College Fashion Week NYC: Primping Party

Landmark Renaissance buildings, cocktails and couture,
makeovers and Baked by Melissa- College Fashion Week has officially
kicked off in NYC — and guess who was selected to be one of the 16
college women to model in the NYC CFW show!
I spent Friday night in SoHo at the BareMinerals studio and
store, which was hosting the “primping party” for those of us who were
modeling in the fashion show the next day — as well as our friends!
The atmosphere was bubbling thanks
bm partyto the tunes from the awesome DJ that the
BareMinerals and CFW crew set up at the
front of the studio, as well as the
cocktails and cupcakes — Baked by Melissa
of course, what else could we expect to
snack on at a chic boutique SoHo event?
The models and our friends were
treated to early evening makeovers in the
studio, giving us plenty of time to go out
looking fabulous and show off our BareMinerals
glow! But before we could have that luxury, it
was time to practice our runway walk. And where
better to gain the confidence to walk a runway
with over 500 people watching you, many of who
are from magazines, but on the streets of NYC?
The models lined up in the orders that we had
been placed in for the show. I learned that the Saturday night NYC CFW
Fashion Show would be featuring three different looks, and that I had been
selected to be in “Model Group A,” which was featured in both the first and
third looks, and would require an outfit, makeup and hair style change in less
than twenty minutes.
Trying to put my nerves aside I began to strut down the SoHo
sidewalk,practicing my poses while being watched by confused New Yorkers
and tourists whokept stopping on my runway, wondering what they had just
walked right into (in some cases, quite literally walked right into). After walking the “runway” bm party mea few times, the model 

coordinator gave us a rundown of the schedule for the
pre-show and show and sent us off to get some beauty sleep before 9PM. I
collected my
friends from the nearby Chobani store and we shopped for a bit in
Anthropologie, watched
a few episodes of Sex and the City at my friend’s apartment on Thompson Street, and then headed home to Fordham where we decided to strut
down Arthur Ave. to meet our friends for
an hour or so and show off our
professionally done makeup. The weekend of fashion had officially begun!

You can find more pictures in the Photo Album :)

