haven’t done one of these in a while. here’s what I wore to Orly’s birthday dinner on thursday.

one year ago tonight, i walked into a restaurant on Bowery and saw a tall australian guy sitting at the bar, and my life hasn’t been the same since.

2012: what i wore.

part II.

the best two weeks. snapshots, part I.

hello tumblr. yes i’m alive, but i’ve had a special delivery all the way from australia that required my full attention for a few weeks.

have i mentioned that i’m the luckiest person on the planet? because i am.

celebrated my “birthday” on saturday night, only about a month late, but it was still pretty much perfect. and obviously i wore neon/fur/leather/heels, duh.

ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS IS GETTING MARRIED TODAY!!!!

first of the shows to get married…ho-ly crap. 

my 26th birthday weekend.

i’ve been bitching about turning 26 for weeks, mostly to do with the fact that i’m officially closer to 30 than i am to 20 and the corresponding “holy shit that’s depressing” that comes along with such a realization. but i don’t really mind starting a new year. i’m kind of ready to put 25 to rest. it was, to be honest, kind of shitty — the first half of it, at least. too many deaths this year, though i feel like i’ve said that about too many years for my age. from one that was a few days after my birthday last year, to one that was only a few days before my birthday this year and several in between. and otherwise, i spent a solid two months of the year in a dark haze, i spent several months being way too stressed out, and spent countless hours trying to please people that didn’t deserve it. 

it wasn’t all bad, though. i have a lot of really happy memories from my 25th year, and the last few months have been wonderful. it boggles my mind to think of how different of a place i’m in than i was a year ago, and how much has happened in the last 12-15 months. it feels like i’ve lived an entire lifetime in the span of one year. in a good way. and 26 has started off really, really great.

26. well, shit. okay.

today i’m 26, but here is a photo of me in my hard-partying younger days.