What day is it?

Fuh. I’m terd. I need more sleep and more gym time and those two are at war always. But before I get some shut eye I’ll update my nyfw umm since its already London fw. But soon it’ll be Paris and that’s where my interest picks back up.
Derek lam did this futuristic witch look. I guess it’s basically the quintessential new York girl right? But I mean that in the best way. God and putting it like that makes me want to pack my bags and jump a plane now!

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Karen walker’s collection won me over with the socks and sunglasses. And frankly, those are the things I value in life. I can always use more of both. Sigh. But this girl I can’t quite put my finger on. She’s def well educated. That’s it! This is a girl heading back to class in the fall , Harvard.

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This last one is Jeremy Scott. his clothes are street wearable fashion pop art. And I adore Him. And if i had any money, and as much as i crave Chanel, id bet my last penny id buy one of his radical pieces first. I picked this up from a blog and he really inspires me.

YOU KNOW PARIS IS FUNNY I HAVE SO MANY MEMORIES HERE, LAST NIGHT I WAS TELLING MY FRIEND ROSSON HOW WHEN I CAME HERE I HAD NO PLACE 2 LIVE.
I HAD 6 SUITCASES FULL OF CLOTHES, I LOOKED AMAZING BUT I WAS HOMELESS, I DIDNT SPEAK THE FRENCH, I KNEW NO ONE & ONLY HAD $100 IN MY POCKET.
BUT BEYOND THAT I HAD SOMETHING MUCH MORE VALUABLE THAN CLOTHES OR MONEY, I HAD A DREAM ! I DREAM
SO BIG AND SO POWERFUL THAT NOTHING BUT NOTHING COULD STOP ME – I WANTED TO BE A FASHION DESIGNER SO BAD IT WAS ALL I COULD THINK OF EVERY BREATH OUT OF MY BODY
I WAS TOLD I WOULD NEVER MAKE IT I WAS TOLD TO GIVE UP DOOR AFTER DOOR SHUT IN MY FACE I WAS TOLD EVERYTHING BUT THAT I WAS GOING TO SUCCED
I WORKED HARD, I STAYED TRUE TO MY VISION, MY DREAM, MYSELF AND BIT BY BIT IT HAPPENED AND IS STILL HAPPENING TODAY – EVEN WITH ALL THAT
I VE BEEN BLESSED WITH I WORK HARDER 2DAY THAN I EVER DID & I LOVE IT, VACATIONS 4 ME ARE LIKE SANTA CLAUS I DONT EVEN BELIEVE THEY EXIST !
I WANTED TO SHARE THIS AS I HOPE THAT I CAN GIVE YOU CONFIDENCE & REMEMBER THAT YOU 2 CAN DO ANYTHING THAT YOU WANT TO IF U JUST BELIEVE !
LIVE THE DREAM !!!

Hadji4ever asked:
@ITSJEREMYSCOTT How did u survive??? Where did u stay in Paris?

TO ANSWER THAT – I WOULD SNEAK INTO NICE HOTELS & THEN CRUSE THE HALLS LOOKING FOR FOOD THAT WAS PLACED OUT SIDE THE DOORS TO BE PICKED UP
ID FIND BREAD THAT WASNT EATED AND BUTTER AND WHEN I WAS LUCKY SOME PASTA AND FRENCH FRIES W KETCHUP ! THERE WERE NIGHTS I SPENT SLEEPING
ON THE METRO ONLY TO BE WOKEN BY COPS TELLING ME TO GET UP ! I WAS ALSO TAKEN IN BY SO MANY GENEROUS PEOPLE I MET ALONG THE WAY SOME FOR ANIGHT SOME 4 A WEEK & I COUCH SURFED MY WAY AROUND PARIS LEARNING THE DIFFERENT NEIGHBORHOODS AND STREETS – NOW I NEVER GET LOST IN PARIS !
THE FIRST SHOW I S
EWED EVERY THING MYSELF I MADE EVERY PATTERN I EVEN MADE MY OWN SHOES BY HAND ! I DRESSED EVERY MODEL & CHANGED EM MYSELF
AS THE LAST MODEL CAME BACK & THE SHOW ENDED I BROKE OUT INTO TEARS – TEARS OF OF EXHAUSTION TEARS OF SHOCK TEARS OF JOY UNCONTROLABLE TEARS
WHILE WE ARE ON THE SUBJECT …
I WAS BORN TO A FAMILY WHO COULD NOT AFFORD ANYTHING BUT LOVE
THE MORNING I WAS BROUGHT HOME FROM THE HOSPITAL IT WAS TO A HOUSE W A KITCHEN THAT HAD EMPTY CUPBOARDS – NO SLIVER SPOON – JUST LOVE
THE CHURCH CAME AND BOUGHT MY PARENTS GROCERIES AND FILLED THE CABINETS WITH FOOD – IM TELLING YOU ALL THIS AGAIN TO SO YOU DONT LET ANYONE
TELL YOU THAT YOUR NOT A ROCKEFELLER YOUR NOT A VADERVILT YOUR NOT A LAGERFELD YOUR NOT A WARHOL YOUR NOT A MADONNA YOUR NOT A JAYZ
YOU JUST FUCKING LOOK THEM IN THE EYE AND TELL THEM YES I AM – YES I AM -YES I AM !!!
I DISCOVERED ME !!! DONT WAIT FOR SOMEONE ELSE TO COME ALONG AND BELIVE IN YOU – YOU BLEIVE IN YOU !!!

—Inspiring TWEETs from @ItsJeremyScott

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The last time I was in France, I had a fight with my then French boyfriend ( after 4 bottles of rose over lunch, surprise surprise) bc he couldn’t understand why I didn’t love him. Or, more like why I felt the need to tell him at 2pm in Paris. Anyways I stormed out headed straight to the currency exchange and traded all of the hundred dollars I had left. I wandered around (drunk and aimless mind you) and found myself parusing pastels at MiuMiu. Oh those lovely associates, to think how fucking trashy and yet the distinct Parisian wash I had obtained. That didn’t make sense. Anyways I just bought macaroons at the next store over & found myself making up with my then bf after a little puppy eye play. Oh paris.

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