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Feeling Blue?
Which hue speaks to you?
One Romantic… One slightly more Edgy.
Both PERFECTION.
Turn Up The Vamp- Fall is Coming
A chic way to transition luxuriously into cooler temps.
Cause Bombshells stay Hot all year….
#BombshellCode
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Confessions: Intro
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Confession 1:
The Intro
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Yes, yes- I know. I promised you when this fabulous site first launched that I would be open and honest about my own personal love life. And I think now is the perfect time to begin that process.
You see, a very large motivating factor for this very site is my perpetual habit of choosing men that are SO wrong for me. Like, really wrong. Like, so wrong that my own Mom gave up any kind of hope a long time ago. And lets be honest- if I made logical decisions on whom I dated, I doubt I would be nearly as interesting. Or scarred (literally). And think of all the awesome experiences I would have missed out on. Like finding out the guy you’ve been dating for a month is married. Or being bit by an overly intoxicated date (I really wasn’t joking about the scar). And then there’s the closet Jesus freak that compared me to a prostitute (thank you POF!). How about the guy that freaked out on me, and then blamed it on his preventative hair-loss medication…
By now, I have enough experience to supply complete storylines for at least 3 movies. Except none of them come with Fairytale endings. Yet. No, they’re probably more like horror films. And clearly I’m like the dumb, slutty blonde character that always dies in the end because she runs the (very obvious) wrong way.
You would think I’d learn by now…
Which brings me to my topic.
After years of dating, and with no real relationships to really show for it, it makes me wonder- Are we all willing to keep putting ourselves out there because we’re addicted to love? Or just the rush of dating to find someone better?
Lets go back to the old boring way people used to do it. There was no internet, no texting, no Joe Manganiello. I mean, that’s enough right there for me to hate things. But yet, I think people were at their happiest when it came to dating. They didn’t have a whole world of potential partners to choose from- they had their hometown. They didn’t initiate contact with weeks of texting before “hanging out”. They went on actual dates. Together. Without any prior knowledge of each other that they gathered from Facebook and Google. Like, whoa.
And for those still not quite sure what this mythical term means, “Dating” was considered a formal act of courtship. A clear first step in determining if you guys were going to get hitched down the road. They went to places like drive-ins. Probably because the only action they could even hope for HAD to take place during the actual date itself- because going home with the other person at the end of the night wasn’t even an option. Hence why you actually had to GO TO PLACES SPECIFICALLY TO MAKEOUT. Where other couples were making out around you (Ew…). And then you waited for a phone call. Like, really waited. By a phone that was connected to a wall. For days (which would be like weeks today). And that was code for “You are now in consideration for future hitching”.
Awesome.
Take my parents, for instance- they met at a party… and never left each others side. They grew up in the same town. Met through mutual friends. Fell in love. And STAYED in love. As a bonus, they even got me out of the deal. Again- Awesome.
And since we’re on that note, lets look at me. It seems the fact that I have remained single is so unexplainable to my friends. No one can understand it. Or when I meet someone new…..
I often get stared at in wonder by family the same way people probably look at crop circles. How? Why? Should we be afraid?? After all, I come from a good, balanced family. My childhood was almost TOO perfect. There are no tragic incidents from my past to report. I have a college degree. A great career. BAD shopping habits (it cant all be sunshine and roses…). I’m healthy… Intelligent… Happy…
So…. whats wrong with me?
The answer- Absolutely nothing.
I’m just an example, or by-product even, of dating by today’s standards. Or rather, lack thereof. I’m an example of someone addicted to the thrill of the hunt and driven by personal challenge. Men are trophies. Sex is power. And feelings, if you even have any, are disposable. Terrified at the thought of missing out on someone better, I never want to get too attached.
