He tells me to jump in his Rolls Royce Phantom, dressed to kill from head to toe, we drove off to Rodeo. His hand on my thigh, he turns to me and says "Baby, whatever you want, it's yours." Saint Laurent, and Chanel daydreams became the ultimate reality. His big brown eyes follow me as I browsed through La Perla, trying things on exclusively for him. He holds me close as we walk from store to store, stopping occasionally to look me in the eyes and tell me he loves me. The designer shopping bags were getting hard to hold. The purple and orange sky took my breath away while we cruised down the PCH blasting Fleetwood Mac. My hand on his thigh, I realize just how lucky I am.
I was twenty six years old, with braids in my hair, and a New York attitude. I walked around this place like I owned the streets. Headphones in ears, I blasted The Cure, and Morrisey, pretending as though the music was my personal theme song. The streets of New York will always be home, no other city gives me this feeling of belonging. I wander the streets for hours upon hours, discovering little hidden gems, in little hidden side streets. There are times when I need to escape. The busy city life gets exhausting, but no matter where I go or how long I go for, I will always return.
shoes, Sigerson Morrison
Longing for him filled my heart with this sense of joy and excitement that I haven't felt for anybody before. Maybe it was the fact he was hundreds of miles away from me at all times, or perhaps the fact we had undeniable chemistry, although our bodies never touched. Love letters and telephone calls, photographs and video chats, I count the days until he arrives. 'Til I can feel his skin against mine, hand in hand, cheek to cheek.
He took me by the hand, and with his James Dean charm said, "The city is ours tonight" He tilted my chin with his right hand til my lips touched his, and with a wink and a smirk, he led the way into the sunset. He was a rebel without a cause in his leather jacket, and chelsea boots. He kept a cigarette behind his ear, he always said it was for later. As we walked down Soho, hand in hand, he spun me around, and grabbed me by the waist, we slow danced right there on the corner of Elizabeth and Spring. He looked me in the eye, and without speaking a single word, I knew exactly what he was thinking. We had this telepathic connection that I've had with nobody but him. We stayed out all night drinking, laughing, and exploring every nook and cranny of this City, until the sun rose. From dusk til dawn. Manhattan was ours, just for the night.
jacket, Thrifted Levi's
"I play music" he said to me, in a crowded bar somewhere down on Rivington, but it was no surprise. His messy jet black hair, tattered jeans, and tattooed skin just screamed musician. I had a knack for attracting these kinds of men, and it almost never turns out the way I planned it in my head. I sat there in awe of his facial structure, his furrowed brows made him look perpetually angry, but I was into that sort of thing. Gazing into his hazel eyes, I envisioned what it would be like to be with him. What it would feel like to fall in love, and break up, what the song written about me would sound like. I bet it would be acoustic. Taking a sip of my vodka and club, I shifted back to reality, the reality that this first date wouldn't turn into a second, that I wouldn't have that song written about me. We continued our conversation over our third drink of the evening. The undeniable chemistry had my stomach twisting in knots; feeling this much for somebody, knowing it would all be temporary.
The last few days of summer are upon us. As warm summer nights transform into chilly autumn mornings, the only thing on my mind was how badly I didn't want summer to end. Autumn is great and all, but nothing compares to bonfires on the beach, and impulsive cross country road trips to tame the indecisiveness within me. I was a majestic vagabond looking for a place to call home, and the open road was the only thing that sustained me. Looking up at the night sky, connecting constellations, and counting shooting stars that I wished on over and over again. As the days become shorter, and the first few leaves fall to the ground, I could only think about escaping again.
They say "Give a girl the right pair of shoes, and she can conquer the world", but what about jeans> I truly believe a woman, in a pair of perfectly fitted jeans, can truly rule the world. Denim is so versatile, you can dress it up for a date night with a sleek pair of heels, switch it up with a t-shirt and sneakers for a casual every day look, or even a pair of boots for brunch with the girls. High waisted, boyfriend, distressed, hip hugging, booty shaping, the possibilities are endless. A pair of good quality jeans that fit your shape perfectly will never go out of style, so don't be afraid to splurge! Finding that perfect pair may not be easy, but it will be worth it. When you slip them on, and feel that confidence running through your blood, you are unstoppable.
Today begins New York Fashion Week. Another hectic week with, every important fashion maven in town, from critics to fashionistas, running around Manhattan from show to show, to set the trends for Spring-Summer 2017. Fashion Week has always been my favorite time of year, although I haven't been to any shows, it is a time of inspiration. Seeing strangers showcasing their personal style has always inspired me to step out of the box, and not be afraid to take risks with my style.