thanks for reading guys!
stay classy! xx

Muggles Must Solve Gender Inequality

     If you’ve never gone to a Harry Potter midnight 
movie premiere, or even better, the midnight book 
release party at your local Barnes & Noble, you’ve 
never encountered the die-hard, and entirely enamored 
fan base that J.K. Rowling’s British brilliance created. 
I attended all of these releases and, like many others, 
have read the entire series multiple times. As if this 
did not validate my love of the series, I also played 
“Hedwig’s Theme” on piano in my fourth grade talent show, 
while dressed up as Hermione. Furthermore, I am currently 
tackling the task of reading the books in Italian — maybe 
being dubbed a “Harry Potter nerd” doesn’t even cut it for 
me.
     Though it’s been many years since I first read 
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, my love for the 
series and its set of iconic characters has not been at all 
subdued. In fact, just this week, the respect I have for my 
childhood role model Hermione Granger, now transformed into 
my young adult role model, Emma Watson, has skyrocketed.
     Bringing together two of the things I take most interest 
in, Hermione and feminist issues, the United Nations Women’s 
Conference asked Watson to speak on the topic of feminism and 
the progress, or lack thereof, that has been made throughout 
the world. In her speech Watson joked, “You may be wondering 
who is this Harry Potter girl and what is she doing at the U.N.” 
However, her question provides the answer to its inquiry. All 
throughout the Harry Potter series, Watson’s character is an 
example of what it means to be a feminist. From an impressively 
young age, Hermione was assertive, strong-willed, fearless and 
had a strong sense of self. She was the perfect role model for 
any young girl, and continues to be one today. Watson was chosen 
to be the face of the HeforShe Movement, and she embodies the best 
of Hermione’s qualities in real life.
     With Hermione Granger as my role model, she showed me that it 
was more than okay to be an intelligent, assertive female, and 
caused me to become a feminist at an incredibly young age. When I 
was seven, I joined a baseball team and proved that even though I 
was a girl, I could play just as well as, if not better than, the 
boys. When I was 16, I finished the manuscript for my first novel. 
I sent it to publishing houses for the first time that year, and 
was told in response to create either a male or an androgynous 
alias, because it would be easier for a supposed “male” writer to 
break into the industry. As a girl and as a woman I’ve faced 
adversity throughout my life because of the fact that I am a 
female. And I will be the first to tell you why my gender will 
never limit me.
     Although attempts at improving equality of the sexes have 
been made, equality has yet to be reached. In just minutes, Emma 
provided the clearest explanation of the problems that feminists, 
those who are afraid to declare themselves feminist, and those 
who do not understand the term “feminist,” have been facing. 
Watson stated eloquently, “I think it is right that I am paid the 
same as my male counterparts… able to make decisions about my own 
body… involved in the policies and decisions that will affect my 
life… and that socially, I am afforded the same respect as men.” 
To many, these statements are already believed to be true. 
However, the disturbing and frightening reality is that in society 
today, there is not one country in the world where all women can 
expect to have these rights — the rights that many naively believe 
to be natural human rights.
     Until our society rejects double standards gender equality 
will be impossible. Every time we call a girl “bossy” and a boy 
“assertive,” we are normalizing double standards. Everytime we 
complain a woman only got a promotion because of the way she 
dresses and not the work she does, we take a step away from 
equality. By raising the awareness of this issue, the U.N. can 
get people to understand the severity of the fact that over half 
of the world’s population is still struggling with receiving 
their basic human rights.
     When I was 18, my yearbook quote was the following mantra, 
said by Eleanor Roosevelt, “you must do the thing you think you 
cannot do.” I do not believe that there should be internal social 
boundaries based on society’s expectations of us that limit what 
females and males can do. I believe that all people have the 
capacity to do extraordinary things, and that it is out of line 
to tell someone that they cannot do something, especially just 
because of his or her gender.
     It is time for us to begin making the small changes so that 
equality can stop being something that we strive for, and instead 
something that we see in our daily lives. Personally, I’m tired 
of waiting for these unjust social 
boundaries to be lifted, and I am ready to experience the amazing 
things that 
women and men in our society can do. We all have it in us — it is 
time to start being extraordinary.

stay classy! xx

Previously published in The Fordham Ram.

New York, I’m Honored

Musings from the top of the Empire State Building, Floor 102new york, i'm honored   A lot of times in life things seem to move so fast that we 
can barely catch our breath and find the energy to keep up. 
The incessant vibrancy and energy that the city gives off is 
impossible to ignore. The city breathes circles around us, 
making us feel powerless and insignificant when compared to 
the skyscrapers and brilliant billboard lights. 
   It makes us feel like we aren’t doing enough, when there 
is so much movement buzzing around us, speeding ahead of us. 
But the funny thing is, that in all this time, when we know 
that the city is alive, and moving, and breathing, and 
creating serendipitous miracles to happen all over at any 
given time, we never paused to realize that we missed 
something. 
   The city has a heart. So big that it makes the lights 
twinkle all throughout the day and night, shine on the 
reflection of the Hudson and on the raindrops on the ledge of 
the Highline in Chelsea. And this heart is so intertwined in 
itself, so connected through systems and powers that we cannot 
understand, that we cannot even spot it from 102 stories above 
at the top of the Empire State Building. Contrary to popular 
tourist opinion, the heart of the city is not Times Square. 
   The heart is found in the giggles of children and business 
people alike in Washington Square Park, popping giant bubbles 
under the arch in front of the fountain. The heart is on the 
steps of the Met, where so many footprints pass through everyday. 
The heart is in the couple that is buying their first New York 
City apartment together, making it together, starting a real life 
together. The heart is in the awestruck eyes of a girl who is 
frightened, because she has realized that the pure love and 
excitement that she feels for the city is stronger than anything 
she’s felt for a man. The heart is in all of us. We cannot see the 
heart because we carry it. Because it is due to what is within us 
that we have such an amazing city to live in. 
   And it is humbling to see the beauty of the city from above. 
To remove oneself from the world in which we are nothing but 
selfish and self-concerned. To step back for a moment and realize 
that the place from which we have come, to which we belong, likes 
to dance. And to move. And to breathe. And to live. As do we. And 
in an instant the city, something that was once so concrete, just 
a place where we walked and dwelled and stared at the beauty, 
became something greater.    And though I carry a piece of the heart 
of the city, I know that I am also in love with it too. Now the city 
is a part of me and I’ve vowed to remain a part of it. And no matter 
how crowded or traffic-filled or loud, I embrace it. Because the 
dance of the city is one that cannot be duplicated or choreographed 
or mimicked by another. The city is the most unique place I’ve ever 
been, thing I’ve ever met. 
   And one day I might meet a guy who embodies this same fabulous 
quality—who brings something different all the time, spontaneous 
and serendipitous, keeps me happy even on a rainy day, makea me 
feel special without getting jealous, gives me hope as I look up 
at him, as I do the buildings, that although I’m so small and the 
world is much bigger, that I am still so close to the center, to 
the heart, that I will make a difference in it. That the 
insignificant footprints I am leaving will matter to someone, will 
help someone. And this hope always draws me right in. Into the 
heart that’s forever inside me, next to my own, becoming one. It’s 
an honor to be here, in the presence of such greatness. I can only 
have hope that I too have the power to be the next great thing.

