Quitter.

I am so sick of my hair.

I'm gonna do something crazy & fun, but then again I am scared.

This is starting to get played, I've seen it everywhere.

1950's shot from Brooklyn.

This is precious and these kids look amazing, even for today.

♥ it.

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This, this I dedicate to you.

I don't know if you read my blog or not, but I hope in your pathetic paranoia you assume it's about you. Cause it is.

You're a bitch, and strange. Not in a good way at all.

Cool Kids, on the street.

Cool Kids, the band.

Just a thought... I don't like quitting things, but there's something in my life I cannot stand anymore. Should people stick to things solely because they made a commitment? What if it makes you miserable? What if it prevents you from doing everything else in your life that matters? On the other hand, maybe we should fulfill our obligations until the end. Maybe if something is so awful, instead of quitting, we should fix it for those who come after instead of leaving it in pieces and handing it over for someone else to clean up.

I don't know. Thoughts? I don't want to quit, but God, do I want to quit.

I thought I understood people but it's becoming clear to me that I fact do not at all.

Bonne Anniversaire Marc Jacobs!

♥ Lini.

Simon Says...

I apologize for constantly posting things I find insightful or my feelings and nothing cool. I haven't found anything too fascinating lately.

Simon says let me out of this cage.

Simon says I must be dreaming.

Simon says I don't even know what I'm feeling anymore.

Today at Easter a large amount of relatives who I didn't recognize told me to enjoy school while it lasted. I understand why, and I am. I also feel confused though, I'm sick of school and would like my "life" to start, or the next chapter.

But a dozen and a half internship applications later and no responses, maybe staying in school forever won't be so bad. Where's daddy's checkbook?

I hate feeling crazy and I hate feeling like I'm wasting my time. I hate feeling like I know a little bit about everything and not enough about anything. I know what I want, everyday I wake up and I know what I want. I know what I need too, but where is it?

An idea has hatched in this head of mine, details to follow. Also, I want a new camera really badly.

When's it my turn?

Wouldn't I love, love to explore the world up above?

Wish I could be part of that world.

-Some mermaid under the sea, you know.

♥ Lini.

Oh, the places I go.

I'm a Lost junkie. I am slacking on viewing this season, but I cannot watch a single minute without being hypnotized. Watching an old episode I missed in season five yesterday afternoon with a fellow Lost-ite almost resulted in my missing the bus back from the Big Apple to Philadelphia.

Whenever I talk about this to people who don't like [read: don't have enough good taste or mental capacity to appreciate the epic brilliance which is this series] Lost, they always say "It makes no sense." I can understand this sentiment. It is quite a lot to swallow. I think each episode only allows you to blink possibly three times, or else you've already missed too much and will no longer be able to follow the story line.

I promise this tangent has a point.

Yes, I did make my bus yesterday, with thoughts of Lost floating through my mind. Lest you forget, public transportation often results in an odd array of individuals combined together in small quarters. It so happened I was across from a fiesty and naive girl named Raquel by the age of nine [Yes, I eavesdropped. In my defense, she was obnoxiously loud]. A half asleep, half awake bus ride later, the combination of Raquel's innocent youthful musings and my thoughts of Lost had my head in quite a jumble. One issue people seem to bring up with Lost is the whole "time travel" thing Whatever, I know it's crazy but anything goes on the Lost Island. This whole moving through time thing is where I began getting confused on my ride home.

I thought about my time before the time I am now in. I kept thinking about how much I despised taking naps in preschool. Nowadays, I wish I could nap more often. I wish Lost wasn't merely fictional, and I could travel back in time and tell myself to stop being so stupid and just count some sheep and make nap time work somehow. I wish I had told Raquel, as annoying and countereffective to my bus ride nap as she was, I was happy she wasn't jaded. Many other kids her age are. I should have told her dad he was doing a great job but I felt like a bit of a creep. I hope they're as happy as they seemed.

I wonder when you reach they age where you realize everything your mother told you was true, helpful, pertinent, and wise. Yesterday I was stressed because one of my interviews was postponed, the other only went decently, and housing in NYC is so frustrating and foreign to me. She just said [not in these terms] "Caroline, you gotta hustle for ya want." It's true. I guess it's silly but it instantly made me feel better. No one told me life was going to be easy, and I didn't go into a competitive field thinking anything would be handed to me. Good things will come, they'll happen. By complaining in the mean time I only am annoying myself and everyone around me and achieving absolutely nothing. In reality, I'm wasting time I could be spending chasing after all the things I so badly desire.

We all want "it" so bad. Everyone's "it" is different, and changes. But how is it fair for me to want things when I take no steps closer toward them?

Thanks, mom. Maybe I'm almost at the age when you can say you told me so ♥

So many directions to go in.

Oh, the places you'll go.

Wise man, Mister Dr. Suess.

Lini ♥ you.

Gimme Gimme Gimme.

Let's say one of the six interviews I have had or am having within the span of today and tomorrow results in some fabulous career and I can then afford to only shop at Opening Ceremony... With enough money anyone can look cool. What's impressive is being cool and poor. I'm not saying I'm poor, I am typing this from my very nice MacBook, but I am saying these bitches have paychecks, I have papers to write. One day my wardrobe will be as glorious. In the meantime, I just muse. I here present you with my research on awesome future wardrobe development... Now, there's a class I'd take and actually enjoy!

I need this haircut. No one will stop me.

Hanging out with my Wang out.

Alexander Wang shades.

Proenza Schouler heels.