Top, thrifted Metallica& Guns 'n' Roses Tee
Boots, Top Shop
Bag, Vintage Chanel
New York will always be my home, but I was falling madly in love with this city. The City of Angels. Something about New York was getting to me, it was the same old thing day in and day out. I felt like I was being buried alive, suffocating, that I had to claw my way out just to get some fresh air. Okay, maybe that was a little dramatic, but the lack of excitement in my day to day life was diving me clinically insane. Los Angeles was that new relationship, the one that gives you butterflies, the one you can't wait to explore. Being thousands of miles away home had me feeling so free, and lowered my inhibitions to the point I felt like I was reborn. I was a new Paulina, and as the warm sunny days, turned into cool breezy nights, the less I missed my home.
I never like to feel like a "tourist," especially as a New Yorker, I know the disdain we have for tourists. As a city known for always being on the go, tourists are constantly in our way, walking at ultra slow speeds to observe all of the NY commotion (and in case they need to stop and take a photograph in the middle of the sidewalk crowds). Since my hatred is embedded in my blood, I refuse all things "tourist," but since The Girls are total art lovers, we ended up at the LACMA. We mostly went for the Guillermo Del Toro exhibit "At Home With Monsters" exhibit which was fascinating, but of course I needed a photo in front of The Urban Light installation. It was ultimate tourist moment, having a full on photoshoot in front of the installation, but when creativity calls, you answer.
"On this very night, ten years ago, along this same stretch of road in a dense fog just like this. I saw the worst accident I ever seen. There was this sound, like a garbage truck dropped off the Empire State Building."
It's safe to say that being out on the open road felt more like home, than home did. Cruising through forests, to deserts, and around mountains, gave me a sense of freedom that living in a city doesn't give me. We drove through Joshua Tree National Park, Its captivating beauty surrounded us. The vast emptiness of the desert seemed to never end, speeding down the winding roads, we sang Bowie, and Stevie Nicks on the top of our lungs. Speeding down the winding roads, making our way to the 101, the blackness of the desert was soon lit by the urban lights of the City of Angels.
Palm Springs is HOT. The sweltering heat had us craving an ice cold pool, luckily our AirBnb had one right outside the front door. No pool day would be complete without instagrammable pool floats, of course. Thinking we could blow these bad boys up with just a foot pump, I ran to Walgreens to pick one up, which was a total waste of money. The foot pump barely put any air in the float, so a lightbulb went off in my head, to go to a gas station and use the air pump, duh! About $5 and an hour later, we finally had a fully blown pool float. Only problem was bringing it back to the condo.
I put the top down, and made due without seeing through the rear window for a few blocks, but unlike Los Angeles, theres almost no cars on the road in Palm Springs. The Flamingo was basically the same size as me. We struggled to carry it to the pool, but with much perseverance, we tossed it into the pool and dove right in. I've been waiting all summer long to wear my Bfyne uri swimsuit. Its a three piece strappy high waist bikini, with a mesh shirt to put over the bikini top. I'm obsessed with how versatile it is, take the mesh off you got a completely different bikini, or pair the top with jeans and heels for a night out. We smuggled a bottle of rose champagne into the pool area as "no glass bottles" was heavily highlighted and underlined on the pool rules list.
Drake and A$AP Rocky blasting from my laptop, we swam for hours 'til the cool desert breeze chilled the water droplets on our skin. It was time for us to pack up, and head to our next and final destination, Los Angeles.
Driving down twisting, winding roads, up and around mountains. Exhausted from keeping my eyes on the road, we finally made it to Sedona, AZ. The red sandstone formations were unlike anything I've ever seen before, they didn't even seem real. We spent the night at the Sky Ranch Lodge, in a charming little cabin overlooking the Red Rocks.
In town, I noticed a quaint little shop called The Center for the New Age (which of course I just HAD to check out. It was filled with brilliant crystals, books on everything from energy vortexes (which apparently, are a common thing in Sedona) to feng shui, to spiritual sex. I noticed a sign that said they do Aura Photos. I know they do aura photos down in Chinatown, but they informed me most places use a heat based camera, where as they use a biofeedback imaging camera (aka its more legit) I needed my aura read, and I needed it now.
Jamie Rota is an aura expert, who appeared on the Bachelorette and Good Morning America, and I had the privilege of getting my aura read by her. I took a seat and placed my hands on the biosensors and in just a few seconds, a polaroid-like photo came out and started to develop.
Jamie let out a big "Wow" which made me nervous, hoping my aura wasn't black, or that I was going to die anytime soon. Instead, my aura was bright red and gold, with three white orb-like dots above me. Spiritually, the red means that I'm a hands on healer, basically if I ever wanted to practice Reiki, I would be really good. Practically, the red means I'm a creative person with a lot of passion, that I'm a hands on being that NEEDS to create. She then mentioned that I should start blogging, which really freaked me out since I've been wanting to create this blog for a while now.
