Recently I have found myself relentlessly checking the show schedules of all the nearby New York City music venues. Sitting, waiting, and wishing that one of these days I will stumble upon a band that sparks an interest, or better yet, a beloved group touring once again. I have come to the conclusion that the music scene at the moment reflects the same cold-induced drout of the north eastern community. We are tired of being cold, we are tired of the sky being gray, and we are just tired in general. Therefore, we seek safety from the brutality of the winter days, and burry ourselves beneath layers of blankets within our sacred homes.
So for this week's post I decided to turn to a very wise woman for inspiration. Her words related to everything I was feeling pertaining to this music-less spree. "I'm so addicted to the loving that you're feeding to me. Can't do without it. This feelings got me weak in the knees." Mandy Moore brought it too my attention that just like candy, music is an addiction, and I am going through a serious withdrawal. The result of this epiphany is an outfit dedicated to everything I desire right now. A bright outfit, for a groovy night out, listening to some dreamy music. (Preferably Tame Impala, whose knew song and tour dates already have me devising a way to get myself to Govenors Ball this summer). This look is very fun. I paired it with three different color-ways of the leather jacket, so depending of your boldness preferences you could either be subtle with gray, or go entirely Candy Mandy with the pink. The "top" I used is actually a dress, so the pants could also be exchanged for tights (or bare legs if you've been able to avoid the pastiness of winter unlike me). However, I personally could never pass up the chance to wear these amazing flared black leather J Brand Jeans. I added a little fuzzy Shrimps UK cheetah clutch, because I thought some form of animal print was definitely necessary for our big night out on the town. And last but not least we've got the cream of the crop when it comes to the little black bootie, brought to you by none other than Alexander Wang himself. And don't forget your lollipop! (Ring pops preferred). I also hope you all get your dosage of Mandy Moore's "Candy" after reading this. Because let's face it, no matter how much we hate to admit it we will all find ourselves playing it a second time… or maybe that's just me. We all have our own addictions.
So for this week's post I decided to turn to a very wise woman for inspiration. Her words related to everything I was feeling pertaining to this music-less spree. "I'm so addicted to the loving that you're feeding to me. Can't do without it. This feelings got me weak in the knees." Mandy Moore brought it too my attention that just like candy, music is an addiction, and I am going through a serious withdrawal. The result of this epiphany is an outfit dedicated to everything I desire right now. A bright outfit, for a groovy night out, listening to some dreamy music. (Preferably Tame Impala, whose knew song and tour dates already have me devising a way to get myself to Govenors Ball this summer). This look is very fun. I paired it with three different color-ways of the leather jacket, so depending of your boldness preferences you could either be subtle with gray, or go entirely Candy Mandy with the pink. The "top" I used is actually a dress, so the pants could also be exchanged for tights (or bare legs if you've been able to avoid the pastiness of winter unlike me). However, I personally could never pass up the chance to wear these amazing flared black leather J Brand Jeans. I added a little fuzzy Shrimps UK cheetah clutch, because I thought some form of animal print was definitely necessary for our big night out on the town. And last but not least we've got the cream of the crop when it comes to the little black bootie, brought to you by none other than Alexander Wang himself. And don't forget your lollipop! (Ring pops preferred). I also hope you all get your dosage of Mandy Moore's "Candy" after reading this. Because let's face it, no matter how much we hate to admit it we will all find ourselves playing it a second time… or maybe that's just me. We all have our own addictions.