stay classy! xx

My Body, My Choice

On Sept. 1, 2014, a vicious wave of attacks on privacy raced 
through the Internet at a speed known only to those fluent in 
hacker jargon and computer programming. Hundreds of nude and 
suggestive photos of high-profile female celebrities, which 
had been allegedly acquired through a major hack, were leaked 
on the websites 4chan and Reddit. Over 100 celebrities such as 
Kate Upton, Jennifer Lawrence and Arianna Grande became instant 
victims, as hackers stole personal photos from their cell phones.

The public’s reaction to the scandal seemed to move in stages. 
First, they believed that this breach of privacy seemed so 
impossible that upon hearing the rumors, they raced to their 
smartphones and computers to see if it was true. Most of the 
public clicked and tapped until they found what they thought 
could not really exist, and in this way the public also 
violated the privacy of over 100 high-profile female 
celebrities.

When people realized the pictures were real, more posts began 
to flood news outlets and public Internet forums. The most 
popular comments ran along the lines of “how did they do it,” 
“I can’t believe she took nude photos” or for the less 
computer savvy, “where can I find the photos so I can see for 
myself?”

As the “Ohmigod, no way” stage of the public’s reaction began 
to die, a more rational response began to grow and spread 
among the masses. The details of the incident had become 
clearer; only women had been targeted and had their privacy 
grossly violated. The time had come to stop viewing the 
hacking as simply an unheard of, entertaining scandal and 
to start getting angry that the rights of so many women had 
been infringed upon with such widespread sexual harassment.

Actress Lena Dunham, whose phone was not hacked, pleaded with 
her fans to react to the photos with integrity through a 
series of tweets. She wrote, “The way in which you share your 
body must be a CHOICE. Support these women and do not look at 
the pictures,” as well as “Remember, when you look at these 
pictures you are violating these women again and again. It’s 
not okay.”

Fortunately, it was not long before a lot of the public started 
to follow Lena’s lead and react similarly. Now it was Reddit’s 
turn to blush and peek at the loss of its reputation and 
credibility forever.

In an ill-thought-out attempt to win back the public’s favor, 
these websites decided to donate the profits they had made on 
the pornographic photos to charities. First, because Jennifer 
Lawrence had once donated to the Prostate Cancer Foundation 
(PCF), Reddit decided to do the same. Much to its embarrassment, 
PCF responded to the donation by issuing the following public 
statement: “We would never condone raising funds for cancer 
research in this manner. Out of respect for everyone involved, 
and keeping with our own standards, we are returning all 
donations that resulted from such posts.”

