love in the air [weddings are great]

So last weekend my cousin got married.

This isn't a real post so much as a plug. Check out those photos. My cousin (the groom) is so in love with her.

I love weddings a lot.

fashion camp: this exists

(see #5)

Fashion camp.

If I'm being honest, there's a solid part of me that's bewildered right now. The other part of me is wondering if they're taking interns.

I love summer camp. I always have. My time in Bologna felt a little bit like "Italy camp" and I loved that too. If kids want to pursue their interests over the summer, no one should stop them. There are so many options these days (I, personally, have been to rock music camp, political activism camp, outdoors camp, nerd camp, biking camp, and documentary film camp, to name just a few) that the existence of fashion camp doesn't surprise me at all.

Do you really need your parents to spend over a thousand dollars to indulge an interest in fashion though? The program's only a week long, and while I'm sure the instruction is high quality and all of that, I've learned so much on my own without spending a dime (except, you know, on clothes, which I've been meaning to stop doing, by the way) that I don't really see the point.

I guess it's fun. Camp is always fun. Now I'm getting all nostalgic.

1. Remember before people all had cell phones (or when phones were contraband at camp) and on the last day you'd run around getting people's real names and phone numbers and home addresses in a little notebook? Good times.

2. Before friendship bracelets were a fashion statement, they were a sign of popularity and a way to pass the time. 

3. Flip flops errrday.

4. Jean shorts were also a staple, of course. 

5. I used about four disposable cameras once in just a week of camp a few years back, before they were a hipster thing (and when I didn't have a digital camera of my own). I didn't develop them until a few months later. What a good feeling.

6. Bringing one swimsuit and getting awkward tan lines has to be a rite of passage, right? Maybe I was just awkward. That's also possible.

7. The ambiguous definition of "water shoes" meant I was always bringing my old sneakers and making them look even more disgusting, frolicking in streams and climbing into canoes and such, as one does.

jacket

A haiku.

aeropostale

is not where i buy my clothes

except just this once.

sorrento

posing in pompeii

running around the ancient temple

caroline navigating to the brothel

erika at the beach

my hair in the wind

lusine and caroline waiting for a cab

a caprese salad in capri

... and oh hey, mediterranean.

mangio

Yesterday, we in the apartment D'Azeglio had a cooking lesson. Also, I left my camera on manual focus because I'd been taking videos (read: footage of us all dancing around to Taylor Swift songs). Please interpret the blurry quality of those outfit shots as artistic and not sloppy. That would be much appreciated.

Both of these dresses are from H&M. A ridiculous amount of my clothing is from H&M, actually. I'd like to think that I make it look more original but maybe everyone likes to think that.

feeling like a domestic goddess

I finally properly decorated my apartment. Get this. I made curtains. That's right. I made curtains.

It was actually remarkably easy. It couldn't have taken longer than fifteen minutes. Here's basically what happened. I bought two relatively cheap scarves from a nearby thrift store (matching scarves, at that, which happened to be the perfect length), and cut a couple holes in the top, and tied ribbons through them.

Seriously. And then I put them on a curtain rod. Which was already there, senza curtains. Literally the easiest thing in the world.

They're a bit sheer, which is fine by me because it lets the light in somewhat. I just needed something to

1. Keep the neighbors from seeing me naked.
2. Keep the sunshine from punching me in the face at 6:30 in the morning.

Mission accomplished, my darlings.

While on this domestic kick, I bought a sunflower and stuck it in an old wine bottle (and tied it with a matching ribbon, for the sake of class), and I taped some stuff up on my wall. It's been a good day for the aesthetic appeal of my living space.

Ciao, ragazze.

when you're with us you don't have to be quiet

I've discovered that my iphone, while I don't get service in Italy, makes a handy digital camera when I don't lug my DSLR around. These photos of Bologna are courtesy of Hipstamatic.

i wanna be forever young

Some disposables that may inspire you. Inspire you to do what? I don't know.

in order

Anine and Peter at a party

Christian being cool

Peter and I attempting a self-pic

the Swiss countryside

a highway on the French border

the crowds at Monte Carlo

underneath the bleachers

disposables

I love disposable cameras. I love them a lot. It's sad to me that people don't use them more often.

People have actually asked me (with downright incredulity), "is there film in there?"



These are the pictures from Milan. What a gorgeous city.



I took a picture of Nutella. Bitches love Nutella.