4.24.2016

you, me, NPR?

prom 2014

Justina rule #46: When NPR calls, you get your butt in a studio and pick up the phone.

Here are some things I thought about while recording for NPR:

  •  I should drink more water. my entire life is very dehydrated.
  •  I wonder if Ira Glass listens to Weekend Edition?
  • Oh my god Ira Glass might hear my voice 
  • Thaaaat's going to damage my chances of ever getting on This American Life.
  • Prom was fun. Why aren't there adult proms?
  • AM I AN ADULT?
  • I do listen to NPR.
  • OH IT'S RINGING
  • The fabric my prom dress is made of is probably illegal now.
x J 

ps. to listen to the entire segment, click here ▾

4.20.2016

sun touched






romper: tobi
sneakers: converse
bralette: aerie
tote: little brick bookstore
sunnies: toms

It's getting to that point in the summ- wait, it's still spring? HAH, okay, whatever you say.

It's getting to that point in the spring where it's so disgustingly hot already that I'd prefer to not wear any clothes at all, but if I have to, they need to be light, flowy, and not touch my skin.

A romper seems OBVIOUS, but I'm 5'8 and most jumpsuits (dresses, swimsuits, shirts, all clothing in general) are made for people considerably shorter. The biggest bummer in the world is seeing a cute one piece and stepping in only to realize the collar is somewhere around the middle of my stomach. With that said, some creative layering can always add upper length.  My new Tobi romper is my favorite kind of simple, with a little bit of flair. It's also loose enough to work for any height. The Aerie bralette is an easy ~staple~, and takes this from a tragedy to a tall girl look. Plus, in the summer, bralettes > real bras any day.

I only realized this morning that I've worn my converse every day this week. I always had this lurking suspicion that they cut my legs off, but I'm dedicated to the high top aesthetic.

Today one of my professors started talking about finals and I was very suddenly brought to terms with the fact that the semester ends in a month, and then it's SUMMER. There's already so much on the books, it'll be interesting to see how it all works out. And what shade of dirt my converse will be once it settles.

x J

ps. because I'm a homie, I want to let you in on the secret of Tobi: they have all your faves (dresses rompers, skirts, sequins, cardigans, bodysuits, midi's, crop tops, etc) and ur first order is 50% off.  have fun with that. 

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4.16.2016

drop a beat



First of all, it's festival season, so here's a quick reminder:
MAKING A PLAYLIST DOESN'T MAKE YOU A DJ ALRIGHT

But with that said you can always find a new song by asking that one friend who swears they're the next Alesso. You can also drop a line in the DM's of your local friendly fashion blogger, asking the name of the song she WOULD insist on lip-syncing into your brain via snapchat. She can always pick a hit. Or at least something with easily memorized bars.

1. Don't Let Me Down // The Chainsmokers
No shame in my game, I've been bandwagoning The Chainsmokers since the Selfie days, and this beat is LIT.

2. Die a Happy Man // Nelly (But actually Thomas Rhett??)
Honestly was sO confused by this. Like Nelly? WYD? Country music? But it's so good. Nelly brings the R&B that the sweet country lyrics needed.

3. Team // Iggy Azalea
I was an Iggy stan for so long, but after Fancy, that train took a sharp turn into culturally appropriative basketball wife crazy-town. With this song, she is finally getting back into what made me love her in the first place.

4. Rise Up // Andra Day
Everything about Andra Day makes me feel uplifted and like I should try a little harder with my hair. For best listening, put this in a playlist with anything by John Legend and slowly apply smooth eyeliner.

5. Hands to Myself // Selena Gomez
I never watched the Wizards Of Waverly place, so this wasn't a Miley-esque rebranding for me. It was just Selena making the music I didn't know I really wanted from her.

6. Of All Things, Order More, You Got Me, Calm Down, just basically the whole thing // G-Eazy
My love for Gerald Earl Gillum is well documented both here on the blog and in my bank account. This album didn't change a thing.

7. YOUTH // Troye Sivan
I would like to run away with Troye Sivan and just listen to him transform standard elevator musak into glorious low-key EDM with stunning lyrics.

