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If you can bounce high, bounce for her too…

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It seems that all the best Fitzgerald interpretations come by way of Australia. Is it the gold mines? The sprawling coasts? Whatever inspires the psyche to produce such effortless decadence, obviously blessed Katie Louise Ford and Tim Nichols, the scandalously brilliant duo who last year launched The Gold Hatted Lovers. Both a vintage apparel marketplace and an independent label, the Golden Hatted Lovers is the go-to site for the picnic apparel you hithero couldn’t source (*ahem* that cape–see below!). Even better, all GHL items are ethically produced and handmade. And if you would prefer *actual* vintage, to *inspired,* they have you covered. Alongside their Spring/ Summer 2014 line, GHL continuously curates a hand-picked list of vintage clothing. 

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landscape05With all this South Bend snow, I can’t help but dream of rolling green grass, picnics a-plenty, and the perfect one-piece suit to take a flying leap into a secluded lake. Maybe laying out on a wooden dock in tinted sunglasses and an oversize hat, reciting “Ulalame”?

So here’s the answer, and there’s really only one downside to the collection, which is none other than Australian shipping prices. After long thought on this matter, I have decided that the best remedy is to buy in bulk, thus lowering your shipping costs overall. landscape01

 

Throw Back Thursday: Vizcaya

IMG_3406It was last year, around this time, and I was deeply, madly, unabashedly in love with a certain pair of Anthropologie shorts. So much so, that I still have the picture I took as reference so that I could show the workers what they looked like (just in case) as I began the long wait for what is the double markdown (or bi-annual sale on the sales) at Anthro. IMG_1443

Well, mere moments after I finally got the shorts of my dreams, we threw ourselves in the car and went to Miami (clearly in the honeymoon phase). I’m afraid that today, besides telling you that my shoes were Clarks, watch was Target, shirt was GAP, and glasses were Disney, this isn’t about fashion. This is a travel blog.

Allow me to take you to one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been:

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from Instagram.

Vizcaya. Nestled down a verdant road across from the planetarium in Miami is a palisade befitting Fitzgerald’s musings. All at once a coral cove, deserted beach, Victorian jaunt, and tycoon’s mistress, Vizcaya sits on the coast pleasantly secluded from downtown Miami, but with a perfect view of the skyscrapers in the not-so-distance.

IMG_3253 2Built in 1914 on 180 acres, Vizcaya was the European-inspired brainchild of American harvesting magnate James McCormick-Deering. They wouldn’t let me take pictures of the inside (I did manage one or two equally sneaky and shaky ones that aren’t worth showing), and I would like to note that these were all taken on my Iphone. With that in mind, try to envision how much better the real thing is…

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IMG_3271The entrance to the pool:

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From Instagram

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I particularly loved this man-made island-functioning-as-a-dock right outside the sitting room.

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The Atrium. I just wanted to sit there and write poetry. Alternatively, it seems like the perfect arena to reenact the Liesal/ Kurt Sixteen Going on Seventeen love scene if anyone would like to oblige my ever present need to jump across benches.

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From Instagram.

Too bad there were no benches. I suppose that would make a good subject for a terrible poem.IMG_3299 IMG_3300 The Gardens:IMG_3306IMG_3309IMG_3311IMG_3324 IMG_3328I know this is a bit different than the regularly scheduled program, but it was so beautiful (and my shorts were so en pointe— even after two markdowns), I thought it might make for a nice stroll down memory lane.

Shared to TrendSpin on TheFashionCanvas and Simbaco’s Instagram Travel Thursday (on that note, I’m @bexwrecks on instagram if you’d like to follow me).

Barrister’s Ball

Barrister’s Ball was definitely an experience. It was both hilarious and surprising to see all my fellow law students transform from the squibbling (pretty sure I just invented this word) lumps of sparse hair and lumpy fabric into people with surprisingly toned bodies (for people who read all day) looking for action (outside the courtroom).

But I digress. To pictures!

DSC_0061My main qualm? WHY CAN’T MY SHOES BE IN EVERY PICTURE? Is that too much to ask? Anyway to the details. I decided (for once) that in an effort to save money, I would not buy a new dress. I need a new dress like I need a bad grade (although after I saw Leigha’s floor length French Connection number I had to bite my lip and remember that jealousy is a mean and vicious mistress). Of course, that meant I could splurge on accessories *ahem* expand my shoe and clutch collections.

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Hi-lo dress: XOXO from Macys (holla! last year’s Christmas sale)
Clutch: Vince Camuto (eBay)
Shoes: Chloé (eBay)
Headband: Urban Outfitters

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My writing partner and I really love Papa Johns. It doesn’t always bode well.

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Feel free to submit a caption on the next one. I still don’t know what they were going for.

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Now I have a new camera. If only I knew how to use it! I vow next year my prom-esque photos will not be washed out like so. The room was stunning. Looking down from the second floor was like looking over Gatsby’s balcony.

I’m still unsure how, but I managed to convince D. that he should wear red socks to match his tie and my dress. I fully expected noncompliance, thus I bought them. On the premise he would get the wrong thing, he conned me into going to the mall for him. I’m still trying to figure out how he managed it, although I have a feeling the conversation went something like this:

D: I won’t pick out the right one, you should get it.
R: I don’t have time. You’re a grown man. I’m not going.
D: There are clothes at the mall….
R: Okay.

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Red Socks!

At the end of the night (before we finished with the Notre Dame fight song, they played “Piano Man” by Billy Joel (if you haven’t heard it, you best be clickin’ on that link). Everyone naturally formed this amoebic circle (as I ran for my camera). It was pretty cool, you know if you’re into that solidarity/communal-environment/one-family sort of thing. And just as naturally couples started breaking apart and dancing (pretending they could do something besides grind) in the middle. The next picture is hands down my favorite moment I captured.

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All in all it was a very good night. Thanks for indulging me!