It's a Tuesday, I have a cold that won't go away (yes, I'm that person coughing my head off in the lecture hall with miniature desks two inches from one another, I apologize), I have two shoots today, and I also have a severe case of writers block, more than likely induced by an overdose of cold ...
almost autumn.
When it starts to feel like fall- and by feel like fall I mean the temperature dropped below 80 a couple times in one week- I always have a tendency to jump full force into PSL's, sweaters (no, I'm not hot, I just splashed my face with water?), and the brown leaf emoji. I just absolutely cannot ...
flared.
If you would've told my 17 year old super-low-rise super-skinny-light-wash-suck-in-to-button Hollister jeans loving self that my favorite pair of jeans in my closet at age 21 would be a pair of black flares, I would've directed you to the nearest insane asylum. My how time changes us. ...
moto.
Remember that one time that Indiana's bipolar weather situation attempted to completely ruin what would otherwise be a perfectly good blog shoot? Yeah, same. Also, remember how it was monsoon-ing outside and then as soon as the shoot was over it got immediately and miraculously sunny? Yeah, ...
senior.
In high school they tell you that by the time you are a senior, you will be ready to graduate. College, my friends, if done correctly, it's more or less the polar opposite. ...