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Just try it on

So I downloaded the app “Prisma” that lets you apply art filters over your photos. I’ve grown bored of my blog content, so I edited a few of my photos with the “Gothic” filter.

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Alright, cool. Maybe this could work. I have a few photo concept ideas in mind because the standing-in-the-middle-of-the-shot-with-bokeh blog photo look is getting oooooooooooold.

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But I did it anyway.

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I found this dress a few months ago at Mango and immediately had my doubts about it before trying it on. The color, the belt, the material, the cut, all of it seemed wrong. It looks more straight and narrow when on a hanger, so when it slipped on comfortably and revealed its flirty feminine silhouette I was glad I put my insecurities aside and gave it a try.

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After this find, I couldn’t help but wonder about all the other clothing items I put back on the rack because I had convinced myself that there’s no way it could look good on me.

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Dress: Mango
Shoes: H&M
Earrings: H&M
Ring: Forever 21

Always try it on, I guess.

June 2016

I spent my train ride home from work today scrolling through TIME.com reading vignettes about the 49 victims from the shooting in Orlando. Smelling of chicken grease, my hair tied up in a ponytail and my dirty Chucks propped up against the train rail, I fell into a daze reading and realized how many Hispanics died that night. I’d read that Pulse was hosting a “Latin Night,” but I’d failed to realize that many of the victims were most likely Hispanic.

Fernandez, Ayala, Flores, Martinez, Rodriguez. Their deaths seemed suddenly more personal. Of course it is sad when fellow Americans are slain, but much like those who identify as gay and connected with the victims over this fact, I was suddenly grieving on behalf of my culture.

This was all so sudden. I was still processing Christina Grimmie’s death, which I also don’t understand. These are tragic endings for innocent people.

I watched Shane Dawson’s video about Christina. I’ve been unsubscribed to him for over a year now due to the drop in quality of his content, but his reflection about the loss of his friend brought me to this video, which I had watched when it was first posted:

My heart fell into the pit of my stomach watching them sing and laugh together, and I can’t even imagine how Shane is feeling watching this again now.

My condolences and prayers go out to the family and friends of the victims. I wish there was something I could do. As Dumbledore said, “We must try not to sink beneath our anguish, Harry, but battle on.”

 

Stop following then unfollowing me on social media

This is a shallow topic, I’m aware. But I’ve become so annoyed by this “business” and the people who try to rope me in. Many are aware of those who follow hundreds of accounts, wait for those accounts to follow them back and then immediately unfollow them. Of course this is done to increase their ratio of their followers to those they follow. I understand it makes a page look more “liked” and “popular” to have 6,457 followers and only follow 224. You look like you’re influential, but you’re actually annoying.

I hate promoting myself. Sometimes I will update this blog and not mention it anywhere because I don’t want to shove it in anyone’s face. I am not trying to make a living off of this blog or pretend I have anything new or interesting to offer. I am just wearing what I like and learning about photography in the process. It’s a hobby.

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But I understand that this isn’t a hobby for everyone. Bigger bloggers make a generous living off of their style and it’s an attractive option for women who want to share their wardrobe. It has even opened doors for aspiring models, photographers and graphic designers. Blogging may be a saturated medium, but it’s pleasantly fun and a simple way to make a portfolio.

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But what truly pisses me off and has turned me into a friendorfollow.com user are the selfish vain people who try to build themselves up by stepping on the toes of others. Those who put their Instagram or Twitter on a pedestal and try to give the illusion that they are creative and attractive enough to deserve a large following.

What is valuable about this? My Instagram has just over 1200 followers, but that number is constantly shifting and only a handful of genuine people “like” and comment on my content. This niche is important to me, and I find interaction and feedback to be more useful and engaging. But yet bloggers use this number to fuel their worth, and companies see it as an opportunity to promote their product. I’m sorry, but those 10k followers probably don’t give a shit about what “Lipstick and Croissants” is selling.

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I need to stop blabbering about this because it’s ridiculous, but it’s also almost as insulting as companies who ask me to create content for them in exchange for possible “exposure.” Sit the fuck down.

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Top: Zara (similar)
Tank: American Eagle (similar)
Jacket: American Eagle (distressed version)
Jeans: Forever 21
Boots: Sam & Libby for Target
Necklace: Gift
Earrings: Primark

Now that I have overloaded you with images of my outfit and complained about social media hags, can I just talk about how much I love layering this crochet tank under tops? I would never wear it on its own because it’s hella sheer, but ugh, it’s my favorite addition to a blouse or sweater.

Just to be clear, I stand on no moral high ground. I mean, obviously. I stood around a window for a blog post and whined about Instagram, how could this possibly be taken seriously. These are my little thoughts about a “problem” that is unbelievably insignificant. I just needed to rant. 

A comfortable combo

I’ve been feeling winter fat lately, so in addition to cutting back on the Reibekuchen and Kroketten and exercising more regularly, I have been wearing things that don’t make me feel like a sausage trying to squeeze into a wine bottle.

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Ah, my happy place. A weightless skirt with a thick elastic band, a loose-fitted sweater, a long coat that covers my hips, boots that accentuate one of the smallest parts of my leg and a scarf that covers my German bakery double chin.

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I wear this silhouette a lot because it’s comfortable for me. I can even see a difference in my stance and posture when editing photos from a shoot. I have more photos to work with because I felt more confident and less like I had to stand a certain way to appear longer and less pudgy.