Okay, so I’m not totally ALL of those things. Not all together. Because that would make me a frigid bitch that’s incapable of love. If anything, I’m the exact opposite. I look for it so hard that I ignore all the signs that are screaming for me to run. And yet I don’t. Because I’m the dumb blonde that always runs the wrong way, remember? But I can probably directly link one or more of those reasons to most of, if not all, of my past relationships.
And speaking of which, lets look at some of those, shall we?
*As a side note to the men of my past who might find themselves reading this- relax. Your identity is safe. This isn’t a Burn Book, and you’re not that special. But it IS my honest opinion. So deal with it.
Now, I cant possibly write about all the great loves of my life in one post. I feel like I would be cheating you from some pretty epic examples of “Oh no he didn’t!!” moments. And those moments are exactly what you came here for. And just to set the record straight- I’m no angel myself. But most of you probably already guessed that.
So instead, I’ll share these stories with you individually. In the form of “Confessions”. Confessions to my past addictions (also known as “men”), and the lessons that came with them. Because like any good drug, they all had some euphoric hold on me. And then eventually left me strung out and exhausted. Some even left me ashamed. Others craving another hit. Some I went multiple rounds with. Some I hope to never lay eyes on again. Ever.
So get ready. Because honesty is always the best policy….
Sorry I’m not sorry.
#BombshellCode
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“There’s nothing wrong with getting dirty when you clean up well.”
Going Ghost: Today’s “I’m Just Not That Into You”
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We all remember the episode. The iconic words spoken by the one and only Jack Berger to explain one of the greatest mysteries still numbing the female mind today. The mystery of dating someone you presume to be amazing. Someone who obviously finds you equally amazing. This is followed by the mystery of that very same person suddenly becoming (and staying) too busy for you. Till finally, here comes the wine filled investigation with your best P.I.’s/girlfriends on why- Maybe he really is busy? Nope. He scared of commitment? LOL. Maybe he’s sick? Wrong again. Maybe he’s out of town? Possibly- if the new town he’s visiting is named Veronica. And then of course, no girl rally is ever complete without someone fiercely declaring “It’s not you, it’s him!”. Well, that’s partially correct… because really…
“He’s just not that into you…”
And boom. Everything made sense. Just like that. 6 honest words was all it took for confused women around the globe to shove that loser out of their mind, strap on their Manolo’s, and get back in the game. No agonizing. No over analyzing. Just straight forward progression to meeting someone new. And it wasn’t because they were excited the guy didn’t like them- it was because they had CLOSURE. And logical closure at that. An understandable and relatable reason to no longer invest time or energy into someone. And then closure on your end would usually go something like this- “HE wasn’t into ME?? What an idiot. Well clearly the guy is delusional. And not to mention totally clueless on what size he actually wears. Thank God I found out now- I wonder if the Christian Grey look-a-like still goes to my Starbucks…? I need new shoes.”.
And just like that, you’re on to the next one. Not just the next one, but a sexier, funnier, smarter one. And hopefully richer. ALWAYS richer. If you’re not constantly upgrading the type of man you are dating, you are SO doing it wrong. #BombshellCode
But alas, that was then. And this… well, this is now.
Welcome to Generation Ghost.
The generation that decided just to skip the whole awkward “I’m sorry- I have to be up really early tomorrow” excuse and just straight up ignores you. This tactic can be deployed by either the male or female. Basically, whoever lost interest first, or found someone more interesting/hotter/taller/richer/dumber on Tinder. There are varying degrees of Ghosting, but in order for it to count as a full blown Ghost experience, the person must disappear out of the blue, with no logical reason or warning. I’m serious- you’re going to think they were struck by lightning. But usually a simple look at their social media will eliminate any doubt. In other words, if they can post a picture of their breakfast on Instagram, thereby confirming they still exist, but not respond to your text from 2 days ago, well… you can now consider your life the new sequel to Paranormal Activity.
