3-2-2025 MY WEEK: i live for the applause
happy women's history month and one month of peSuit & tie! i'm thankful to have started this project - it's helping me define my style a lot more, and i'm starting to connect small inspirations and influences on a weekly basis. i hope you all enjoy this as much as i do typing up every sunday night. in a way, it is my new digital diary.
i've been thinking a lot this week about this blog, virality, trends and 'instant fame'. during our outdoor walks (it was very warm at the beginning of the week so we excitedly took our neighborhood walk for the first time this year), sib and i discussed social media and my goal for this blog. i keep my social media pretty private, and i was thinking - would it be better to publicize this more? the thing is - i want to revolt against the instant fame and overnight virality, to practice patience and to use this blog not to yell at the world - hey look at me - but rather take my time and (yes, develop some traction because we live in a society that rewards this) enjoy this ritual. boyfriend asks "what about a youtube vlog?" - my answer is hell no. i am too awkward on camera (it's so bad i was muted for a work promotional video because i couldn't think of a normal sentence). i hate how i look in videos. i'm not the best writer, but this format is more comfortable to me. if you see my tiktok, i prefer curating moments and inspo photos rather than showing my face.
here's a shower thought on about being perceived online (especially now, a month since posting here): i fear of being a shell of a three word (or so) aesthetic - something with no true depth or personality (think clean girl or mob wife: who really is she outside of the same regurgitated pinterest photos?). i strive to be more of a flea market with a story, or perhaps an interactive museum? not just a carefully curated gallery, hidden behind thick glass - looking unattainable or unreachable (almost not even real). i need to be reachable and interesting to all (we all want to be relatable, but are we putting effort to relate with others?). am not ashamed to share my likes, and dislikes - the things i'm learning and the hobbies i'm trying - most importantly i'm not afraid to be imperfect. not ashamed to delve beyond the "perfect aesthetic interests" or to deviate from the perfect slick buns and espresso martinis.
i need to be the curator or collector of hobbies, knowledge, experiences. is this why i've been painstakingly documenting my life through mediums like diaries, monthly moodboards in journals, now a digital blog like a scrapbook? and i love to revisit them, because i'm a nostalgia addict, not even for what i've lived through, but also for eras before my time, and i need to experience them through books, movies and music of the time.
in my life, in my blog, i welcome the frida kahlo of female pain. the lucio fontana of meticulously hidden rage. the bob ross of innocent and pure contentment. the keith haring of community. the hilma af klimt of life's balance. the jackson pollock of life's chaos and randomness.
the revolution will not be televised
monday i wore a vintage bruce springsteen concert tee paired with tibi pants i snagged at the designer sale back in november (it comes with a matching top). h&m blazer and leather jacket.
wednesday it wasn't warm enough to bring back my work dresses fully, so i layered a simple h&m black dress with buttons with a vince camuto 3/4 sleeve sweater. added metallic tights from calzedonia and wearing my heart on my doc's.
i always feel like i came out of the 70s with these forever 21 burnt orange pants (especially paired with a turtle neck and the vintage coat - who's going to start yelling marsha, marsha, marsha!).
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