Now boys, don't ask me why women love shoes so much. Just refer to the above.

SO cute.

Must-have for the occasional, I don't know? Motorcycle ride?

♥ Lini.

Wish me luck for domani, pray for me now [I am on MegaNus riding next to a gentleman bathed in eau de McDonald's] and check out the Opening Ceremony site. Jeremy Scott things are sold there, I am hooked. Ciao Ciao.

Youth of America

I am on on Stumbleupon. SO pumped. But yea, I did put myself on there. Shh, it's fine.

Happy Birthday Mister President.

Not condoning infidelity here, but this is a pretty shot.

A dose of fashion for ya.

I need to remember this more.

We all need to remember this more.

This past weekend I volunteered to teach groups of Girl Scout troops how to embroider. I woke myself up unfortunately early on a dreary Saturday morning and patiently threaded huge needles only to find myself completely horrified by the mental state of these "children". One girl was asking me about the "Telephone" video... You know, the one including mass murder, crotch shots, The Pussy Wagon, and a makeout session with members of undetermined genders? Why had this girl, this little maybe 6 or 7 year old girl, seen this video? They discussed how annoying it was when their parents made them go to bed... at 1 am. Then they bitched about how much they hated school and how useless it is. Children should not hate school! Children should not hate school because they want to stay cooped up inside watch trannies grinding on t.v. until sunrise instead!

Another rugrat told me she wanted to grow up and be an artist. She dreamed of this at least until her mommy said No way, Jose. Artists make no money. So I guess society has resorted to spitting all over your dreams at the age of seven instead of waiting for you to graduate with $100,000 of debt and no job.

Not sure which is worse.

I was having a good day today, but then the wonderful women who run my department once again failed to perform the requirements of their job. Way to go, guys. I'm really glad I pay you to be here, take out loans to be here, spend my far too many waking hours being here. Am I really disgusted by this new generation of jaded, uninspired kids, or am I actually jealous they don't suffer from my delusions of grandeur?

Someday we'll find it, the Rainbow Connection.

The Lovers, the Dreamers, and me.

-Kermit the Frog.

My shit when I was a kid.

♥ Lini.

I'm Lovin' It.

May I begin by saying I would give my soul to be here this weekend.

Hey man, now you're really living.

Enjoy it bitches who are attending, tell Guetta I said hello ♥

"This is not a healthcare reform. This is a health insurance reform."

I was only half-listening, but I believe CNN said Larry King said this. Of everything I've heard in the past few days, this is the most true statement of all. Before the newscaster announced the aforementioned quote, a story was aired about a 14 year-old girl weighing 400 pounds. Her life, obviously at risk, was saved by some combination of medical miracles and surgeries.

So yeah. Maybe we should reform our lifestyles a little bit as well?

Can we all please research what this bill means folks? All I hear from people is "Free insurance? Fuck Obama man, that means more taxes. We're not socialists, this isn't Cuba." Well, does it actually? I don't crunch numbers myself, but I'm pretty sure no one is going to give up their entire life savings to fund someone else's medical bills. From what I've heard and read [mind you, the bill is over a thousand pages long, so believe me I really skimmed]. If anyone can complain, it's the privately owned insurance companies, and even so, I like to hope they'll be taken care of. Personally, I like socialists, I am Brazilian after all.

I won't pretend I understand politics. I won't pretend I the stack of publications under my bed are anything other then Vogue, Nylon, or Elle. A review on new soy-based nail polish remover catches my eye more frequently then who was elected mayor of Little Rock, Arkansas. I do care, and I do vote. But, as our forefathers predicted, most people suck, myself included, and forget to pay attention to their surroundings and cannot be trusted with the fate of their country. I just hope this reform plays out for the best, and I hope people:

1. Stop complaining, you probably haven't done an ounce of research. Your opinions were spoon fed to you since the days of Gerber and you haven't refreshed them since. If you actually have formulated a proper viewpoint, good for you!

2. Listen to Larry King. Be healthier much? An instructor of mine who gives a whole new meaning to nutty professor said in class poverty in America was solved with the invention of the Chicken McNugget. I won't take up anymore time or space discussing the major issues with this statement.

Adios ninos, Lini ♥

All Play and No Work Makes Lini and Happy Girl

I spend the majority of my time in school, as do most students. When I do come home I cherish those days but oddly enough it feels like I never left. I love Florida. I love being warm and I love being in my house. I love waking up in my own bed. I love soaking in my Peter Pan complex for the handful of days each year on which academic authorities have deemed we students and faculty may have a vacation. [Not quite vacation though, let's be real. Who else is swallowing novels whole in five days? I personally am about to go lounge by my pool and churn out an sketches for an entire swimwear collection, but I can't complain because it's gorgeous today!] I don't want to go back to school next week. I just want to play.

On today's agenda:

Edward Steichen: In High Fashion, the Conde Nast Years 1923 - 1937

Fort Lauderdale Art Museum, free entry with student ID.

I am attending with my muse Miss Betty and Pepper, I'll let all you Vogue junkies know how it goes.

Childish things I have found to coincide with my mood today.

An apron with coordinating pockets for your colored pencils.

Sheer brilliance.

Childrenswear by PLUSH.

Great studio shot, this kid had awesome hair.


Baby kicks! Too, too cute.

My house.

I wish, sigh.

"Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up."

Picasso.

In my last words for the day, go see Hot Tub Time Machine. It will change your life [most likely not for the better.] Please don't pay a full $10 for it if you can avoid doing so. What an ABSURD moment in movie making.

♥ Lini.