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So here comes the real question about this new phenomenon- is it good or bad? Personally, I believe the answer depends on how fast you accept it- and react to it. In one way, we have eliminated the awkward and sometimes painful last minute date cancelations. There’s no need to come up with clever excuses as to why- food poisoning/my mom is sick/I have to wash my hair/I was in a tragic car accident that left me paralyzed. Cause we all know- the more incredulous the lie, the more believable it HAS to be.
But we’re also avoiding being honest. And more importantly- communication in general. This kind of treatment can only lead to one feeling disposable. I believe that no matter what the reason, we all deserve the right to know. You don’t have to believe it, or adjust your whole life/personality as a result of it- it IS just someone’s opinion after all. Like, if someone judged me for having too many clothes, I would point and laugh, and then move on happily. To Saks. Cause NO ONE needs that kind of negativity in their life. And look at that- in addition to a new dress for your next new (hotter/richer/funnier/smarter) date, you got honesty AND closure. Fuck yeah.
But when someone goes Ghost, you have two choices. Choice #1, you can be smart and recognize it. And I mean quickly. I’m not saying you should assume this is the case because a whole day went by without a text. But I WOULD say that you should start doing damage control and accept this could be the case. What you DO NOT do is start sending text after text. Which brings us to Choice #2, refusing to accept that anyone could be dumb enough to lose interest in you. So you’re going to spend the next few weeks over analyzing, texting, and feeling bad about yourself while figuring out what you did wrong. The fact is, someone IS dumb enough to lose interest in you. And that’s exactly how you have to look at it. That’s the thing with Ghosts- there will never be solid proof. Just a bunch of urban legends as to why he disappeared.
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Regardless of which route you take, this is the biggest challenge with Ghosting- the risk of OR belief in the Ghost coming back to life. With no closure, you can never really be sure. I mean, maybe he really WAS sick with the flu. For 3 months. With no ability to make contact cause he also had the Chicken Pox. And had to wear oven mitts. So he couldn’t text. I KNEW IT!!
Yep. He must be your Prince Charming. It just took 3 months worth of other women for him to see it.
You get my point? And just in case you’re still painfully unaware of the obvious, let me clarify- once someone goes Ghost, there is no coming back. Ever. Even Pet Cemetery couldn’t resuscitate this relationship. So exercise the demons. Preferably with a new man who actually does adore you. And puts you first. And puts all your fears of the paranormal at rest.
Take ownership and see the relationship, however long or short, for what it really was. Was it REALLY all that incredible? Or just convenient. Or maybe a little of both. Either way, chances are you’re going to look back and it will make sense as to why it didn’t work. And yes, a simple “Because he was a dick” is fine.
But finally, here is some good news with Ghosts. Unlike cheaters, ghosting is not an actual characteristic trait. So the whole “Once a cheater, always…” theory doesn’t apply here. It is still believed by both Ghost’s and Ghostees that when the right person comes along, Ghosting isn’t something to be worried about. Unless of course, he actually DOES get struck by lightning. And if that does happen, well, I would classify that as simply a case of good old fashioned karma.
So in the end, I guess we can put Ghosting in the Blessing category. Eventually. Way down the road when you’ve met The One, elusive as they may be. The real life man of your dreams who only makes excuses to spend more time with you (“Sorry Boss, I think I caught the flu….”). That’s when you can finally stop being afraid of ghosts, once and for all. And your scary dating past can become just another urban legend.
And finally, lets get back to good ol’ Jack Berger. What a piece of work this guy was. Do you remember how he broke up with Carrie? I know, I know- stupid question. Of course you do. It was the most incredible example of a douchebag you had EVER seen in your romantic life up to that point.
I’m sorry. I cant. Don’t hate me.
The Post-It. I bet it still makes you cringe. Except it shouldn’t. Not today anyways. Because we leave our own little break up Post-Its all the time. Except now we simply send them via text. So at the VERY least, thank Ghosting for saving you from having to deal with THAT.
