don't even notice all of that effort girls put in to look good for school."

My face looked something like this... 

Maybe, just maybe, girls "go through the trouble" of doing all of those things, not to impress a boy, but because we actually want to do something for ourselves

What a concept!!!!

Yes I wake up about two hours earlier than necessary in the morning to primp and prime before school. I don't do all of those things to impress a high school boy. I do all of those things because I want to be put together, presentable, and fashionable. Not for others, but for myself. It is amazing how much better I feel about myself when I try to look good. 

No it isn't necessary to do this. Some girls don't and are perfectly happy, which is great! For me personally, if I look good, then I feel good. Its science- trust me. 

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