Ahhhh, Life....

I've been many things in my wild 26 years. But I never. NEVER imagined I would be what I've become as of late.

I am the worst blogger ever.

As in, I absolutely do not blog anymore.

If you read this shit period you must give a shit or two about me, or be extremely bored and miserable. In either case, I can tell you the truth.

Here goes.

I find it hard to write anything if I can't be totally honest. I find it especially hard to write if I can't pull some kind of witty angle. And to be very honest and anything but humorous, shit's taken a turbulent turn in the last month. As previously stated, I suffer from the inability to speak if it can't be kind of over the top and bitchin'. It's a disease. Okay, let's not get crazy. But it is definitely an ego thing. Again, with the honesty. It just comes pouring out of my mouth. It's a curse. I CANNOT LIE.

But truth is, I'm in the three month funk. I'm calling this time the "reality check" period. I've been here before. I will probably be here again. You've done some big leap. It's all exciting and fucking epic. A penny on the ground looks shinier than it would have if it was on the ground a couple months earlier back at home in the comfortable life you left behind. But after a little bit of time in your new exciting world, the penny is just a penny again. It's absolutely crazy to me the way your mind/heart adapts to it's surroundings. Or maybe it's just mine.... similar to the way my income seems to stay exactly the same regardless of how much my paycheck is. My shopping habit increases while my standard of living remains exactly the same despite a $50k increase in salary. I wish that last part was more than an analogy. Do you follow?

I have a list of gripes plaguing my life right now but the list is counteracted with an equal list of "bless it"s. The posi list might be leading by a tiny hair. The good news is that I think with each day that passes, that list is going to kick the gripes list to the curb and this pothole will be filed in the gone and forgotten folder.

Vague update from Brokelyn, I know. But if I can't write anything nice, I will write nothing (specific) at all. I will go the ambiguous route.

In other news, the boy scene is grim as ever. Read it and weep.



If you happen to stay abreast of my East Coast dating nightmares, please refer to "First Date in Brooklyn, Circa January 11'". The Lloyd Christmas I'm-best-friends-with-every-band-you've-ever-liked-name-dropper? Yea. That fuckin' guy. Mmmmm remember when we went out and had no chemistry? Yea we still don't. And I just threw up in my mouth a little bit. Also good lookin' out on catchin' the sarcasm. Please die.

Good thing landing a mate isn't on my top 5 right now.

Honesty and laughter coming May 2011.

Stayin' up. <3

Always Late but Worth the Wait...

..."Late" as in it's been two weeks since the Betsey show and I have YET to do any proper blogging about the experience. But shit has been CRAY CRAY even after the show is yesterday's news. I have honestly probably NEVER left the office before 7:30 pm since I started 6 weeks ago. And the best part about it is on a day like today, I sit on Illustrator/Photoshop all day, get home at 11pm and find myself on Illustrator just for fun. I think I've definitely gone to the dark side...

But on the real tip, I just had a moment of clarity today that I have learned a SHIT ton even in just the short time I've been @ Betsey. Again, I hate to beat a dead whorse but I am just overwhelmed with gratitude for having this experience come into my life. Everything is going so fucking well, I am STILL (a month and a half later) pinching myself daily that this is my life. I am so completely ecstatic and rejuvenated on life as a result of making the decision to come here.

Anyhow. Enough of the sappy bullshit. Enjoy some photos from the Fall 2011 Betsey show. <3 These are some of my favorite looks and my personal contribution to them. :)


....Absolutely love this acid wash group. (Added a hook and eye closure that was missing on this corset).


....Sourced the fur for this look in midtown Manhattan ...but sorry to break it to you... the super top secret go-to spots for faux fur are highly confidential. Insider shit. I'm sure you understand. :)


....Just did the CAD sketch for this jacket today, and am sourcing the felt flowers (used in the entire runway show) tomorrow in hopes that they can produce them.


LOVE this shit.


Another of my favorite looks from the show....


I hand stitched on the lace trim on the sleeves and hem of this coat.


...Also sourced the fur for this coat. You don't want to know the price per yard. It's completely fucking ridiculous.




...Again, handled finding all the fur for these (which Betsey and team LOVED). Char: 10, Other Interns: 0.



...And the task of scouring midtown Manhattan in search of the perfect vintage lace (used on this dress) put me in the "in" crowd with the new Design Director. Holler!


And at a total tie for 1st place in my book for favorite look, feast your eyes on these fuckin' broads....




And the debut of the new Diffusion line "Pink Patch", modeled by the lovely works of Betsey Johnson...


Petra (Public Relations Assistant).


Lizzie (Design Assistant, Freelance). Cutest Brit I've ever met.



Gina (Design Associate). Love this bitch.


Heather, the homegirl. Probably the most bitchin' chick I've met in New York so far. (Design Assistant // Partner in Crime)


Ashley (Graphic Designer)....





Betsey's famous for her whimsical sketching style and handwriting... so she always makes colorful fun signs that go backstage at the shows. I had the lovely task of going out a few days before the show to restock on her specifically requested markers to make these signs. The day before the show, I was hand sewing at the table and Betsey is sitting next to me drawing these signs, when she says in reference to another designer who's show would be the following day....

"Do you think Carolina Hererra is coloring signs right now?" --Betsey Johnson

Fucking love her.



The hot shit.



Model cards I slaved over until wee hours of the morning the weekend before the show....


Giftbags. One thousand and fifty of them to be exact with about 20 hours of labor and a team of ten people involved in putting them together and putting them pristinely on each seat at the show. Before the doors officially opened, 7 gift bags were swiped. GHETTTTTTTTTO.







Ummmm yea. BJ kinda does rock a lil' bit. <3