And honestly, I have a lot to thank my own personal Ghosts for. They forced me to really look at myself and take responsibility. To grow up. And to accept that we don’t always get what we want- and that sometimes we SHOULDNT get what we want. And even more importantly, I gained the ability to take all the times that men made me feel like nothing, and then turn it into a big something. A voice. For you.
And as it turns out, I’m not as stupid as the ghosts in my life have made me feel.
And that’s the greatest self discovery of all.
So yeah- R.I.P. bitches.
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Fall Fashion Guide 1- Accessories
If Fashion Week taught us anything about Fall, it’s that its ALL about accessories this year.
Can I get an “Amen”?!
You see, I’m a Southern girl now who will put any Northerner’s bohemian game to shame during the summer season. But I will admit there is nothing I miss more than a gorgeous fall day- AND the ability to layer rich sweaters with fabulous coats. But I cant do that now. At least, not without looking completely ridiculous and risking heat stroke.
So accessories are the only way I get to play this season.
And. They. Are. MAJOR.
Beginning with colors, the winners for this season were a mixture of classic Fall staples, combined with new unexpected brighter hues. Marsala wine was a common site at Paris Fashion Week in Sept, mixed with jewel-like tones of coral and aqua to name a few. It is the perfect palate to transition from Summer’s natural/earthy tones and into Winter’s undoubtedly darker collection.
So what can you start splurging on now? Here’s the amazing part- pretty much anything and everything is fair game. Designers from Celiné to Lanvin all made dramatic statements with pretty much every type of accessory, with the key being to OVER-emphasize them. The bigger and more fabulously exaggerated, the better. Who can be mad at that??
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Get it? Got it? Good.
Moving on…
More amazing news? You don’t need to give up your fringe just yet. Gypsy souls rejoice! We still have one last season to make our favorite free spirit statement.
Balmain, Nina Ricci and Emilio Pucci were among many that kept the bohemian energy alive in their collections.
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Now here’s something you probably DIDN’T expect to see-
Brooches.
For women AND men. Pinned boldly on everything from shirts, to shoes, to hair (and I thought I was the only one known to do that…). Chanel and Gucci were the front runners with this statement, with special mention to Louis Vuitton for boldly going where I’m sure many men have not yet gone before.
And here’s a tip- you don’t need to spend a fortune to nail this look. This is probably the easiest, and cheapest trend to master. Two words- Thrift. Store. They are jam packed with some of the biggest, gaudiest brooches you’ve seen since your Grandma last sported one (don’t forget to raid her collection too!).
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And finally, lets all pause to appreciate me favorite trend this season… The sexiest, game killing accessory that hit the runways in September…
Second-skin Thigh High Boots.
And Dior KILLED it, pictured below, unleashing what were described as the “most desirable shoes of the season”.
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Now, considering its still only July, I don’t want you to get too depressed thinking about Fall. There’s still plenty of time left to spend in your bikini, soaking up the sun, and maybe a few margaritas. But we at least covered some basics to keep you on the prowl during your next shopping binge. Listed below is the link to my Fall Accessory board, which includes many more amazing looks to absolutely fall in love with. Just WAIT will you see the Bird of Paradise clutch from Fendi.
No, seriously. I would risk my life, and potentially 5 of my friends, for that bag.
Fall Fashion Guide 1- Accessories
Now go enjoy that margarita. Relax with a few magazines. And remember…
“Style is something each of us already has- we just have to find it”.
#BombshellCode
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Bad Blood
We’ve talked about fashion. We’ve talked about music. Now its time to balance it all out and get down to the dirty.
The one topic that continues to elude us all. Because like everything else, dating is also a constantly evolving game- except now there are more players and rules then ever before.
Lets go back to basics first. Starting with the most primal, natural, gratifying part of the whole process- the chase. The act of pursuing a partner that seems completely disinterested in your now sole mission in life. Its calculated. And for some men, its even art. Seduce and destroy. Or, seduce and actually fall in love. Either way, the rules used to be clear. Gestures were grand.
