The Daily Look

But I’m trying to get back on the bandwagon. And I’m mostly hoping that said bandwagon will take me out to Coachella, but, you know…whatever.

Seriously though, I am having an obsession of epic proportions with Coachella right now. I blame a lot of things (read: Refinery 29′s little packing list, like I’m going…HA!), and I’m not trying to be bitter about the fact that this little thing called ~~becoming a contributing participant in the real world~~ graduating is prohibiting me from venturing cross-country. So here, for your viewing/listening pleasure, is a list of thingz that I may or may not have mentally packed last week and am currently using to enhance my festival experience *in my imagination.*

1. First and foremostly, this entire outfit. Thank you, Free People, for existing.

FreePeople.com

2. My aviators, which I can’t actually get over. And probably those earrings too but I don’t know because, you know, I’m not actually going to Coachella.

Self-pics like a middle-schooler.

3. Some boots that will make me look like I casually hang out in the desert pretty much all the time.

Madewell.com

4. My iPhone, so I can employ Instagram to make everything I do look at least 13 times cooler.

This telephone pole was actually 13 times less cool in real life...but then I Instagrammed it.

5. Some friendship bracelets. You know, in case I make some friends.

6. This playlist…just in case the um, music there isn’t any good? JK, all these kids will be playing lol.

The Shins, The Rifle Spiral
tUnE-yArDs, SUNLIGHT
The Weeknd, The Morning
The Black Keys, Tighten Up
SBTRKT, Hold On
Real Estate, Beach Comber
Miike Snow, Black & Blue
Girls, Hellhole Ratrace
Fitz and the Tantrums, MoneyGrabber
Girl Talk, Steady Shock
Feist, The Circle Married the Line
Beirut, My Night with the Prostitute from Marseille
Bon Iver, Holocene
AVICII, Levels

Growing up, dinner time was always a little rough for me. I really liked to sit cross-legged, with my knees tucked under my chin, with one foot tucked under me or sometimes simply chose to stand at the table instead. I also decided that brushing my hair was entirely unnecessary for about four years, much to my parents chagrin, but thats neither here nor there. Anyway, when my mother told me to “sit like a lady,” which she invariably ended up doing pretty much every single night, I was pretty resistant. I like to think I was practicing for some kind of cool, angsty, counter-culture existence as a hipster…but let’s be real: I’m positive I couldn’t survive on a diet of cigarettes and PBR and I know for a fact that, even as a journalism major, I still occasionally fail to use the word “ironic” appropriately.

The bottom line is that my mom’s advice apparently had some staying power, and I am ALL ABOUT the fancy-pants, super lady-like looks coming down the runways this Fashion Week. Brocade and buttoned-up are back, but not at the expense of gorgeous and girly. Lemme show ya:

Marchesa: Anyone wanna take me to a black tie event? Or maybe just arrange one so I can dress up in one of these numbers and pretend I’m important and probably royalty.

Oscar de la Renta: I spent a significant portion of my life thinking this line was for old women. But then @OscarPRGirl started tweeting, I became a member of the early-twenties age bracket and this collection came out. My mind has been changed.

Betsey Johnson: I haven’t liked Betsey’s stuff since my freshman year of high school, but let me tell you what: Theres a significant part of me that wants to be Twiggy, wishes it was the 60s and would like to own this entire collection. I’m not usually one for pink-and-girly. But uhh…now I am?