8. Oui // Jeremiah
I have so many questions for Jeremih. Why does he spell his name like that? Does he speak French? Does he come up with his own wordplay?

9. Sound Of Your Heart // Shawn Hook
Solid recommendation by Pandora on this one. There's nothing I love more than a British boy professing his love using a short sequence of non-specific anecdotes.

10. You Don't Own Me // Grace feat. G-Eazy
This song has classic G-Eazy markings all over it, but needed Grace's soaring voice to pull the whole act together.

11. i hate u i love u // Gnash
I don't even really know what this song is, but I like how it feels.

12. Crooked Smile // J Cole
I KNOW it's OLD but it's also J. Cole which means it's a classic and can be revised at any point for instant ~feels~.

Et voila, you are now all set for jamming out alone in your room while watching all the fun every single other person on the planet is having at Coachella.

x J

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3.31.2016

farm mom








jeans: american eagle
shirt: h&m
shoes: moheda toffeln
bag: toms


Please, ONE more person greet me with some variation of "oh there's a little hole in your pants". It's hilarious. Really. It is.

Over the years, I've definitely been heavily impacted style-wise by my work in 4-H. Don't get me wrong, most days I'm ~hella punk rock~ but every once in a while, you'll get a ranch mom day and I commit. The loose bun, the leather accessories, the practical shirt. Although not immediately apparent, these jeans worked in perfectly. Their cut is definitely a bit looser than my regular look but they sit nicely, and despite missing a solid chunk in the middle, they've got a cute figure. I'm also not as bothered by their utter destruction as I thought I'd be. It seemed like something that was going to be hard to dress up as what my mother refers to "acceptable in public", but their structure saves them.

A quality white button down is a basic staple everyone should have. Fourteen button downs is an obsession only I have. In my never-ending quest to clear out my black h-, uh, closet, I've realized that I basically wear the same four outfits in varying colors. It's interesting that I'm becoming one of Those Fashion People whose style can be summed up in a twelve slide post on Refinery29. I think it creates a unique challenge: I'm whittling down to my capsule wardrobe, but still want to keep it original every day. Or at least on the days I don't have class. All two of those.

We shot these photos on Monday, and it was both raining and blindingly sunny, because California does what it wants. It also rains on my camera and makes my outfit photos not-so-strategically blurry.

PSA: if you blindly shove your foot into your jeans at 5am, and they have holes this big in them, there's a solid chance that you will just stick your whole leg through.

x J

ps. March is over today? lol 2016 u wild 

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3.24.2016

march madness






all photos taken with a fuifilm x30

tie dye tank: american eagle
leather jacket: selfridges


Today, in the name of spring break insanity, Maia, I, and my newly pierced nose (more about that later) got on a 6am bus. This bus, which necessitated both of us waking up earlier than we ever do for school, took us on a very bumpy trip to San Francisco. We had this wild idea that it'd be fun to take a day off and wander, so wander we did. For ten and a half miles.

That's not a typo. According to various step counting bands and apps and whatnot, we managed a whopping 10.5 miles up and down the hills of the city, and that was on only like three cups of coffee. It's truly amazing what the human body can do when motivated by food and shopping possibilities.

We don't live far from SF, so this wasn't a completely one-off experience for us, but it was fun to just explore. Sometimes when you visit a place too much, you forget to take time out and see new parts of it, or just slow down and enjoy them. By foot. In direct sunlight. For nine hours.

So here's what happened:

* A cappuccino at Mario's Bohemian Cigar Store Cafe, where I definitely abandoned Maia to order because I was not cool enough to talk to the barista's.

* A solid ramble round Chinatown, where we picked up lotus cakes and sesame balls at the Eastern Bakery. (10/10 would recommend) We also snagged a couple of those "The City" sweatshirts that are hand-woven by Steph Curry out of the magic he uses to shoot 3-pointers.

* A clam chowder bread bowl at Boudin's bistro because A. I am always ALWAYS hungry, and B. if you come to SF and do not eat Boudin's sourdough at least once, your entire trip was pointless.

