Eliciting that “Je Ne Sais Quoi” Factor

In partnership with Triumph

“Je Ne Sais Quoi”: an intangible quality that makes someone or something distinctive or attractive. Literally meaning “I do not know what.” To my knowledge and experience, all women wish to embody this attribute. They all want to exude this strong, yet subtle confidence and beauty – both externally and from within. Little do they know that each and every one of them already has that special something. Sometimes, it just takes a little practice to bring that side of them forward.

Recently, I had a trial run of this newfound confidence…a different kind of confidence than I am used to.

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“Just Keep Swimming” – Dory, From Finding Nemo

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I was always a big believer that in order to grow, you had to keep moving – whether that moving was forwards, backwards, or lateral. You had to continue moving somewhere, anywhere. Stillness was simply  too bland. I’ve lived by this mantra during the beginning years of my young adult life. The day I turned 18, my journey of endless motion and unexpected surprises began to unfold.

I ceased to stop moving. My life never slowed down for me, and I had to keep up in the race.

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Now, let’s talk about how I physically never stopped moving. Throughout my education at NYU, I lived in three different dorms throughout the East Village in Manhattan. Just two years away from obtaining my B.A. in Economics (I know how bizarre that I’m in fashion), my new home was in Downtown Jersey City right along the Hudson River. I took the Path to the city every day for class and was lucky enough to wake up to the Manhattan skyline and say goodnight to the newly-constructed World Trade Center. I lived there for about 2.5 years, embracing the fact that I had my car and the luxury condo’s pool and gym facilities.

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I then landed a full-time job upon graduation, and unfortunately, it was right at the time I had to sell the Jersey City apartment. I was forced to move back to my hometown in northern New Jersey. Just two days before my job, I had to adjust to a new place again. 5am mornings, 2-hour commutes, and sleep deprivation became the norm. For the next few months, I lost sleep, time with my boyfriend and friends, and time for myself.

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I decided it was time to change. For the fourth time, I moved out of my childhood home and ventured out into Manhattan again, but this time to the Upper East Side. Everything about it seemed glamorous – this was the neighborhood where the Gossip Girls lived; it was full of luxury consignment shops; and it had a wonderful reputation. Also, it was here where I got my first puppy, Einstein, who I love so dearly.

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Too bad rent was so high and the area I was living in was pricey. I swear the restaurants and stores in the Upper East Side had arms that extended like vines inching to pick-pocket my wallet. Nothing was ever easy to afford, so I never lived comfortably.

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Now what? Fast forward to a couple of months ago, and I decided that renting was a complete waste of money, especially in the city. So, I saved up a ton of money, took out a loan, and bought a place in NJ close to NYC. This way, my monthly payment went to building my equity instead of disappearing into some landlord’s wallet. Life was getting better for me.

For six years, I had a fleeting definition of the word “home.” On top of all that, my life was simultaneously changing right before me. During all my moving years, I had graduated NYU, taken on several fashion internships, started my full-time job, and then launched my blog. So much growth for me happened both physically and developmentally. It was all one hell of a roller coaster ride and it still continues to be. And you know what? I’m okay with that. Actually, really glad. As Dory said, “just keep swimming.”

 

Hope you all have a wonderful Easter with your family and friends.

Xoxo,
Kasey

 

Kasey is wearing – Booties: Dune London; Cardigan: Vince; Necklace – MD13 (amazing handmade jewelry by my girl Monica; Dress: Victoria’s Secret; Chanel Wallet-On-Chain: Saks Fifth Avenue

 

NYFW 2016 – Couture Fashion Week

Fashion Week in February is no joke. Shit is mad cold! 5 degree weather Saturday got my fingers barely living on my hands and my piggy toes hardly maintaining a healthy color. The only reason I didn’t lose them was because my shoes were doing a phenomenal job keeping them together. Kudos to that. Arctic weather strong.

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Thank God what also was strong were the collections I had witnessed strutting down the runway. If it weren’t for these beautiful models and their clothes, I definitely would have found myself running away from the wind in an Uber instead.

Thanks to Couture Fashion Week and their 23rd season, I saw lines of designers from all over the world: The U.S., Romania, India, Indonesia, Brazil, and the Netherlands.

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One Shirt, Two Skirts

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1:2 – the ratio that represents that there is 1 for every 2 of something. See examples below:

  1. One shirt, two skirts – the concept in which there are multiple ways to “jazzy-up” a single item. It is the utilization of a staple item such as a t-shirt and creating two looks simply by interchanging other aspects of the outfit, such as pants, skirts, shoes, etc. I.E. My blog pictures today with my white tee and my two skirts.
  2. One celebration, two life events – how I have felt my birthday and Christmas were celebrated together every year. They happen to be six days apart from each other (My birthday is on the 19th of December). My birthday at times feels forgotten because of this worldwide holiday. These two life events were melded into one get-together for years with my family and friends, just like my presents were.
  3. One present, two events. Self-explanatory. Le sigh.

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Patterned Textures and A New Puppy!

Hello hello!

Good evening ya’ll. Sorry for missing my Sunday evening post, but I was too busy getting my first puppy on Friday and taking care of my baby! He’s a Havanese 3-month old baby. He’s a big boy. His name is Einstein, named after the way his white hair looks like if it were to be shocked by electricity and from the general intelligence of Havanese dogs.
Through the midst of taking care of Einstein, I was able to make it back to my old city, Jersey City, and hang out with a fellow blogger. We took some sick pictures along some streets with crazy graffiti and this is what we got:
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