It was actually kind of romantic.
But those days are gone. The only evidence that they even existed are found in Romantic Comedies. You can thank THEM for giving you an unrealistic idea of what to expect today. I mean, if you’re a bird, I’m a bird, right??
Wrong.
Had The Notebook been written today, you would have seen Noah jump on Tinder the second he was single, swiping at a feverish pace to find the next great lay. Or, instead of reading to Allie at the end, he would have just sent her texts full of emoticons. Because any real words or questions might come off as too forward. Maybe every now and then she’ll get a dick pic (that he keeps stored in his phone because he’s sent it to 5 other girls already).
Uh huh. I bet you’re all suddenly relating now.
We don’t even HAVE rules anymore. By the time anyone can really come up with some, technology changes again, or a new app is released, and suddenly its all blurry again.
For instance- can you even DEFINE dating today? In fact, it sounds stupid to even still use the word since no one really even goes on dates anymore anyways. We “hang out”. When was the last time someone actually picked you up, took you out, dropped you off, walked you to your door….? Today, everyone meets somewhere. And then we find it charming if they tell us to text them that we got home safely. See- obviously they must like you.
Nope. Sorry. That’s just someone being a decent human being. Cause the real test comes after…
How long till either of you are checking your online dating accounts? If my theories are correct, HE was probably checking it periodically through your “date”. YOU waited till at least after you sent the follow up “Just got home, had a great time, insert every emoticon under the sun except for a heart cause that’s too forward”.
And there you have it. We don’t want easy (the chase), but yet, we DO want easy. Because we know that if there is something even remotely challenging about this person, or if they don’t meet our requirements (I mean, he’s not even 6 ft!?), we can go shop online for our next date. I mean, hang out in a public place that we both drove to. Sounds like a real fairytale…
It gets worse though. Lets say you’re now dating someone that you actually really do like, “flaws” and all (5’11 is almost 6 ft, after all). But are you dating?? Like, really dating. Like, exclusively banging each others brains out 3 to 4 nights a week? I mean, we’re sleeping together, and hang out all the time, so I guess so… But he hasn’t changed his Facebook status…? And he still has his POF account…? Wait- where did he say he was going tonight?? We haven’t had “the talk” yet… Its okay- I left enough of my stuff in his bathroom to mark my territory. And yes ladies- THAT is where all your bobbie pins and hair ties go. They are sacrifices to the dating Gods to warn all potential bitches that’s YOUR property. Have you ever been in a guys bathroom and saw a bobbie pin?? Universal girl code sign to “Run, Side Chick, ruuuunn!”.
Are you kidding me? You just had sex on his kitchen counter, but the idea of suggesting being exclusive seems too forward? To clingy? No, you’re right. Its better just to play it cool. You don’t want to pressure him, after all. I’m sure he just hasn’t gotten around to uninstalling his dating apps because he’s soooo wrapped up in you. And those pictures he liked on Facebook- I’m sure those bikini clad stripper looking girls are just old friends. Yep, you got yourself a real gentleman. Who needs The Notebook, or titles?
YOU DO.
Stop letting little shits like this change the rules of dating. Change the act of pursuing you. Change YOUR STANDARDS.
You are NOT hard to love. You are NOT setting an unrealistic standard.
When I talk about dating, I hear most of the blame being placed on men today. And I could not disagree more. I think men are pretty simple- when they like you, there is rarely any doubt. They call. They make plans. They keep plans. They make more plans.
Women on the other hand, well, we don’t seem to understand that. So we make excuses. Over-analyze on reasons why we haven’t heard from him. We give way to much when we get way too little. And with that, we have reinforced negative behavior. You didn’t hear from him for 3 days…, but he said he was busy…, it was a really tough week at work…., so I guess I’ll go over his place tonight…
Yeah, he must REALLY like you. Until 3 days turns into 5 days. 5 days turn into a week. And then a week turns into you crying into a pint of Ben & Jerry’s wondering what’s wrong with you. Next thing you know, you’re the next Taylor Swift. Except you don’t write songs- your weapon of choice is passive aggressive Facebook posts and Instagram quotes. Now, before you run out to buy a bunch of cats and declaring yourself a lesbian from here on out, let me break it down to you. Cause I’ve done the Ben & Jerry routine one too many times. There’s NOTHING wrong with you.
