Denim + The Right Tee
/|Still In The City|
Rodarte Tee, Redone Shorts, Zara Boots
Was planning on heading home to the ocean for the last rays of summer this Labor Day weekend, but NYC didn't wanna let me go. Lately Ive Been having a "staycation."
Crystals & Psychic Vampires
/The Style
The Style: Isabel Marant pants, Allsaints sweater, Icons leather, Miu Miu round sunnies, Converse.
Quarts for purity of energy, I love the idea of carrying something with you all day throughout our journey in the city that reminds us to stay calm and react with purity and genuine kindness.
Tarot Kit Via CatBird
♥ Intelligence ♥ Mental stability ♥ Logic ♥ Creativity ♥ Psychic development ♥ Memory ♥ Practicality ♥ Optimism ♥ Channeling abilities ♥ Learning and Perception
"Love and creativity have the power to transform your life at this time. Don't waste this opportunity."
Peace & L♥ve
The Air
In the corner was a vial marked Lucid Dreaming serum, and a woman manned the register with her neck covered in layers of wooden necklaces and stone pendant’s. I asked her where she had gotten her crystals, and she responded promptly asking me if I had issues with physic vampires. It was almost scripted how quickly my mother and I exchanged glances; this person could possibly be crazy glance, before I proceeded to ask her what a psychic vampire was.
Psychic Vampire: anyone who sucks your energy from you in a seemingly negative way.
It was a constant topic in my life how I feel like the people closest to me here in the city have been sucking energy, unlike the mutual exchange of positive energy I define friendship as and have been so desperately looking for. Mercury was in retrograde for about an hour more I remember noting as this movie scene began to unwind. The woman began to give me advice on my boyfriend, saying that I should “never piss him off because he was an earth snake, and something to note is he will never forget my wrongs.” She could “tell that my energy was off,” and that I needed a Pyrite stone to hold in my “left pocket,” where we receive energy, and proceeded to walk me across the street to a joint flower /crystal store. As she touched the crystals she would roll her eyes back in her head, asking us to touch her “pulsing,” fingers filled with the energy the stones had given her. She grabbed my moms hand and said“no offense, but you need a doctor lady,” and walked straight out of the store. That was the last we saw of the crystal woman. It was funny because my mom technically is a, “doctor lady,” having worked in health care for the last 25 years, maybe she miss read? This was one of those New York experiences that was so odd, so fast, and so intense, that it was hard to deny there was something weird and special.
-What I took from the whole ordeal is everything is good in moderation. I want to open my consciousness to positive energy, and be more aware of people’s auras. I will never turn into a crazy crystal woman, but there is something to be said for those who can be aware, kind, and positive about what they put out.
Karma Energy Love
When I went off to College at 16, I would come home on breaks, and my mom would pull out her Tarot deck and without fail amaze my friends and me. We were always in search of answers and clarity that dorm life inevitably causes, and the cards always gave us the perspective we needed to head back to the Berkshires feeling refreshed. At the time I was dating someone who now is a drag queen, (all my College friends talked about was how gay my boyfriend was hahah) so clarity was truly needed at the time. But all joking aside, I so admired how my mom would pull out her cards, so old and worn, so many hands having pulled from the deck, she truly was super cool in those moments. I think at my age this is the time to really decide who you want to be. I want to be more in touch with my energy and what I put back into the universe. Tarot for me growing up was like therapy, it was a chance to step back and think about what I was currently experiencing, and see it through a different lens, it was like a special opportunity for growth just for me. With all the new changes, I thought it was time to get my own deck.
Summer Bummer
/Labor Day Weekend
-I said goodbye to this summer in New England, covered in ice cream, and rocking my obsession of the moment; the turban. This Labor Day was a culmination of letting go of the warm air and sandy beaches, and accepting the pending fall season in the big city. I arrived this am, ready and excited for the start of NYFWSS15, and even more ready to show you all this years amazing looks!
Theres Something Bout Cali
/-Thursday July 31st, 2014
A Taste of Vacation
OUT DAMN SPOT; Girl Talk
/-Weds July 16th, 2014
To Tell or Not to Tell, That is the Question.
