Goodbye Blog, Hello Vlog!

But kind of, really.

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I have made the decision to finally pivot my business “baby” and sweep up the momentum from this media age. I am slowing down the writing portion for my blog, and upping the talking portion for my vlog (Ooo, look at that rhyming). I want to concentrate more on connecting with the audience with my Youtube channel. I want to engage, I want to speak to them, and I want to make them laugh. Below you can find the pivotal steps I have gone through thus far in getting to this very Oscar-worthy realization.

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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 Part 2: The Grand Finale

The Art Institutes, Eva Michelle, OBDEC…this was the trio that concluded February New York Fashion Week.

With a full-time desk job that wouldn’t free me till 7pm, attending shows had been extremely exhausting. I would come home past 11pm, eat dinner that consisted of some sort of fried food like chicken fingers and burgers, and wake up at 6am with a tummy ache full of indigestion. With four to five cups of coffee, I powered through my day job for 11 hours, then Uber’d my way to more shows. Rinse, cycle, repeat. You may think being a fashion blogger is solely glamorous based on the moments we capture; however, with all that glamour comes the sacrifice of sleep, health, and time.

Thank God for the above-average makeup skills that shielded my zombie face from the flashes of the cameras. Eyeliner, mascara, and powdered brows were the only things that were propping my eyelids open. And thanks to HD makeup and my Beauty Blender sponge, I could cover all my blemishes and veiny skin that were a result of dehydration and lack of sleep.

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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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Fashion – For Your Appraise or The Male Gaze?

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For centuries, the utilization of fashion and its ultimate purpose has changed over time. Believe it or not – the beautiful “peacocks” were once the men. Dressed with prestige, men used to dress elaborately to demonstrate their wealth, and it was the women who were more obscure in taste.

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With the rise of the Industrial Revolution during the 18th century came the work-wear of the man. Blue-collar work was at an all-time high, and it became impractical for the male to wear ornate clothing. The man’s garb became simpler and reversed in eloquence, whereas the woman’s hour-glass figure started to become more prominent. For the woman, sleeves shortened in length and the bodice was cut extremely low with exposed shoulders. Gradually, the woman’s body was becoming unveiled for everyone to see, stitch by stitch.

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Life Is A Simple Formula

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My, it’s getting chilly over here in New York City! Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving and safe travels. I am good on the free and fattening turkey leftovers for weeks. For that, I am extremely thankful :-D. Thankful for this delicious (gluttonous) holiday, and for the time to be with family and friends.

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Do you ever feel like you just want to slap everyone’s face that passes by just because everything is just pissing you off? Sometimes, I can be in such a bitter mood and can find anything in the world to complain about. ‘Oh, my commute was 15 minutes longer today because some stupid conductor said there was train traffic,’ says every New Yorker as they take the subway to work every morning during rush hour.  ‘I am so f*cking exhausted after work, I don’t ever have the time to work out and here I am just getting fatter by the second!’ says everybody with a desk job. And the most dreadful and painful one of all, ‘I hate my life.’

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Strangers, Coincidences, Acquaintances.

Strangers, Coincidences, Acquaintances – the order of that random friendship that formed when you one day took that extra step of humanity to say “Hello” to a regular who shared the same coffee shop as you. Or to that dude you always saw at the gym during those after-work hours. Or to that someone at that party who was in a sea full of strangers and now happens to be your friend five years later.

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Throughout my life, I have learned that unexpected strangers are blooming opportunities. Opportunities to not only network and become that final step in the direction of your dream job – but opportunities to connect with someone on an intellectual level. With this person, you feed off of his or her energy, appreciating the language that you two share. And just like that, from just a few simple words, you two formed an invaluable connection.

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