You just didn’t clarify what YOU wanted. What you needed. You put the focus on him. His needs. His rules. You silenced yourself when you shouldn’t have. All in the sake of playing it cool. And that’s exactly what happened. Because it probably never should have been in the first place. And if you would have spoken up about what YOU wanted, and how YOU felt, you would have seen this answer a lot sooner. Way before the emotional attachments started (that stupid pet name he gave you). Or the routines became consistent (we slept sooo good together). And definitely way before he ever made you feel bad about yourself, or what you deserve. You were easy. You were comfortable. And, eventually, you became replaceable.
So you see, its not always a good thing to be easy. Not when it comes at the cost of being honest. With yourself, and with him.
Be open about who you are. And direct about what you need.
Yeah, you’re probably still going to “hang out” with a lot of idiots. And get dick pics. Seriously guys- stop sending those. No one gets excited by them. But you’ll also save yourself a lot of time and heartache, freeing you to meet the guy that DOES pick you up. And deletes his Tinder account. And realizes upon meeting you what we already knew-
that if you’re a bird, he’s a bird.
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Summer Playlist
While trends and men come and go, one thing that will never change is my belief in this-
The greatest accessory in life is music.
Quoted in TIME Magazine in 1952, even Marilyn understood the importance of it-
“Its not true I had nothing on. I had the radio on.”
Maybe its a Bombshell thing?
You see, I have never been able to label myself, nor define myself by one style alone. Because many factors influence me daily. The biggest being what I begin my day listening to. For instance-
French jazz for when I’m feeling seductive.
Lounge for the designer in me.
Acoustic Alternative for my festival hippie side.
And so my tip for you is this-
The first thing you should put on every morning is the song you want to set your overall energy to for the day.
#BombshellCode
Below is a playlist created just for you. As a music fest junkie, this is my FAVORITE season (Hello, Coachella!). And my trademark bohemian style is a reflection of that. So this is a collection of personally selected tracks to bring that same free spirit energy to you, all summer long.
From the soundtrack to my life, to you.
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Summer Fashion Guide 1
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HELLO BEAUTIFUL….
Though summer has already started, I just made my debut.
So lets start by catching up on the biggest trends this season. From lustful faves by Chloe and Emilio Pucci, to binge-worthy summer staples by Free People, I’ve got your Beach Goddess look covered this season.
And its EXACTLY how we picture summer.
Below is your cheat sheet to the hottest looks of the season. Wear them one at a time, or be bold and mix multiple statements together in one look. Remember Bombshell- style is about expression. Think about what you want to say.
Oh- you just came back from the Hamptons? Monochromatic white is ALL you.
You’re a man-eating female on the hunt? Find the loudest, boldest print to ensure every eye is on you.
See what I mean?
And now, in no particular order, here are our winners for Summer 2015:
LACE– We’re talking dresses so sheer and delicate you’ll wonder how they stay on. At least, till you’ll want them to come off.
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BOLD PRINTS– bonus points if you mix them. Even animal print is okay in little pops. Remember- the key is to keep the look more boho, and less safari. Or Jersey.
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SILVER– the bigger, the better (#bombshellcode). Seriously. Let them speak for themselves. Find a necklace so big that wearing anything under it is simply out of habit.
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MONOKINIS– there is literally NO limit to how sexy these can get. While I was never one for the high waisted look, I can not get enough of these sexy one pieces.
Who ever thought you would say that??