She basically reassured me that I am on the right track. The Gold part of my aura says I have a dynamic energy with lots of charisma, that people are just drawn to me. The three white orbs above my head are spirits, or guardian angels. (Jamie told me they're totally random, not anyone I knew) These spirits are watching over me, protecting me from anything major happening. She also mentioned that they may have a message for me, that if I wanted to be open to channeling them I can.
I was in shock how accurate my reading was, and I suggest everyone gets a legit aura reading. It's always good to tap into your spiritual side every once in a while. I wish we spent another night in Sedona, but it was time to pack our bags and head on to our next city on this trip, Palm Springs, California.
On August 17th, I set out on the open road, well, not quite. We flew into Albuquerque, New Mexico, rented a fly-ass car and started our journey to Los Angeles, California. We didn't stay in Albuquerque long, we drove over to Walter White's house but the homeowners were sitting outside. Embarrassed, we took a quick drive by video and started our ride to our first stop on this trip: Petrified Forest National Park, Arizona. We drove down Route 66 with the top down, our hair billowing in the wind, not a human in sight for miles; we felt free.
I'll be honest, I was never a beach person until this summer. Partly because I hated tanning, but mostly because I couldn't find a proper swimsuit. I'm incredibly picky when it comes to most things, and swimsuits are pretty high on that list. I love to wear pieces that are unique, bold, and daring, something your average Joe wouldn't be sporting at the beach. (the Leo in me loves to make an entrance) This God Save Queens swimsuit is anything but ordinary. Paired with a floral kimono, this is one hot beach look that will surely turn heads the moment you step onto the sand.
We've all seen that viral meme of a before and after makeup look, with the caption "This is why I have trust issues" or "This is why you gotta take her swimming on the first date" So hilarious, cracks me up every time, but you played yourself honey. Really. Good makeup doesn't come off that easily.
Case in point:
Years of doing bridal makeup has taught me how to keep that makeup looking fresh all day long. If anyone needs long lasting makeup, it's certainly a bride. The typical bride starts prepping hair and makeup anywhere around 7am-10am (depending on the size of their bridal party and what time the photographer shows up) Church is usually mid afternoon, with photos taken before, and after (and you know how teary weddings get) Then you have the reception, which of course more photos are taken, a ton of dancing (can you say sweaty!) and most likely some more crying. Sounds tough to keep it on all day right? Wrong! All you need are these next few tips and tricks.
1. Primer: A good primer (both skin and eyeshadow) Priming your skin before foundation fills fine lines and smoothes your skin. My favorite is Make Up For Ever Step 1 My oily skin needs the Mattfying Primer, but they have a bunch of different formulas for different skin types. Priming your eyelids really keeps your shadow on all day by giving the powder something to adhere to. My favorite is Urban Decay Primer Potion I prefer Eden for its nude matte finish since i have dark and oily eyelids, but the Original works just as amazing and keeps your shadow on all day.
2. Foundation: Professionally, I use Temptu Airbrush Foundation, which is silicone based and water-resistant. The silicone based formula is designed to resist hours of of heat and sweat. The silicone allows sweat and oil to pass through without removing the makeup off your face. I swear by airbrush makeup.
3. Eyeliner: Gel based eyeliners are usually waterproof. I love MAC Fluidline, and swear by it. Long lasting and highly pigmented; a tiny amount goes a long way.
4. Blush: Formula is key here, gel or cream based blushes last longer than powder. Make Up For Ever HD Blush and NARS "The Multiples" are my faves here.
5. Mascara: A waterproof mascara is the obvious winner here. Although, I have cried once or twice in Too Faced Better than False Lashes and it really didn't go anywhere.
6. Eyebrows: Anastasia Beverly Hills Dipbrow is yes, you guessed it, WATERPROOF. It will have your eyebrows looking fleeky all day long.
7. Lipstick: Anything with a Matte finish will last much longer than anything glossy. I LOVE the liquid lipstick trend because those babies do not go anywhere. Limecrime Velvetines are bomb, but if you're looking for something more affordable Colorpop Cosmetics Ultra-Matte Lip are just as amazing. If you're looking for just lip liner, Make Up For Ever Aqua Lip is my favorite.
8. The Finishers: What really helps set everything in, are powders and setting spray. Laura Mercier Translucent Powder and Make Up For Ever Mist & Fix are staples. I don't always use setting spray, I wouldn't say use it every single day, but it definitely helps if you're going to an all day event.
Honey, it's okay to cry your eyes out, whether you're getting married or getting your heart broken, because these little tips will have you looking babelicious all day, even if that fuck-boy wants to take you swimming. You will SLAY all day.