Look Sharp, Sconnie - Midwestern Fashion Nerd, Chronic Over-thinker

Some days, the idiots win.

I had drinks w/ a friend of a friend 
and now a friend 
the other night
(and every other night for the past 3 weeks) 
`(#frienddates)
and not only did I come away fully reassured that my schizophrenic sentiments towards this city weren't absolutely psychotic,
but with a great tool for effective self talk that I won't ever again forget.

"Some days," she said, "the city wins."'
And it's true.
Some days, you kill it. You ride the highs, the lows, the in-betweens and still come out swingin'.
You feel confident, well-connected, completely legitimate and on top of the world.

And then you get pulverized.

Smushed into a little ball of NYC nothingness. 
You go the wrong way on the subway
 twice
you get multiple rejection letters,
within minutes
people keep getting in your walking-bubble and making you want to smack them, 
your 3 random male roommates all invite girls over for the night and you feel like you're somehow being sexually abused,
you suddenly become very aware of the fact that you haven't eaten warm food in almost a month and you start to feel like an orphaned, starving child...

-- It's like an abusive relationship,

but one that benefits you in the long run.

-- So I tell myself. 
shirt: Zara, slip: vintage, boots: Theory
And as far as "fashion" plays into that (because I feel as if this blog has veered a little bit away from its initial fashion intentions and into perpetual pontifications on the city during my sudden transition to NYC), 
there is, in my mind, no crueler industry.
When something so cathartic is transformed into something so malicious and often subversively competitive,
there is a deep sadness that goes along with it. 

Kinda like how Doc Ock coulda been so good, 
but turned out so evil. 

Pretend that didn't just happen. 

Anyways- 
my point is that I'm just going to apply the same line of thinking to this 
fashion world phenomenon as I do to life in the city, 
but with a wee twist:
"Some days," I say to myself, 
"the idiots win." 

It keeps me going to know that, in the long run, that's what it is.
The loss of a battle- not a war. 

I mean, us cool kids gotta let the idiots have a few, right?

Cheers. 


Photography by Hans Alcindor. 






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4 comments:

  1. drcoreydousharmSeptember 2, 2014 at 8:03 AM

    Absolutely loving the way the blog is evolving........your style is on point as always, but your writing is still the winner!! Don't let the city get your down!

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  2. Norbyah NolascoSeptember 2, 2014 at 9:26 PM

    Chin up, sister....the fact that you're there is a win in my book. Go hang with my sis. She makes a mean drink and can commiserate with the whole 'NYC chews you up and spits you out' days.

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  3. ShereeSeptember 3, 2014 at 11:58 AM

    Didn't realize you moved to NY...awesomeness! Love your posts about NY, especially this one. Totally get it!

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  4. AngelinaSeptember 4, 2014 at 12:24 AM

    Wonderful post... today I've been catching up on a few week's worth of your posts. I'm glad you're doing something new and exciting by moving to NY. Takes a lot of courage. Loved this post. Every now and then, I'm gonna remind myself that "the idiots win." What a great quote.

    I hope NY is good to you. <3

    Take care!

    Angie
    fshnfrdm.com

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