The Red Spot
I live in the West Village or Chelsea, I honestly have no idea what it truly is, as it’s NYC and everybody has opinions about neighborhoods. I have admitted on multiple occasions that I have a shopping problem, so when I have 0 extra money to spend on clothes that I don’t need, I go and visit them, touch them, try them, smell them, you get the point. So today on my psychopathic shopping ritual, (Kerrin is sick too, its not just me, I was not alone,) we spotted a woman approaching us in the most beautiful long linen white maxi dress, and Bottaga tote. We gave her the mutual fashion girls “yes, thank you for understanding style,” look and kept it moving. As I looked back, I spotted a spot, a red spot, a period spot ladies, on the dress, so now came the issue, to tell or not to tell. First thought it get a galmponnnn gurrrllll, (for those of you who are not familiar with Glampons, they are a luxury line of gold and diamond tampons my gay husbands and I will be producing, stay tuned. Jk, or am I?) second is ew. Kerrin and I debated in the street for about 2 minutes, decided the best way to approach the situation. I decided we had to tell her, so the two of us walked up and it went something like this; me: “hi I really hope this doesn’t offend you, but you have a stainnnnnnnnnnnn, a stain on you’re dress.” She was so grateful that we told her, as awkward as the conversation was, so the point is, we must have each other’s backs. If you ever see me anywhere, with a SPOT, please tell me, it’s a lady must. (In the meantime, GLAMPONS get ready to glam up your tampon coming soon to a Barneys near you.. #LOL)
The Tunes ^
On Another Note I Will Let This PERSON remain anonymous
xxx Claire
-Model Diary-
/-Weds April 7th, 2014
Hey guys,
I'm starting the Model Diary to give you all an inside look into how I feel balancing jobs in front of the camera on the modeling side, to my work as an editor and creative consultant. The balance between running things and having no say whatsoever, and my love hate relationship with the industry #honest
I don’t feel at this point in my life that I’m a newbie, or unfamiliar with the industry and what to expect when modeling, so its funny that after so long I still get butterflies before going abroad. I think to say that I have conflicting opinions is an understatement, in trying to describe the internal emotional discord I’m currently experiencing in preparation for my upcoming London adventure.
This is not my first time traveling to the U.K. to model. Looking back, it was when I first started to feel comfortable living in NYC, and was suddenly uprooted with this amazing opportunity to travel abroad, and to do, at that time, what I wanted to focus on; modeling. Since my first trip almost everything has changed in my life, my goals have shifted, and other amazing avenues for self expression in the fashion industry have opened that I never even knew I was interested in.
My UK Roomies & I in the Lenis models apartment
Every models reality = Skype with friends when you are far
Being in front of the camera for the longest was where I was most comfortable, I never really imagined fashion without being the model. When I got the opportunity to work first just covering shows, ( first with a fashion editor friend), and now producing my own web series of beauty videos with an amazing team as the beauty editor at The Wild Magazine, as well as developing Air Creative (my creative consulting agency), a lot of my mental walls have fallen in terms of where I see myself within fashion. I like being in control, I like using my mind, and creating with amazing minds I have come to meet along the way, but I do have this love/hate relationship with modeling. I miss being the model sometimes, seeing and waiting for tear-sheets, looking at the images with the photographers after the shoot, so London will be fun for that aspect. However, we all know the darker side of what goes on behind the scenes, things like racism, weight discrimination, overall inhumane treatment of models, and very littler accountability or transparency for it. I know myself, I know what I look like, and what my market is. I’m passed the point of sleaze bags saying “ I can make you famous,” and actually thinking if it’s true. Modeling for me is a source of income, and a hearty one at that. I don’t expect myself to be the next face of Prada, and more importantly I don't want to be; I’m completely content shooting for brands like Asos, Puma, and Converse. Modeling is a job,it is not what defines me or says even anything about who I am as a person. I guess in thinking about all of this, I'm more worried that my emotional structure around my intellect, work ethic, moral compass, and how others respect me, that I have build up so strongly, will be compromised with my entry back behind the camera…? The negative stigma created around modeling and what is takes to recover from being treated like an object, to holding other jobs that are more academically motivated, is a real problem. I'm a strong believer in the girl that can do it all, and i plan on doing the best I can to stay dedicated to a moral compass that I feel I have learned working places other than in front of the camera.
Xxx Claire