Feel deeply. Enjoy simply. Think freely. Love fully.

Hello SXSW!

Hello SXSW!

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RIP Kurt. Wish we could have heard more from you.

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Bahah! Love the pants.
hipster-animals:

self-elected arbiter of musical taste

Bahah! Love the pants.

hipster-animals:

self-elected arbiter of musical taste

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What UP New York City??

What UP New York City??

Should have gone to this show. She’s going to be huge.
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Singer Lana Del Rey at the Bowery BallroomVisit Vogue.com for more from her New York performance.

Should have gone to this show. She’s going to be huge.

vogue:

Singer Lana Del Rey at the Bowery Ballroom

Visit Vogue.com for more from her New York performance.

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I might be a week or so behind on this, but can’t help but love how convincing Florence + The Machine are covering Drake & Rihanna’s “Take Care.”

Style perfection. I need red nails again. It’s been too long.

Style perfection. I need red nails again. It’s been too long.

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Leo as Gatsby. Yowza!
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Jay Gatsby.

My mind is so confused.

Leo as Gatsby. Yowza!

bbook:

howtotalktogirlsatparties:

Jay Gatsby.

My mind is so confused.

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They say smell is the strongest sense tied to memory. I’d argue audible association with music is a close second.

My neighbors were blasting “Kids” by MGMT…hello most of 2008! I can’t even tell you how many times I danced to this song with Kate Mendenhall when she first moved to New York. I also had this as my cell phone ring for probably a full year. To this day, it’s still hard for me to hear the hook and not check my phone.

Next up was “Little Secrets” by Passion Pit. Takes me right back to the Cougar Club boozy brunch of April 2009 when I may or may not have yelled at an entire bus of tourists, “Do you wanna know what it’s REALLY like to live in New York!?!” Someone had the brilliance to bring portable speakers out with us and we blasted “Little Secrets” on the streets of the West Village on our way to Morandi for Prickly Pear Margaritas.

Oh, and Coldplay’s “Clocks?” Yeah…that would be senior year of high school…let’s say March 2003. Driving around on a Saturday night, post-high school party, relishing the fleeting time we had together before we went our separate ways. 

Memories…all alone in the moonlight…