WISH I COULD GO TO FAUX REHAB OR SOMETHING. whatevz. loadz of pics of my effing amaze lifestyle.

WISH I COULD GO TO FAUX-REHAB OR SOMETHING. whatevz. loadz of pics of my effing amaze life and bohemian lifestyle.  

bonjour blog......

i've been feeling mega drained.  A few weeks ago I  was overworked and all of a sudden im not and instead I'm over socialized!!! the city has been hectic as eff again and while its mega fun... I can feel a bit of burn out coming on. I'm gonna need to have a fauxbriety moment. Summer in new york city can do that to a girl. I wish i could jet off to a little detox med spa vibe, but i spent all my money on drinks and party dresses. so i need to dry out chez moi. 

There's been a lot of drama that i cant really blog about. All i'll say is the world is very small, people are assholes, and i'm tired as eff. I get sort of lost in le sauce of other peepz energy.  This time last summer I had a bit of a nervy-b ... so im happy that at i haven't had any maj. episodes or huge outbursts this year (yet, famous last words!)- but im sort of on le brink of being "that wasted bitch" at a few too many parties lately. I don't mind being that bitch every once in a while-  but too many peepz keep offering me free drinks and drugs! 

-Example- i've been to new jersey three fucking times in July for photoshoots. and one of those times my wallet disappeared somewhere between a themed "couples hotel", a wawa, and my front door. Still- i managed to finagle my way into a club and get blackout drunk while surrounded by judge-y scenester try hards, wannabes,  exes, ex friends, rando LA peepz,  and some partigoers i actually like! Its a haze but i do remember burning the bouncer with a cigarette (accident!), jumping on my friends back for a Coachella moment in le crowd, and terrorizing everyone i came in contact with. While that might sound fun-messy, I can assure you that I didn't pull it off with any charm whatsoever. Nights like this are what i'd call a meg flag... things are getting a touch too sloppy. maybe even a lot too sloppy...

The solution must be to have a little reclusive moment. I do love holing away a bit. It fosters style reinvention and a mysterious vibe. At least that's what I tell moi-self. Meg Hack:Don't feel like a loser for staying in- decide that you're mysterious as fuck. Last summer, post breakdown, when I hid away I read books and went to therapy and went on a bit of an extreme diet. This time around Im not touching a mf book- that's for sure. I will be smoking loads of cigarettes, eating bread, and acting like a pseudo beatnik. 

All le partying makes moi feel like everyone hates moi and I'm painfully embarrassing. And that might be true and its fine by moi because i hate almost everyone and (as i've said on le portal many times) embarrassing yourself is like, le spice of effing life. I just need to calm down and get my confidence up a little bit. For moi- alone time and independence is key to that. except for my boyfriend -i am obsessed with him at all times because he is so cute and i always want to be with him. Despite the return of New York City chaos, I'm gonna attempt to scale back a bit on le social life. 

So i guess i'll keep you lovely readerz updated on how my lofty anti social plan goes.... feel free to place your bets on how well ill pull back in le comments. I'm not the most will powered girl....

... in le meantime, I took loads and loads of pictures of my busy mf life the past week and a half. below is a glimpse of what i got up to (trigger warning- tons of booze). Oh!  and there's a mini haul. 

1. went to dinner in sparkles and once again ate mass amounts of pate and bread and martinis. 

2, hung out with my very stylish friends. 

3. tried on my very stylish friend's designs. and ann d shoez. 

4. got more fashion girl interior design inspo. Tahar literally dumped her entire wardrobe onto her desk/ dining table. She smokes loads of rolled cigs (euro style) inside and had half eaten penne vodka in the sink. mega chicness! Screams fashion abode. TIP- even if you don't sew- i really recommend getting a machine, it makes for great décor, even just collecting dust. 

5. took a bath in someone's kitchen. 

6. stuck a gun in my mouth. 

7. took more picz with le gun. looking back, this may have been a real gun . can anyone tell from the picz? 

 7. gazed at my boyfriend, who i've nicknamed KISS here on le portal (for Kiss's privacy). 

6.  went to le Chelsea flea market. I've misplaced my wallet so I stuck to a strict budget and only bought one bracelet. Its a sequin, gold flower. Picz later. 

7. visited my vintage seller/ friend Paula's self described "grey gardens esq" place on le Upper East Side with my other friend Perla, who also sells vintage (in the Lower East Side). 

 (Paula sells VINTAGE. to the most fashionable girls in nyc. i highly suggest reaching out and making an appointment. If you let her know what brands your into, she'll put a fabulous rack together. her collection is like nothing i've seen before.... )

8.  I modelled some of Paula's designs. 

(dont i look cuuute)

Above is Perla in a Paula dress and Paula hobo bag. I told Paula she absolutely must make more of them ....... they're beyond. we all need them STAT. 

(us again in VINTAGE.)

( the above is Norma effing Kamali.... )

9. After hours of  playing dressup, we plopped down on le floors with our giant bags of goodies and flipped through magazines. Paula has the best stories and seems to have kissed or knows someone who's kissed every legendary hipster dude. 

