5 Things I Learned From Living in NYC
As a handful of you might know, I spent a very interesting (and not necessarily productive) summer in New York City.
As a handful of you might know, I spent a very interesting (and not necessarily productive) summer in New York City.
So, I had an epiphany. If you read my last post, you’ll know that I struggle with my identity, passions, etc.
There’s a weird sense of irony that New York possesses. I’ve always dreamed of living here; it always seemed that the grass (or concrete, rather) was so much better up here.
A lookbook inspired by Solace London P.S. it was very rainy and my pants got wet.
My story is neither funny nor cute.
With the growth of athletic-wear (aka our obsession with wearing leggings, yoga pants, sneakers, etc. to literally every location and occasion ever)
Valentine’s Day may be over, but love never dies. And self-love is the best kind of love, is it not? So, in the midst of of insecurities, pressures, stretch marks, chub-rub, rolls, and lumps- embrace yourself, and while you’re at it, eat some pizza.
Update: I finally found a colored wall. Embrace Your Misfit Soul, xoxo Julia B.
Funny story: The other day, my bearded dude and I took some AWESOME photos at an abandoned graffiti park that a plethora of SCAD students use for photos.