Looks I Would Steal from NYFW Spring 2015

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Reed Krakoff

Green Days: A Photo Diary

As the end of summer arrives once again I would like to acknowledge all the lush greenery that comes with summer time, and the running theme it has had on my life for the past month. RIP summer, I like fall better than you, but you'll sort of be missed anyway. 

Let's Talk About Blogging

This is one of the countless cases where you should not in fact listen to Dwight Schrute.

Blog /blahg/ verb

1. Add new material to or regularly update a blog.

"I can't stop blogging, I haven't slept for 42 hours."
2. Write about (an event, situation, topic, etc.) in a blog.
"She blogged about our twitter argument last night, it was so tacky." 

Blogging has been a large and influential part of my internet life (I'm almost ashamed to say I have one). I have been reading blogs, stalking blogs, posting on blogs, and following blogs for years now. I've been apart of many different blogging platforms without successfully becoming "popular" or "internet famous" on any of them. 

When I was around 11 or 12 I resided on Piczo.com, the free internet web hosting platform, which now no longer exists (RIP). I then made my way over to Webs.com which was WAY more sophisticated and WAY more cool for another solid chunk of time, until I discovered the world wide web sensation that is Tumblr. 

There I created a Taylor Swift fan blog (which, don't worry, will definitely be discussed at a later date) and joined an online community of fangirls. I assure you it was as productive and awesome as it sounds. 

After a good two years devoted to reblogging and commentating on the life of Tswizzle I decided it was time to move on to bigger and better things. I then created another Tumblr account where I reblog ~sophisticated~ and artistic images of cool stuff that inspires me. 

My internet popularity reached it's peak when I reached almost 6,000 followers obsessing over Taylor. My current Tumblr has solid amount of 154 whole followers. Wowza. 

The point is not how popular I have been in my blogging endeavours, it's how much I've enjoyed it. I love writing! I love reading! I love aesthetically pleasing things! I love being updated on culture and current events! Therefore I've relished every moment of my existence behind the screen. Blogging is fun, and sometimes I think that we can forget that.

I want to blog about things I'm passionate about, not things I feel obligated to because of constant demands from followers. More importantly I want to write about things I'm passionate about. 

I left the Taylor blogging world because I wasn't enjoying it anymore because I had drifted into the realm of other interests. I began to spend a lot of time reading and appreciating different types of literature, art, and music. I wanted to discuss important and philosophical issues. I wanted to talk about religion, death, sexism, racism, and the human condition, all of which I did not get to do while dissecting the relationship of "Jaylor" (the couple name for Joe Jonas and Taylor Swift, during their brief 2008 fling).

Although I love visual arts such as photography, painting, and drawing the true love of my life has always been for words. Even in my paintings they are the focus, front and centre (See example below). 

The invasion of words in EVERYTHING I do. And the presence of my favourite lads the Arctic Monkeys.

No matter what medium I choose I'm always captivated by metaphorically painting pictures and images with words. It really is so cool.

Marie Howe, the kick ass poet, said in a recent episode of the podcast On Being "Language is all we have left for action." (I'm unable to locate the exact quote so that is a paraphrased version). The more I thought about it the more those words rang true. We are not beings of bodily action like we used to be. We rarely take to physical fights in our daily disputes, and needing to hunt and travel far distances by foot has not been an issue for nearly hundreds of years. I myself spend almost 11 hours a day just simply sitting. 

When I become enraged by something I write, when I feel intense sadness I write, when I'm joyful and over the moon I often will sing and scream lyrics, and whenever I engage in a disagreement I make sure my tongue and mind are sharper than my knife. 

I don't exactly know what my "goal" is. It's not to become a renowned style blogger with outfits that are too perfectly styled in endless self portraits. It is not to attempt to make my ordinary and mundane everyday life into a narcissistic manifesto that would idolize and uphold me as cooler-than-average being. I think my vision is more to create a space that's real.

Real in the sense that mistakes and sloppiness are ok, that I can admit that there are somethings I'm not as knowledgeable about as I'd like to be, and that I'm still working on myself continuously. It's to post my unprofessional artwork, prose, and photography in a safe place where nothing I am or that I do is persecuted as being wrong. It is to talk to no one and everyone at the same time, and to interest people who may just be similar to me. I don't want to talk at you about things, I want to spew my thoughts to you like they pour out of my head. I feel the internet is the best way to do that. 

Online presence is a tricky thing, and in a lot of ways I believed it has evolved into a form of self marketing instead of a method of communication. It can be a valuable resource to promote your work and art, but promoting your very own flawless image is something I am not interested in. I am interested in bringing back the authenticity to my life online, since it is clear that the internet is here to stay. I want to share my passions in a way that is personal and my own. Most importantly I want to share them with you. This is what blogging means to me.

(Too cheesy?)

-Emily