10. Then we Ooh and Ah'd at Paula's stuff some more. this potato sack dress is the chicest thing ever. Def a must have for fall! 

11. Strolled through Central Park on our way downtown (post shopping extravaganza).

12. TRIED ON MY SWAG FROM PAULA'S. (i got like 5 slip dresses, old la perla bras, rompers)

13. TRIED ON SWAG FROM PAULA'S. (i grabbed like 3 silk tops and dresses made by her) 

14. TRIED ON SWAG FROM PAULA'S. (this is a counterfeit Chloe dress. counterfeit rtw is mega cool. cooler than an accessory)

15. I EVEN GOT EFFING ACNE PANTS! SKINNY JEAN HEAVEN. Perf for a blogger basic fall. Like I wanna dress like im on an ANTM go-see challenge. 

16. nabbed this cute little top and bloggertastic leather moto. I got tonzzzz more like a trashbag full of clothes basically. More haul pics next week. Seriously i cant recommend Paula 's shop enough. It'll transform you. i left with a new mf wardrobe!!!!!!!!!!

17. Had a tumblr moment in le east village. This top was, you guessed it- purchased from Paula. 

18. was chic. 

19. was chic. 

20. WAS.

22. CHIC. 

23. I WAS EFFING CHIC. 

25. THE NEXT DAY I WENT TO A PUNK SHOW. 

26. I HUNG OUT WITH MY FRIENDS AT THE PUNK SHOW. 

27. THE PUNK SHOW WAS KINDA ANNOYING. like peepz kept lighting fireworks directly at le crowd literally every minute and a half so it was quite stressful. and its not like im getting in a moshpit in effing ballet flats. at one point a singer of a band was like "what do you all wanna just sit in the audience in the back and look cool like its a fucking fashion show???!!!: i was like "YES!!!!!!!!!". exactly. thats pretty much all i ever want to do.

28. Ran into friends at le punk show, thank god.

29. GOT EXTREMELY WASTED AT LE PUNK SHOW.  my nerves were shot from le fireworks flying towards my face and i was pretty bored. so i ditched my 40oz of budwiser and started chugging vodka. then i may or may not have ingested molly and blowcain. 

30. ran into more friendz at le punk show. I really really really love the outfits on the left. this is how i would like my boyfriend and i to dress sometimes. Flower Crown et Black Flag tshirt. obviously, i've never listened to black flag in my life. 

31. took le party back to my place because once im lit, im effing litttttttttttt. im a wind up toy! i love this flapper dress. 

32. Updated my blogger décor and bangle collection. I dont see the point in wearing bangles unless theyre like covering your arms completely and clanging together making lots of noise. The sound that your outfit makes is v important. 

33. Note the bolo-tie as curtain rope. I think bolo ties are absolutely in for housewares. Possibly cute for fall but you really need to know how to style it. More on that in an upcoming blog. 

34. I  also made this CLUTCH BAG. I know, I know - no crafty clothing. It was fun to make but you certainly wont see me starting a fugly handbag line. I do think if you're going to be ... diy-ing- its best to use old fast fashion items and stuff- not twine, rope, pearls, moss, natural dyed anything, etc. Lets keep our accessories synthetic, peepz.

35. LOOKED at tiny perfume bottlez chez Perla. More fashion girl decor ! 

36. OKAY I JUST DID LE MATH AND I'VE HAD AT AROUND 17 MARTINIS in the 2 last weeks. Thats not that bad but then add on an abundance of vodka sodas, beers, and straight vodkas. At least its low cal. AND Martinis are economical. They're not much more money than a reg mixed drink but its all alcohol. So if you can slip slow- its better bang pour your buck! Any before you ask- I get them extra dirty. Gins okay but vodka is my fave. 

37. Ate oysters and vodka and salad in SoHo. I'm really loving SoHo these dayz. its just so blogger. During lockdown it was a terror: ghost town empty, every window boarded up, retail apocalypse. I loved it. But lately its become delightfully energized again... the annoying cobblestone streets are full of fashion victims and tourists and ghosts of Vfiles past. This evening, we were supposed to go to Balthazar. Balthazar is cliché as hell but also hilarious and gorg and delicious. But, some friend drama unfolded due to our shit communication skillz and I ended up alone at le table, switching tables twice, and then just having to leave and meet peepz at a dif restaurant around le corner. i prob will never get a table there again, but its for le best - I really can't afford massive seafood towers and 40 dollar entrées, just for a petite chance at seeing an Olsen. If i do- i have to eat oatmeal and smoke only 6 cigs a day for le following week. 

38. LOOKED HOT post soho dinner. The counterfeit Chloe was really working. I do need to hem it- my hairband tie (which i think is mega middle school swag) slips off the silky fabric.

