if you don't love yourself.

Far too often I watch girls step leap from one relationship into the arms of yet another relationship with out even a moment's hesitation in between. The U-haul collects their belongings from one man's apartment and delivers them to the next future ex-boyfriend's. Although this may (rarely) be just a coincidence that you "met him while things were going badly with your current boyfriend", I highly doubt it. My guess is that as soon as things started to fall apart with your current man, you flung yourself at the nearest "nice guy" with hopes that he would snatch up the pieces to your broken heart before you ever felt the impact.

Although I am not against people in relationships, as I have been in quite a few myself, I am wondering this... What is so scary about being alone? I find that it is literally crucial in the development of self to sometimes be... well, alone. I get it, the definition in itself is frightening with words such as isolated and apart from others but, I am by no means encouraging you to lock yourself in solitary confinement post-breakup just to get to know yourself because chances are, you will end up with schizophrenia.  However, I am indeed encouraging women of the world to take a breather, shed the desperation and try on that single girl swagger.

Being single does not make you pathetic, lonely, unwanted or ugly. Being single makes you a girl who knows what she wants and wont settle for anything less. Being single means loving yourself and being confident enough in yourself to not lower your standards for the first guy who shows you attention just because you only feel a sense of self-worth when in a relationship. Take time to get to know who you are as an individual and I can guarantee you will like who you are as a partner that much more because no one is going to love you if you don't love yourself.

disclaimer: Love is an amazing, life changing thing and if you find it, hold on to it dearly but if you lose it, don't go searching for it... find it within yourself first and love will find you again. 

tickle my fancy.

images via jaknjil, oraclefox, googleimage, gustavklimt, banksy, etc-alltherest.blogspot.com, thekooples.com/blog

video steals the fashion scene with Rodarte + Elle Fanning

Elle Fanning: Rodarte's Muse on Nowness.com.

ready, set, co.

There is, quite literally, nothing that gets me more jazzed than when fashion and film come crashing together in a jizzfest of cashmere and cue-cards. Stephanie Danan and Justin Kern took a leap out of entertainment and into fashion with their new line "Co" set to debut at New York fashion week this Feb. 

From knitted furs to silk staples this collection makes even the plainest Jane look tres chic. Check out their TDF(to die for) film below directed by the cinematic genius Daryl Wein and starting french femme Elodie Bouchez. Eat your heart out. 

video via style.com

butterflies and shutterbugs

Sometimes, I can't explain it... things just inspire me. Like when you get butterflies in your stomach; you have no logical explanation why it's happening but there you are, face to face with a man you've known for 30 seconds and you feel like you're going to vomit and cartwheel at the exact same moment. Well, for me, this kind of internal sensation is exactly the feeling I get when I see something like a photograph or a garment that just feels right. It is inexplainable, undefinable and down right fantastic. Some call it intuition, I call it being good at my job. (Plus, I use my hyper-intuitive vibes as a weapon against humanity not fashion.) Well my friends, here are some photos that are currently possessing that unattainable, sensational IT-ness and needless to say, inspiration to moi.

images via knighttcat,viktorvautier, tfs, google images

clean slate

I hate the color pink. It reminds me of everything about my fellow femmes that I quite literally despise. I am not girly and I can't even pretend to be. HOWEVER, blush is not "pink" in my book and I totally dig these sandy shades for spring so, heres my idea of how to be feminine with out looking like a pansy.


ring: dior, shoes: lanvin, bra: la perla, sunnies: illesteva, bag: mulberry, top: miu miu, shorts: rag&bone

fashion sense + two cents.

Time flies when you're having fun a life. 

14 months later and here I am, ready to write again. I wish I had a better excuse for my extensive hiatus but I really only have my job, my unrelenting itch to travel and a few male distractions to blame... (We will get to that later).

So why am I getting back on the blogging horse? One reason: my mentor, of sorts, has encouraged me to "be heard" with a blog of "fashion and fuck yous", as she so eloquently put it. The thing is, I am not afraid to say what you are thinking. I love die for fashion and although there are more fashion blogs than one cares to acknowledge, there aren't enough blogs that say something or anything for that matter. Fashion is so much more than the clothes we wear and there is something to be said about that.

So, join me as I talk about high heels and heart breaks because my fashion finds and life mistakes are now your personal entertainment. Feel free to email me (myelectricyouth@gmail.com) if you want my personal opinion, advise on fashion or even where to buy the best pizza in Los Angeles (Village Pizza, for the record.) I don't know everything about anything but I do know something about a lot and I am at your service.

L