♥ May flowers ♥ the prospect of moving into my summer apartment ♥ my GO! San Diego team ♥ Tumblr – yes, I said it ♥ anything related to Pirates of the Caribbean ♥ old-school, Rat Pack Las Vegas ♥ finishing my sophomore year ♥ florals ♥ my oxford heels ♥ finally finding a place to set up my tripod-less camera for outfit photos – the week before I move out ♥ funfetti cake ♥ memes ♥ Taylor Swift’s “Mean” video ♥ getting an A- in my ridiculously tough intro course to my American Studies major ♥ getting excited about starting my internship soon! ♥ my new LBD for my brother’s high school graduation ♥ freshly painted nails ♥ having more time to blog – for now ♥
This screen siren passed away nearly a month ago, and for a week or so, the most beautiful pictures of her were circulating on television and in print. One of the last great movie stars, the vivacious Taylor left behind quite a legacy.
Selena Perez was a Mexican-American singer who popularized Tejano music in the U.S. She was killed in 1995, but her music continues to influences countless of fans. On YouTube, you can still find hundreds of video tributes to her. My favorite songs, which I’ve been playing on a loop, are “Como La Flor”, “I Could Fall In Love” and “Dreaming of You”.
You know how some girls worship Old Hollywood stars like Marilyn Monroe or Audrey Hepburn? Well, I adore Natalie Wood, who coincidentally played Maria in West Side Story (although she did not do the singing herself). Like Taylor, Wood was a studio star. Like Monroe, she met an untimely death.
“Not even analysis, by itself, can transform you. You must still do the changing yourself.”
♡ Black, white & red
There’s just something so classic, chic and polished about black and white ensembles paired with just a touch of red. Love it.
♡ These shoes.
Why, hello Payless. We need to get reacquainted a.s.a.p. See a trend with these picks?
I circled December 8, 2010 on my calendar back this summer. The day marked the 30th anniversary of the death of Beatles’ great John Lennon, and I was going to make sure to visit the Strawberry Fields Memorial in Central Park that day. Thirty years ago, my dad went to the park with my grandfather, along with countless others, to honor. There was a nice symmetry to that, knowing I would be there this year.
That Wednesday, a day most Fordham students don’t have classes, my friend and I headed to Central Park West. We’re both huge Beatles fans, and I was really excited to see the memorial for the first time. There must have been hundreds of people surrounding the “Imagine” mosaic, including plenty of journalists. After patiently waiting, we finally got close enough to see it. It was around noon, and mementos already covered the memorial: flowers, candles, apples, bracelets, a shirt, and yes, a Yankees cap. It showed how much the city embraced John Lennon: this Englishman became a New Yorker.
There were people from all walks of life at the park. The crowd was melancholy, but there was also something celebratory about the day. Lennon would have turned 70 this year, and the older people were happy to reminisce about the time when the Beatles ruled the world. Young children were there with parents and grandparents. There were guitar players in the crowd too, and people sang along with some popular songs. Not only did we not do the songs justice, but we weren’t even able to agree on songs — groups of people would start singing “Imagine” and then another group would start “Come Together.” We did sing “Happy Christmas,” which was very fitting. It was imperfectly perfect.