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Coat: Forever 21
Sweater: Forever 21
Skirt: Aeropostale
Boots: Michael Kors
Scarf: Zara
Ring: c/o SammyDress

Going for a run now.

My neighbors are suspicious of me

I take my own blog photos, which results in me stomping around in my outfit looking for a decent place to stand around and snap photos. My equipment simply consists of a tripod, my DSLR and a small remote. To me, this is minimal and harmless but to my neighbors it is “OMG ARE YOU AN ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT TAKING PHOTOS OF OUR HOMES AND POSTING OUR ADDRESS ONLINE AND EXPLOITING OUR CHILDREN?!”

Okay, maybe not that entirely, but it’s what I thought the past couple of times a concerned neighbor questioned me while setting up for blog photos. The common theme was, “Are you working for the city and taking photos of our homes?”

And my camera was facing this background:

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No, no I am not. I am facing a tall fence covered in leaves, not the inside of Frau Müller’s Badezimmer, nor her brick-framed address number.

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And now my face, not your street name nor your children.

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Are these bricks in the ground giving away too much information too? Will someone be able to figure out the exact coordinates of your tacky yellow house and rock garden?

I’m a little bitter.

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Let’s observe this vanilla-ass outfit too. Oma’s oatmeal sweater, a c/o dress I’m wearing as a top because my body is currently a lava lamp, a basic blanket scarf I bought because it’s warm and was cheap as hell at Primark and a pair of black booties I have been wearing since Morning Ink’s conception.

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Top: c/o SammyDress
Cardigan: Hollister
Jeans: American Eagle
Boots: Urban Outfitters
Scarf: Primark

My boyfriend and his parents assured me that people are taking advantage of the refugee situation as a chance to question anything suspicious in their area. Fine, I get that, especially after the sexual assaults in Köln on New Year’s. However, we all agreed that it is foolish to stop and boldly question a young woman in normal clothes standing in front of a camera, and to then talk about it with the neighbors as if I am some domestic threat.

“We’ve seen you around the neighborhood with your camera and want to know what you’re doing.”

I am not one to assume racial profiling, but I couldn’t help but ask my German boyfriend if they’re maybe stopping to talk to me because I have dark skin and features. The only other time I dealt with racism was in Germany. Is there a chance that it’s happening again?

I’m maybe saying too much and jumping to outrageous conclusions, but I am now just as suspicious of them as they are of me.

An escape

Thank you to everyone who entered my giveaway last week. The winner of the Cambridge Satchel Co. “Tiny” Satchel is @chrrrista_ct, who is one of the faces of the blog Gardenias & Mint, which is one of the first blogs I followed when I started mine. I highly recommend checking it out for hair and outfit inspiration and unique Etsy finds!

I asked the question, “How have you changed in the past 2 years?” as a second entry for the bag, and I was amazed by how much people had changed in such a short amount of time. Some had behavioral changes, others are now the proud owner of a master’s degree, great job or car. Others quit bad habits or are coming to terms with the reality of life.

In the past 2 years, I have become a better conversationalist, I have been monetarily supporting more artists I enjoy and I finally got my license. I used to be so scared of driving, and was convinced it would never happen for me. Now I can make my own trips to the grocery store and run errands like a normal adult. It’s freeing.

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Dress: ASOS
Cardigan: Forever 21
Boots: Forever 21
Necklace: Forever 21

Always on my phone. If there’s something I wish I could change in the next 2 years, it would be my dependency on my phone. Despite knowing how to get my places, and having no real reason to check Instagram every 5 minutes, I feel this need to double-check myself. Just today I considered turning around to get my phone when I realized I had forgotten it on my way to the grocery store. It irks me when people keep their phone on the table when out at a bar or restaurant with someone. Let’s focus on ourselves and each other.

I’m talking out of my ass. I will probably continue to abuse the convenience of my phone. How else am I supposed to watch Rachel and Jun and practice German on Duolingo? How will I know which food trucks are in my area, or if someone dropped the price of an item I’m interested in on Poshmark?

I need to get a life.

Please don’t steal my camera

I take all my own photos with a tripod, timer and a remote. I really like this method because it allows me even more creative freedom, I’ve learned the basics of a DSLR and I get to decide when and where I shoot. I typically take photos in the evening after work, and wait until the sun has set and there is a dull glow. It’s great lighting, and I am only sweating half as much. I may make a post on how I take my own photos soon.

That being said, I am much more vulnerable to theft and curious people passing by. A questionable crowd wanders around my area, and a girl in a skirt and blouse standing 10 feet away from something that could buy them food for a month looks like it would have a winning outcome in their favor. I love working on my blog, but it has become increasingly difficult to do. I need this creative outlet for my own personal sake, but I also care about my safety.

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Top: Zara
Skirt: Banana Republic
Shoes: Jeffrey Campbell
Bag: H&M
Ring: Forever 21

Today I stayed safe near my house and used my old lens since my nicer one requires a great length of distance for shooting. I don’t want this to become a regular thing though. For someone who rides public transit, I can be a pretty strong person emotionally, and, if need be, physically. I am not afraid to fight for myself, but I feel so much more exposed and susceptible to harm when parading around in a prohibitive outfit.

This is a serious concern of mine, and who better to talk about it with than other bloggers, and readers. Any advice? How would you handle this situation?