My BFF is back in town, and I'm honoring her through my clothes. In true form my style is still all me, but I did at one point literally barter my pants off of her body. This happened months ago when Adrienne came over after work one day. We were sitting around, or rather I was sitting around, while Adrienne stood and fiddled with her leopard silk pants. These gorgeous bottoms were a cheap steal at Marshall’s that AKL just couldn’t pass up, but upon taking them home she realized they were slightly too small. They fit at the waist, but her long legs (ugh, I know) tugged at the fabric. Since silk has literally zero stretch to it, I’ll let you imagine what would have eventually happened to these.
“They’re reeeeally small,” she says to me. I replied with, “Girl, I’M really small,” and with that I convinced her to remove her bottoms in the middle of my apartment so that I could try them on. After a couple minutes of bickering about it back and forth, I slipped them onto my body. The proof was in the pants: they fit me perfectly. They’re a little oversized, but still well-tailored. I liked them. I needed them. We agreed upon a price, and I grabbed a pair of her own leggings out of my drawer so that she had something to wear home--we are BFFs after all, so that shouldn’t be too surprising.
The lesson here is to always use the power of persuasion when you know your friend owns something that you really ought to own yourself. The other lesson is to also hoard your friend’s clothing so that they have something to wear when you pay them to give you their pants. These are my thoughts for Monday. Could be worse, right?
Photos by Chelsea Mandell
London, what an amazing city! Fast-paced and buzzing, everything about this place was seriously spectacular. Honestly, there was so much to see, making it at times a bit overwhelming; however London has some of the best public transportation out there. There's no need to waste money on cabs when you can easily hop on and off the Tube or take an iconic double-decker bus. With our handy Oyster cards, we were able to roam all over the city with the ease of a swipe. Taking the Tube might have been one of my favorite memories of London- being with the people, all immersed in the London hustle and bustle. The visuals are also just stunning: the amount of people moving so quickly, the geometrics and colors at the different transfer points, the endless length of escalators, the list goes on. Okay, I am rambling about trains, but on a serious note, after traveling through a total of ten different cities in five separate countries, London wins the transportation award. I guess that happens when you are the world's oldest underground.
Cameron and I had a blast exploring the city, finding cool areas, and obviously eating some amazing food. Here are a few of my recommendations for places of interest and eating out...
If you want to educate yourself on some proper British history and culture, check out the Tate Britain and the Queen's House. We preferred the Tate Britain over the Tate Modern, but it was great to see both. Y'all know I had to get a little LFW fix in with the latter. The Queen's House was a little outside of the city, but the Tulip staircase is worth the commute. Cameron became a bit fixated on spiral staircases, so we made a point to hunt them out in each country.
As this was my second trip to London, I had already seen some of the major points of interest like Buckingham Palace. We decided to skip on the long tourist lines, but made a point to physically see each location. We were lucky to catch the changing of the guards which was an experience in itself. Although I'm a person that believes in hitting up some museums and tourist attractions along the way- doesn't that defeat the purpose of traveling if you don't?- It is true that sometimes just taking in the sheer magnitude of the architecture can suffice (i.e. Westminster Abbey, Buck Palace and Big Ben).
You must shop (or window shop) on Bond Street- a quick trip into Harrods doesn't hurt either! Don't forget to check out some amazing eclectic antiques on Portobello Road.
Street performers are super creeps that being said though, we became obsessed with one DJ STOP (also known as DJ Grandpa) who was performing in Trafalgar Square. If you are a Beatles fan as well, Abbey Road is a no-brainer. And no, I did not take an album photo across the road- yes, shocking. I did catch a really awesome sunset walking back to the Tube.
London, you're a gem. Cali, I'll see you in a few days.
Lately I find myself having a similar conversation with all of my friends. We’re talking about our jobs, events we’ve been attending, people we have in common. Then it comes. That phrase. It almost feels inevitable at this point. "She's just so...basic," I literally cringe a little as I hear the words exit my mouth. I know its wrong, but it feels oh so right. It's a vanilla insult, like a little needle almost-unnoticeably sinking it's way in. But what makes "basic" ok? Or even further, is it damaging to call someone "basic"? We live in a world plagued by girls attacking one another, whether its out of insecurity, jealousy, or male approval. I see right through this when we throw around words like "slut", "fat", "ugly", and "bitch"--but why not "basic"?
I think one of the main reasons why “basic” is so effective is that it is so relative. It really depends on who’s saying it, and who receives it. You may be feeling basic yourself in a t-shirt, jeans, and booties one day, but when you see a girl in Uggs leaving Starbucks you’re like “Praise elastic-waistbands, I’m soooo not basic.” Lately, I’ve even noticed people reclaiming their basicness by hashtagging #basic on pictures of brunch, their Tory Burch flats, Michael Kors watches, etc. Again, is it then wrong to call someone basic if they themselves inhabit this space? At this rate are we being insulting, or just stating the obvious?
I think the real issue here is that putting others down really says more about the person saying it than it does the person who is being insulted. It is so easy to hate on someone because you think they’re mainstream, and then use this as a way to prop up how much cooler you are than them. This basic (pun intended) 5-letter word really does hold a lot of power because of this, and yet it doesn’t hold the same vulgar sting of its predecessors. However, I think the sentiment is still the same. I’m too confident to admit I’m actively insecure about things, but I passively use other people’s lack of coolness to confirm how awesome I am. Fucked up, right? I know, but don’t tell me you’re not doing it too. It’s pretty safe to say that “basic” is becoming the most basic insult out there, but where do we go from here?
Photography by Chelsea Mandell