If I were a Boy...

Don't all we girls all ask ourselves this at one point or another? How many times have we groaned about how easy it must be, being a guy and all?

Now, I don't know about easy, but it sure looks like fun.

Miska D.A.R.T. Lookbook, Spring 2010.

Brooklyn company.

Great images, and I love the models they chose.

Martin Margiela Line 8 Glasses.

Love, love love.

Kind of an aviator hybrid I guess? They always have the coolest shades.

Bathing Apes Ranger Collection.

I love manipulation of iconic images. I love ombre. Clearly, I love this piece.

Speaking of frogs, snails, and puppy dog tails, these two boys have also done it again. Cudi does no wrong, featuring Snoop Dogg in That Tree.

In other news, Banksy Exit Through the Gift Shop has opened, and continues opening in select cities in the upcoming weeks. I cannot wait, the footage from the L.A. premiere looked great.

Boys, boys, boys.

♥ Lini.

Just Breathe.

As life gets longer, awful feels softer.

Well it feels pretty soft to me.

If it takes shit to make bliss,

Then I feel pretty blissfully.

-Modest Mouse.

Good song, great band.

Spring should be inspiring.

Gentle.

Easy.

All I see running down the feed of various newsfeeds of various social networking sites is "Busy". "Stressed". "Can't take it anymore". I'm included in this category.

It's quite beautiful outside most days, and it hurts to be trapped inside. I watch the world through glass windows. My reality is viewed the same way television is. On nights where I up late working I can hear birds chirping, confusing the artificial lights for sunshine. I am confused too birdies. It's hard seeing things around you that look, feel, and seem beautiful and feeling like you're missing out. It's hard feeling average and wondering if you could have pushed yourself more, or knowing that even if you had, nothing much would have come of it. Humanity can be cumbersome. It's hard feeling you deserve more. Is it mass media? It it everything we're shown? Everything thrown into our faces to make us believe we're all above and beyond ourselves? You can be a hero, you can be a star. This person is a winner. This person is better then you. How can we be inspired or have faith in ourselves, when there are so many setbacks? It's hard to smile even when the world outside is blooming.

I wish we could all enjoy Springtime more. I wish we could all enjoy pretty things more. It's hard to feel positive when nothing seems to go well.

That's about it. Just some thoughts & pretty pics. Remember there's sweetness left outside, escape into it when you get a chance.

♥ Lini.

Anything to stay in bed...

Images from China Fashion Week in Beijing.

This stuff is so awesome it makes my head spin.

I'm gonna get this good.

How I feel.

Zhou Fan.

Another great Chinese contribution to my life. Check him out, very cool things.

Now I'll get out of bed.

♥ Lini

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.