Reddit was not deterred by this. They immediately began to 
transfer the rejected donation money to the charity water.org. 
Not only were these dirty funds rejected again, but Reddit’s 
donation page was shut down and will eternally read, “You have 
changed 0 lives to access with safe water.”

This perv-shaming is something that we should see more. A lot 
of people’s initial reactions were right to judge the hackers 
for infringing on something so private, but it cannot hurt to 
remember that the celebrities who took the suggestive and nude 
photos of themselves are not in the wrong — not in the least 
bit. It is not illegal or uncommon for people to take sexy and 
suggestive photos of themselves. As Lena Dunham said, “the way 
in which you share your body must be a CHOICE.”

The celebrities targeted in this hack did not have the intention 
of sharing their bodies with the entire Internet community. The 
photos were their personal belongings, which were stolen from 
them and unethically and illegally shared with the rest of the 
world. Nothing makes this ok, and it is my hope that the hackers 
will be forced to own up to their crimes.

thanks for reading,
stay classy! xx

Previously published in The Fordham Ram.

The Silhouette

I ride
Smooth sailing engine down the Big Apple streets
Partition drawn up catching whispers and breaths
Though I may lead the way I still sit in the background
Spotlights reflecting, bending from me to them.

I am invisible
The vehicle, the messenger, the speaker
Collect all their secrets and empty glasses
They may know me not yet I stay like a ghost
But their lives are more haunted than we’ve ever thought

I am the keeper
In my hands I hold the keys to their life
Push the pedals and stop at wherever I like
But some follow and stalk and intrude on their world
In photos I’m faded, just a pawn in their show

I am their envy
My life is worth living
Spontaneous, full of risks
I go out without worry I’ll turn up on page 6

I am the silhouette
Amongst glamour and glitter I exist as just me
Ever watching the flashes attack through the glass
I’ll revisit that lifestyle every once in a while
In the rich backlit shadow of the black Escalade 

Vintage Valentino and Oscar de la Renta.. It’s That Time of Year Again!

     Let me tell you something. Victoria’s Secret Angel 
black leather T-strap wedges, white crochet form-fitting
mid-calf dress, red leather vintage Valentino cross body
bag and Oscar de la Renta tortoise and gold sunglasses
makes one hell of an outfit to kick of New York City
Fashion Week! (And an even better way to spend the last
day before classes!)
     In addition to scoping out the last-minute early
morning set up of Mercedes-Benz New York City Fashion Week
at Lincoln Center, I was in the audience for Live! With
Kelly and Michael. It was my second time in the audience
and I was so excited to be returning, especially after the
magical experience I had my first time — the cast of Magic Mike
had been on that day, enough said. This time, the show provided
me with a complimentary breakfast and much-needed coffee as I
had woken up at 4:30AM in order to get to the set on time!
     The show’s guests were Jesse Metcalfe, John Tucker in the
ever-famous “John Tucker Must Die,” and also the tall dark and
handsome star on the hit show “Nashville!” Also Live Schreiber,
who plays Ray Donovan on the show “Ray Donovan” (no way!) And
the musical guests were Nick Carter, who just happened to be
one of my first celebrity loves, and the lead singer of
New Kids on The Block, Jordan Knight. The two of them have
collaborated and put together an album “Nick & Knight” and the
sound was an interesting combination of the Backstreet Boys
somewhat grown up…
     The show was so much fun to be a part of as always, I got
to throw huge yellow smiley face beach balls down at Kelly,
Michael and Jesse Metcalfe! Now how many people can say that
they’ve done that? The hosts are hilarious on and off-camera,
always joking and miraculously making the surprisingly shy Liev
laugh and crack some jokes of his own! I love getting to see such
pure talent at such a close proximity, it makes me wonder about
all of the things I can do with my (tentative) communications major.
     As for the rest of my week, I cannot wait to get back over to
Lincoln Center for more Fashion Week surprises! Let the parade of
black Escalades and limousines commence down 60th Street! I will keep
posting pictures in my album guys, sorry about the delays, I’ve just
started classes and the dreaded homework has begun to haunt me in stacks
on my desk. But homework can wait, because the city still calls and my
favorite model and style inspiration, Chiara Ferragni, is in New York
for Fashion Week! Hopefully I’ll be able to snap a picture with her too!

