My recent New York City trip really hit the spot in terms of a perfect post-exams getaway. All in all, I ate perhaps indulgently, drank probably a little too much, and walked and walked and walked until my feet were blistered and swollen (they still are, a little). Thanks to some great company (and a wonderful host, I should add!), I managed to check off most of the items on my to-do list and even then, spontaneity brought several unexpected but much welcomed diversions, including reunions with friends—old and new.
To see all my NYC snaps, check out the Pinterest board I dedicated to it!
Dairly Week: a weekly roundup of my current favorites
This has been another fairly quiet week of studying. But! This weekend begins a very exciting couple of days and weeks ahead, including attending some Boston Fashion Week events this weekend, my last test early next week, and an upcoming trip to New York City. Enjoy your weekend, friends!
1. An autumn sunset reflected in beautiful cloud layers, as seen from the backyard.
2. I’m so excited to be attending the launch party for 19th Amendment with my good friend Christina this Saturday. 19th Amendment is a new fashion start-up based in Boston, and I can’t wait to learn and see more of what they do at Saturday’s party and fashion show. Follow along on my Instagram or Twitter — I’ll be live-tweeting/updating!
3. After lusting after this Rails Hunter Shirt for weeks, I finally bit the bullet and purchased the white/navy for myself. It was more than I normally intend to spend on a plaid shirt, but I love the fit, color, weight, and the perfect softness of this California staple. It’ll definitely make itself home in my closet for years to come. [Photo c/o Revolve Clothing]
4. I love this feature on Erika Bearman’s Southampton home in Elle Decor. Erika Bearman, perhaps better known as OscarPRGirl, has an amazing style I adore, and her home is no exception from her impeccable taste. I’m picking up so many tips for my dream
home apartment! [Photo c/o William Waldron for Elle Decor]
Since construction for a new home began earlier in the year just a couple doors down, this patch of land, once home to a tall forest of beech-birch maples, became a sort of eye sore to beautiful landscape of the neighborhood, and everyone simply glanced over it…until the other day when two solitary bright pink flowers (annuals?) danced into the corner of my eye while on my way to some errands. A picture is worth a thousand words, isn’t it? And while my initial reactions to this sight were sad and depressing, I began to think (after tossing the image around and around) that maybe—just maybe—there was some secret, disguised message of hope in here.
Recently, a friend of mine who works at Bain Capital in the John Hancock Tower downtown invited me to lunch at his company’s private cafeteria. I completely underestimated 1. the quality of the “gourmet lunch” he promised and 2. the breathtaking 41st floor view from the reception area. “Breathtaking” as in I choked and almost choked up. “Underestimated” as in it was the only thing I noticed when I stepped off the elevator. Not the sleek marble, the minimalist decor, and not the expensive works of art. Non. Just the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the beautiful, beautiful city of Boston.
Let’s talk summertime. Some things we like: ice-cream trucks, no school, lazy work days, walking out without needing a sweater, sundresses, Sam Edelman’s Gigi sandal, flowers, Cape Cod, that supple green foliage everywhere you go!, beaches, tan-lines, and the salty air. Things we love: thunderstorms. Those that seem so ominous and foreboding at the time but somehow always end by 8 pm, allowing just enough time for a breathtaking après-storm sunset, yielding results as pictured above. When I think wistfully back at summer in the dead of a biting New England winter, that is what usually comes to mind.
Photos: Shrewsbury, taken from the evening of June 2, 2013
Because I wasn’t going to believe I actually graduated Boston College until I had the piece of paper in my hand and even then, I believe it was our class speaker who said it best: “it was like a beautiful dream you didn’t want to wake up from.” Thank you to my family and friends for being a part of this wonderful experience. xx Dara
Boston College, my playground for the past four years, in all its New England autumn glory. Am I excited to graduate? Yes. Yes I am. College is supposed to be the best four years of your life—isn’t that what everyone says? Four years down and well, I hope it’s not. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t shed a tear or two when I think back to both good and bad times I’ve had here (mostly good). Without you, BC, I wouldn’t be the person I am today. And the person I am today? I’m pretty pleased.
The first signs of spring blossoming at The High Line.
Photo taken this past weekend in New York City.
I ain’t no Hemingway, and I ain’t no Einstein either. But I do still feel the intellectual wavelengths that pulse through little cool cafes such as The Smile, originally recommended by a blog I follow. Cities like Manhattan amaze me for this reason—well, for many reasons but this in particular: there will never be a shortage of inspiration.
Five Moments in Time:
- Shopping for trinkets with Dad at Chenghuang Garden, which usually involves me ogling at something, and Dad helping me barter for it.
- A serendipitous afternoon along Nanjing Road, during which I stumbled upon Eileen Chang’s L’s Book Cafe and was fortunate to have met the woman herself.
- A beautiful sunset near Tianmen Mountain on our last day of the Hunan tour.
- The cutest souvenir ever: crème brûlée from Lillian Bakery at Shanghai’s First Foodhall (720 E. Nanjing Road) came in an adorable mini mug.
- The beautiful exterior decor of a little shop in Fenghuang, Hunan.
You know that feeling that you get sometimes somewhere in your chest cavity when you see so much pure, untainted, and green (so green!) nature around you and you start taking deep gulps of air, as if you’ve never seen/never will again feel oxygen flowing through your lungs? That’s what seeing the above was like.
If I had a penny for every pagoda or red lantern I saw in China….
You know how the saying goes.
The Bund: my favorite spot in Shanghai.
It’s the last first day of my last semester at Boston College, and all I could think about this morning (wide awake in bed long before my first class) was the above photograph I took late last semester of the sun setting on Gasson Hall. It was 4:20 p.m. on either a Monday or Wednesday. I was walking out from my FAST II class, going through the usual motions of petty complaining about how difficult the class was with a friend. And then right outside Fulton Hall, I saw that, stopping me for a good couple of minutes.