39. LOOKED HOT!x2 

40. WAITED OUSTIDE LE SEX SHOPPE. Word on le street is that le pink pussy cat has some sort of amazeballz female Viagra. So we stomped over to the west village to pick some up after our meal. I wasn't interested in trying it on a night out ..but my girlfriend Ailene was making her second purchase in 24 hourz- she was hooked! I ultimately did end up trying it, though. Whilst helping another friend pee on le street, I took a swig of her drink. She informed me that it was laced with the lady Viagra! Not my first time roofie-ing moiself, thatz fo sho. My drunkenness' ultimately overpowered it, but i can report that there were no negative side effects! 

41. PILED INTO LE CAR. nothing more glam ! 

42. Arrived chez Miss I's. Check her gorgeous beauty tray. This bitch has le best products but focus on le amaze décor tip. Fashion bitch  abode once again!!! Ideally, a bathroom looks like the beauty floor of a department store. Full of glossy products and shiny surfaces. 

43. WITNESSED CHICNESS. Miss I always brings it. Feat some gorg gayz.

44. BLACKED OUT IN MY COUNTERFEIT CHLOE DRESS! 

45. TOOK A HUNGOVER PIC AVEC KISS. Kiss almost looks shorter than moi! Don't fret- Kiss is actually like 6'7 and im 5'5.

46. WENT ON A SKINNY JEANZ MISSION! My friend had a GENIUS idea. We went to all the classic skinny jeans stores : KSUBI, ACNE, APC, AG, NUDIE, FRAME, ETC. An excellent way to spend a day in SoHo. We found his perfect fits, sizes, and washes and now he's going to buy them for cheap on poshmark! You've got to do this for fall!!!!!!! If I see any of you in wide legged denim next season:  I. will. die. And then roll over in my grave, wearing metallic leather coated skinnies. 

47.  ACNE was le best- the crotch isn't all droopy. Men's skinny jeans should look like women's skinny jeans: compact, tight, no extra fabric aside from maybe the ankles and a bit in the thigh. 

48. DRESSED LIKE A BEATNIK. I've intentionally not done any Beatnik research, as this is about fashion, fantasy, and vibezzzzzzzzz. Not specifics. Itz more important to dress like someone dressing like a beatnik than to actually accurately dress like a beatnik. The hat is from the brooklyn vintage store Stella Dallas- sort of inspired by like Dash Snow type hats. The bandeaux is thrifted H&M (that DIVIDED brand), the bodysuit is from Knickerbocker avenue, the tights are CVS, and the leather jacket is from effing L Train Vintage bitchez. 20 bucks! Plus its pleather so I can wear it in le rain. 

49. WORE MY LOAFERZ FINALLY. Wearing these is like wearing nerdy swag eye glasses or actually using a record player. they're also old h&m from le thrift. 

50. MORE MARTINIS AT LE SAME CAFE AS ALWAYS. And whatevz this cheese pocket thing is. A 16 dollar hot pocket is so major. If I had a restaurant, all I'd serve would be like American cheese melted onto various breads, bread baskets/butter, cigarettes, pickles, pate, soup of le day,  diet coke, black coffee with splenda, pomme frites, cheap seafood, baked potato wrapped in foil, hershey kisses, vodka by the bottle, and new york city tap water. And maybe some edible gold. 

51. GOT SHWASTED. 

52. MET A PIRATE. I've been meeting loads of sailors lately! Thiz "Captain" is mega swag and he's hosting some burlesque show on pier 36 on the 6th so i recommend that every attends, i def will be. 

53. GOT MORE SHWASTED. 

54. FINAGLED MY WAY INTO THAT CLUB WITH NO ID. Burned le bouncer blablabla. My lovely friend bought me a drink but i was already so blacked out I could barely recognize him. Great outfit. Was to drunk to really enjoy the Club Eat set but im sure it was amaze. Somehow I made it home and got up at 8am the next day to pick a friend up from a petite lil surgery on le west side and walk him to the MOMA. Walking 40 blocks really is an epic hangover cure! 

.... and that was only le half of it peepz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Right so now Im "drying out" ... I already stayed in this Friday might! Off to a swag start. I cant take any more hang-over-induced self loathing. I don't really have any hobbies besides shopping and blogging... But now that i've blown off steam and socially exhausted moi-self, I can really focus on le shopping and le blogging. Martinis and parties are fab... but getting hotter and better dressed is where its at... If anyone has any cheap pseudo spa treatment activities in NYC to recommend- pleasssssssssse let moi know. Also I think I need a hair trim. Not to take length off of it-  just need some layers. Please send moi hair inspiration picz. No bangz, no mulletz, just hot, edgy-basic long hair. Im a fashion blogger, not a Cafe Forgot shop girl. But  I do need suggestions as I tend to pick references from fashion show runwayz and lets be honest- i just want to look like Lindsay Wixon - and a haircut isn't going to do that. So send cuts on bitchez that aren't unrealistically hotter than moi. 

I hope this blog wasn't too scattered and sloppy for you readerz. Sometimes I kill it on format- and sometimes my life is to chaotic and busy to be organized. Real recognize real, so im sure you all understand. 

Till Next Bloggg........

xxx

Namaste

ta ta! 

PS- MERCI FOR READING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1