Thanks for reading,
stay classy! Xx

The Seekers

The stars play hide and seek
With the skylines in your eyes
Double vision horizons
Deepening blue ocean tones

Lightweight tinseled breath,
Inhaling constellations — connections.
Under the surface, we exist.
We are the seekers.
But what are “we”?

Each twinkling shoots,
Knocking their neighbors like bocce in summer
Bringing them closer, more intimate,
Yet further by distance.

They travel the slide of the little big dipper
Of the combinations of which we do not know the names
And they move to the music of our goofy laughter
As the sunrise peeks through the dawn’s glaze.

In the day’s late hours we find the answers
We find the stars but not the how
Our nets can’t reach the heights above us
We see the future — but not the path.

My Childhood Metronome

Childhood echoes bounce through my window
A nostalgic drumming that still peeks through my blinds
A beat with no answer
A tune without time
The metronome pauses for years without warning

Is it battery-run, did the battery die?
Can you replace something that was never alive?
Or just spark with what fuels an all-natural engine?
A hybrid of sorts, retains only your mention.

Childhood ghosts creep up on me slowly
The metronome teases like a lunchroom bully
It ticks to the rapid beat of my heart
Matches unsteady speeds that can’t keep me apart

And the love in this speed ignites life in non-living,
Light in the darkest of those done believing,
Hope in the worst parts of the webbed corners,
And faith in the surest of ambitious forewarners.

Childhood laughter keeps up on replay
The giddiness leaving beaver teeth shining,
Swirling ten years through a chiseled jaw-line,
Memories mapping a tight compass bind

A Conversation With Cancer

Cancer:

“ A half empty cup can never be full
To hear a pessimist is quite optimistic
For many feel insane that they are loosing control
Of the feelings caught in the seams of their smiles

Others can feel a similar shudder,
Knowing that pain can never go away
For its memory is constantly intact
Spiking and pricking
In the threads of the blaze of reflections

The countenance of a climax is rarely a glow
The concoction that stress and pressure subdues is erratic—
And crazily it is the drug that most crave.

Most pined for feeling,
Surreptitiously smashing the dreams of the illness
I grin half a smile and drink
from the chalice I hide with my scheming
Breaking the rule of stereotypes alike
And forever living in a luxe era of fortitude. “
The Victim:

“ He sits in my backyard.
Fat, round, taking lives like they’re candy
Hushing voices like a mute button
Stealing time like a plague

Yes he thinks he’s a winner
Constantly growing stronger,
A fighter,
But the coward he is makes him hesitate this long

No, the champion is you, her, him, me
We stand up and face this insidious trial
Keep revolting, supporting, accepting the aid
Against a greedy life-sucker who’s out of his place

We rise to the game he’s created for pleasure
For consumption of pain and breath all the same,
We kill off lost time cell by cell, drip by drip

He sits mouth agape ugly dumbfounded
At the Courage and Faith that Love helps us have
At the fact that he lost the game he created
Dead as the doorknob to the oncology room. ”

Fences and Thrones

If only you’d stopped running,
You’d know the truth by now,
If you’d only brought your head back
Down from all those clouds,
And I’m disappointed that in all that
Time you were the one,
Who would blend with all the others—
Another one that loves to run.

So you’re sitting on the staircase,
Drinking there alone,
And I’m waiting on the other side
Of promises unknown,
And our friendship dies with every sip
Of whiskey that you take,
For how much longer, do you think
I’m actually gonna wait.

And so I stand distracting,
Myself from all I’ve known,
Of you and what you want to do;
I’ve left that on your throne—
And I can dance, all by myself,
And find another guy,
But deep within I know it’s you
Who should be by my side.

And it’s just too tough to look at,
From a rational perspective,
Cause I’ve barely known you,
But the power’s been elective,
And the feelings are irrational
Way too strong for sense,
But in your eyes, I can see—
I’m not alone on this fence.