Monday, August 18, 2014

On the horizon

Madewell pouch, vintage Levi's shorts, self-customized top, photo by Anni Jurgenson of Style Hurricane 

       Here I am, mid-August, having not set foot on a stateside beach all summer. Don't get me wrong, the Mediterranean Sea was unbelievably beautiful with its translucent waves and Middle Eastern sun in the distance. Yet, I'm longing for the Atlantic coast. I miss the angry tide with seashells knocking against my shins, the grainy sand wedged in every crevice of my swimsuit, the slick water on my skin as I sprint from the shore to my towel. I want the the cheery jingle of the ice-cream truck and the shrill of seagulls ringing in my ears. And at night, I want to collapse into anchor-printed sheets and feel a buoyant sensation wash over my whole body. 
       The last few months flew by between interning at Time Out and the art gallery, plus commuting each day from home (a real journey, let me tell you). I did master the art of subway surfing, and I found this shoreline-printed pouch as a nod to the beach vacation that never was. Welp, there's always next summer... 

Sunday, July 20, 2014


My custom perfume oil, purchased at Soapology on 8th Ave at West 13th St.

       I'm a perfume person. My mind creates little stories with scent, matching aromas to distinct memories. Chloé Eau de Parfum, for example, conjures scenes of winter mornings, when I'd put a few spritzes on my scarf and bury my nose inside on the way to school. The smell that Suave creatively titled "Ocean Breeze" takes me back to Long Beach Island, when I'd slather off sand and salt with aqua-colored body wash from the local drugstore. Ever since my first bottle of perfumeRalph Rocks by Ralph Lauren, my go-to in middle schoolI've been hooked on finding a signature scent. I love the idea of leaving a fragrance footprint of sorts; something that people can identify me with. I imagined something more personal than a brand name perfume... the idea is to smell like me, not like Beyoncé or Marc Jacobs. Enter Soapology. I stumbled upon their storefront on a West Village stroll yesterday and was immediately smitten with the organic potions, apothecary-style packaging, and vintage décor. I was a kid in a candy store at the aromatic oil bar, where I sniffed dozens of natural plant oils before selecting a blend of black coconut, vanilla, and fig. The resulting scent strikes a balance between fruity and nutty, with a subtle undertone of spice. Mmmmm. Divine.

Friday, June 13, 2014

Israel Photo Diary

May 21st - June 2nd, 2014 

       I've been back from Israel from over a week, but my head is still reeling with dreamy memories of the middle east. Where else in the world can you see miles of empty deserts, lush farms, craggy mountains and cerulean seas all in the same day? Israel's dramatic landscapes make for an otherworldly experience, especially considering the spiritual ambiance in old cities like Tzvat and Jerusalem. I'm still in the process of recording all my experiences in a travel journal, noting all the ways that my outlook has changed since sleeping in the bedouin tents and swimming out to a rock in the middle of the mediterranean sea. 
       The Israeli culture is one I really resonated with. I loved strolling through the Souk (translation: market) on Friday afternoon and watching the locals bargain for fresh fruits and vegetables; it was such a lively, un-supermarket scene. On the topic of food, I was in heaven at any meal that included roasted zucchini, sweet potatoes, mushrooms, and the most delicious hummus in the world. I also got to taste dates and figs from their native land, and let me tell you, it was a divine experience. 
       My biggest fashion find in Israel: Blundstones. If rugged hiking shoes and chelsea ankle boots had a baby, it would be these. When not in uniform, the Israeli soldiers on my trip paired them with camp socks and denim cutoffs for a woodsy take on military dressing. I was so inspired that I bought a pair for myself in an army store on Ben Yedhuda street, so I'll have a little piece of Israel with me when I'm trudging through the snow next winter. 
       As for now, I'm back on the city grind for my summer internships. But it's not all work and no play; I have a list of concerts to go to and friends to visit. And when pounding the pavement gets rough, I'll have endless golden memories of Eretz Yisrael to look back on. 

Sunday, May 18, 2014


       Shalom! I'm just days away from my first ever trip to Israel. I can't seem to focus on packing, as daydreams of middle eastern architecture, infinite deserts, and sparking seas fill my head. I have a few essentials already picked out, like a crocheted canteen from Free People, my trusty Kanken backpack, and a pair of mandatory Tevas sandals (thanks, Muiccia Prada, for turning river rafting footwear into a fashion trend). The Western Wall in Jerusalem requires a conservative ensemble to hide knees and shoulders; the perfect opportunity to don a maxi dress and printed scarf. I'm hoping to hunt for stacks of beaded bracelets as souvenirs, and I've forever wanted to slather my skin in mud straight from the Dead Sea. Other items to check off my bucket list: cruising on a Camel and watching the sunrise on Masada. I can already taste the hummus! So in honor of all things Israel, behold some inspiration photos that celebrate the Jewish homeland, from turbans and harem pants to Israeli model Michaela Bercu.