About Lo

I'm 20. I'm ambitious, and I am completely in love with fashion. I love beautiful words and words written beautifully (whether in literature or in their style of typography). I crave great food, great wine, and great coffee. I want to see the world, and I sing a lot. But that's just the beginning

Gust | Monday Playlist

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Well we’ve made it to Halloween week. The week when cobwebs are acceptable, being spooked is the norm and… Christmas music has started to play in three too many stores already. I can’t even talk about the commercials that have already started airing.

ONE HOLIDAY AT A TIME, AMERICA, COME ON.

Monday playlist this week is upbeat to keep you moving through this eerie week. Halloween is next weekend, so if you’re still trying to figure out your costume hopefully this list can get you through your fierce brainstorming sesh about how you’ll achieve being the most cleverly decked out at your upcoming masquerade.

(Pro tip: Marco YOLO is a great route to go).

Enjoy!

Speak to you soon,

 

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Milan, Italy | Photo Diary

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The moment when I realized I’d left my cell phone on the table was a moment that was full of emotion–first silently and then loud. Profanities bounced off the walls of our tiny AirBNB apartment as I paced and retraced my steps of the afternoon in my brain.

Finally after going through my mental rolodex of curses, I determined that the only place it could possibly be was at the tavern with the slightly-too-sweet tiramisu. We were all the way back across town in our apartment and for a moment I thought “I can do this trip without my phone.” Then reality swung a punch and I realized “no, you absolutely cannot you fool.”

With a pit in my stomach and eyes to the ground I saw the pavement blur by as began to run (with little to no dignity or faith and a shortage of breath) to where I hoped my phone still remained.  Back down into the metro I’d go, barreling onto the train and then back off again; speed walking under the shade of the duomo, across the piazza, down the narrow alleys and finally stumbling into the kitchen of the tavern.

I probably could’ve come across less panicked (it probably seemed like I’d left my child there) but the servers understood, even through my broken Italian, what was going on. After the longest two minutes of my life, the owner finished his phone call, reached behind the counter and handed it to me with a smile. I have never been so happy in my life. Bless you sweet, sweet Italian man. May you be forever blessed with lots of happy customers to your restaurant of checkered tablecloths and delicious lasagna. Please take care of your bee problem on the patio. Sincerely, Lauren.

There will never come a day when Italy does not hold a special place in my heart. Since my first visit there in 2011 I’ve known that the Italian lifestyle is one I can get behind. Schedules are more relaxed, there’s always pizza (or calzones), sentences sound like songs rather than statements, being surrounded by centuries old architectures with one million stories to imagine, dinners that run late into the night, wine continually flowing and.. the men. The Italian men, ya’ll. My kryp-to-nite.

 

And next time I’m in Italy? The south. I’m aching to see the Amalfi coast, Sardinia, and the secret panini places hidden in alleys in the smallest towns. They’re always the best.

Speak to you soon!

 

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By & By | Monday Playlist

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Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter.

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Monday playlist day! Favorites are Broods, Grace Mitchell, Rayland Baxter and Yumi Zouma. Check it!

Speak to you soon!

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Whole 30 & Flirty | Lifestyle Post

Beef-Pumpkin-Stew-WMI’ve found that, generally, people in Seattle tend feel guilty about two things:

1. not being able to find the recycling bin (I’ve been the receiver of these confessions more times than I can count) and 2. their diet. The words “whole 30″, “paleo”, and “gluten free” have been sung into my ears so many times, in fact, that I’ve actually decided to give them a shot.

Why?

It all started a few weeks ago when I noticed that, if I was reclined a certain way, I could use my stomach as a table to hold my microwaved burrito while I watched Game of Thrones.

Now, it would be unfair to neglect to mention that ever since the Beyonce concert in Paris I have been on a mission to reshape my body to the proportions of the queen…but we all know that booty doesn’t come from half-ass squats done on a yoga mat in a studio apartment on Capitol Hill. So as I was half-sitting up on the couch, audibly pleading for Jon Snow to love me I then thought, “what if I change up my diet and add in some lunges to the apartment workout circuit? THEN I’ll be on the yellow brick road to booty-ville.”

So now here we are–knee deep in protein, leafy greens, and a vicious craving for those pillsbury halloween sugar cookies with the little ghosts on ‘em. My favorite paleo-friendly recipe I’ve made so far is very “fall” apprope: Pumpkin+Beef stew (via meatified).  It’s super hearty and flavorful and it makes a lot (which is great because this meal prep thing is a strenuous activity for us modern microwave-burrito-eating women).

Super excited to see how I start to feel with the introduction of a healthier food pyramid into my life. I’ll keep ya’ll updated on how it’s going with the recipes and use you as a support group for when I start to miss bread so much that I’m writing it sonnets.

Hopefully the combination of the lack of pizza and additional, vigorous lunging means that my transformation into the queen will happen sooner rather than later. This once basic booty is about to get bey-utiful.

 

Speak to you soon!

 

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South of France | Photo Diary

sofPROMOcannes8cannes14cannes10 monaco3cannes13monaco2nice1The South of France was like stepping onto a movie set; everything felt so glamourous.

When we traipsed off the train in Cannes, it was almost too easy to fall into the lifestyle of the quaint, french resort town. Every morning was spent lazily, draped across the furniture in the den sipping coffee and checking emails until hunger took over. After preparing our breakfasts of quiche and fresh mango, we’d open the big french doors and take our plates out to the glorious balcony that overlooked Rue d’Antibes (the main street in Cannes).

Around early afternoon we’d embark on adventures for the day. We hopped a train to Monaco and picnicked in the park and to Nice to link arms and chasse down the boardwalk. Sitting in beachside chairs facing the Cote d’Azur, we imagined the luxurious lives awaiting others in the oceanfront penthouse suites above. (Fear not, between popping into the shops and exploring the alleys, we found plenty of time for wines and cheeses.)

Each night the sunsets appeared to be painted onto the sky and they echoed across the pristine panes of the windows that paneled the romantic buildings lining every avenue. The south of France is as beautiful as we hoped. We finished the days almost just as we had started them: on the balcony. Wine in hand and the aromas of dinner wafting through the french doors that lead back into our charming AirBNB apartment.

As a million stars filled the sky and were uninterrupted by any big city lights, all I could think about was how perfect the easygoing nature of the south of France had been for us. Paris was calling and after a few days we’d be thrust back into the familiar routine of fast-paced traveling. For now, it was okay to take it slow. After all, traveling isn’t about how many extravagant attractions you see or how many trip-advisor recommended restaurants you eat in. It’s about the moments; it’s about the experience; it’s about the little things.

In the long run, they’re what you remember most.

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For When it Rains | Monday Playlist 10.13

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The rainy seasons is upon us in Seattle, and for most people that means the onset of seasonal depression and general loneliness. For me? It’s soup time. Also, I just got a new raincoat and things are about to go from soggy to sassy. Strut through those monday morning rain sprinkles, miss thang.

I’ve got a lot to rave about this week (brace yourselves, posts are actually coming), but on the music front I’ve been obsessed with a few albums: 1) Halfnoise | Volcano Crowe, 2) Childish Gambino | Kauai, and 3) The Preatures | Blue Planet Eyes. Those are the albums I’ve had on loop. There’s a lot of variety genre wise, and you can ride that music wave allll through the week.

This weeks playlist is 100% inspired by the fact that fog and mist are about to be a part of every day of my life for the next few months. Might as well make the most of it, right?

Don’t let the rainy days get you down! Especially rainy Mondays.

Speak to you soon!

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