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BOHEMIAN– Bet you thought this look was over? Me too. And I was dreading it. I was clutching on to my turquoise till the dirty end. Fortunately, it shows no signs of going ANYWHERE. In fact, it’s only just started. Chloe SLAYED it this year, with looks from Paris Fashion Week that still make my knees weak. And their Resort 2016 line promises to be even MORE awe-inducing.
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WHITE- Hair. Clothes. Accessories. EVERYTHING.
And the contrast between white accessories and tan skin is utterly gorgeous. But bronzer users- proceed with caution.
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So how do we tie this all together? First, start HERE to see what I’m swooning over.
Next, recover. I told you these looks were insane.
Now lets talk beauty. And by beauty, I mean tan. Its the most important accessory you’ll need this summer. UV rays not necessary. FINALLY, the world has started to make sense by creating self-tanners that actually look (and smell) like the real thing. I have tried them all (you can thank me later after you’ve skipped the whole nuclear orange phase) and there was only one winner. Streak-free hands down. Thank you St Tropez for making all my tanning dreams come evenly true. Visit here to see for yourselves.
Now don’t forget to give good face. I have a whole post dedicated to the perfect summer look HERE. Its effortless. Its sexy. Its PERFECT.
So there you go, bombshell. You’re ready to strut your smokin’ self where ever summer’s adventures may lead you. Have fun, take risks and love life. The sexiest thing you will ever wear is your confidence.
So own it.
And remember that when in doubt, always, ALWAYS go with the outfit that first comes to mind.
#bombshellcode
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A Perfect Lie…
https://open.spotify.com/track/7G852cXa8LBspMja7NvTSs
HELLO, GORGEOUS….
And welcome to my “mlog”.
It seems fitting that my first post should be more of a description of that very word. A preface of sorts. A reason to anticipate crave the next post.
Model + Blog = Mlog
Clever, right?
You see, I believe I have a talent. And it’s not modeling. Its COLLABORATING. The thrill of each shoot isn’t the shoot itself. Its the pulling of wardrobe. Its the collecting of pieces. Its breathing life into the ideas in my head. Down to every little detail. The images are simply the final result. The climax.
The images are me. And by “me” I’m referring to that person in your head you wish you could be. Not because you cant- but because you’re afraid. Have you ever found yourself saying “I could never pull that off….”? THAT is you making an excuse. And that is what I hope to change.
Why?
Because you deserve to know that YOU are fucking gorgeous. And as long as you believe that, you can pull off any look your fierce little heart desires.
I have a gut instinct that I follow. From shopping, to getting ready for work, to prepping for a shoot, to lounging like a goddess at home. That instinct is a mixture of the tone that I want to set, and the foundation of how I want to feel. In other words- expression.
“Style is a way to say who you are without having to speak”
So I’m going to share all my secrets with you. In a series of fashion adventures. Whether its packing for NYC, shooting in Miami, or date night in Tampa (yes, I kiss and tell…). And while you may regret the guy, you will never regret how you looked. Because this is about YOU.
And because I believe in details, each post will include a song to help further set the tone. Because I don’t shoot or dress without music. And maybe a few other things, too…
So get ready Bombshell- I’m going to expose myself in the hopes of inspiring you to not only just pull it off, but to own it.
And with that, I will leave you my first rule:
1. Don’t EVER concern yourself with what others think.
Ever.
There is a huge difference in how you make others feel, and how you let others make you feel. If I worried about what every bitch thought of me, I’d be just that- another worried bitch. And quite frankly, I feel the world has enough of those. So brush them off. Embrace the fact that if you are going to live your life as strong, confident, beautiful female (or as a fine ass male) you WILL have critics. That’s good. Embrace them. They are your biggest fans.
Live your life for you. Dress for you. Date for you.
#BombshellCode
Get used to seeing that.
Now, take in everything you read here. Let it sink in. Start thinking of all those amazing things you have wanted to do/try/wear/say, but haven’t found the reason to yet.
Because THIS is your reason.
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