* Flower (And clothing. And coffee. And LUSH.) shopping in Union Square, because fresh flowers make everything brighter and also ~aesthetic~.

* A gorgeous sunset out the window of the bus I was on illegally, as technically my return ticket was for the next day. Oops. There was a gorgeous sunrise out that window as well, but I was half asleep and couldn't be bothered to get the camera out.

The best part about the fashion scene in SF is that you will have a very difficult time telling the hipsters from the homeless. The secret is in the conversational topics - if it isn't The Life of Pablo or the possibility of joining someone's friends start-up, 

they're not a hipster.

x J


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3.10.2016

instaqueen, just add wi-fi

all photos from my instalife, filtered through vsco cam 


You know when you do Buzzfeed quizzes and they ask you what your favorite social media platform is? I always answer instagram. (I also end up with "Rihanna" as the answer 8 times out of ten.) 

Instagram truly is my favorite, and not just because I have more friends there than I ever will in real life. It's because it, more than any other platform, truly shows me other people's worlds. I get to see lives I won't, or can't, lead, and places so far you're amazed they even uploaded. It's also placed me in a community of very insanely creative people, and all they art they produce with their lives. It's amazing what kind of adventures people can fit in a square.

With all that said, I wanted to introduce you all to some of the cool people that fill up the feed I'm incessantly refreshing. 

Nesrin - I'm just going to have no chill for one minute (hah): NESRINISSOCOOL. I wanted to be her internet homie for sO LONG and Liz made it happen.

Leo - Guys, I talk about Leo so much and we've never even gotten to meet in person. His life is insanely interesting. Even Miley Cyrus thinks so.

Liv - I don't even remember how I found her account but I'm glad I did because it's always good to have one future basketball wife in the squad.

Brianna - I am so obsessed with how gorgeous her entire life is, and how well she documents it.

Berna -  Bernaaaaaaaa. Berna is what I hope I am as an adult.

Jaime - I get to WORK with her. I'm never not excited about it. And her eyebrows.

Kat Marie - Her feed just gives me absolute aesthetic envy and I'm FINE with it.

Anders - This is what complete Scandinavian-themed mental peace looks like to me.

Ellie - MY BRITISH BABE. Ellie's feed is exactly Ellie and I love it almost as much as I love her.

Dylan - I really want him to be my friend because he does all of the cool stuff in the Bay aka land of the hyphey

There's honestly so many more. Just take a cruise through my inexcusably long following list. Instagram is all about introducing the new, the next. Things you didn't even know were happening, and the people experiencing it. There's also so many good selfies. So many. 

Leave your handle in the comments so I can stal-um, check out your feed.

x J



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3.05.2016

find me in your roses



dress: show me your mumu
shoes: converse
sunnies: the lazy ones
lack of muscle mass: blaming it on genetics

How many blog posts have I clandestinely shot in front of my neighbor's roses at this point? It has to have been at least four or five. With that said though, I don't think I've ever blended in white as well as I did this time.

Okay, so here's the whole story: I signed up for Mon-Wed 9am yoga because "it'll be nice to start my week with yoga" and  "that'll relax me". What I didn't think about was that I'd have to then wear my ~gross yoga clothes~ (super snazzy tanks and lululemon leggings) for the whole rest of the day. Sigh. So now I've come to the creative crossroad of finding outfits to change into, wanting to carry the least amount of excess weight possible, and needing to be able to put them on in a bathroom stall and not land in the toilet. I'm getting pretty good at it, and layering is my new best friend.

This outfit is the one that got the most compliments last week - my Show Me Your Mumu dress that survives wrinkles (and the bottom of my backpack) and the ultimate basic converse. The sunglasses were just a nice way to distract everyone from the fact that my eyeliner had gone from "Warrior 1" to "Downward dog"  very quickly. Here's the genius of this outfit though: everyone thought I was ~dressed~. I spent most of the day feeling like I got away with a massive heist.

Side note: yoga is GREAT. I'm not going to start hand-standing on cliff ledges or anything, but it really is a nice way to train your body. Especially when your body is the athletic equivalent of a brick.

And no, brothers, I have never landed in the toilet. Don't jinx it. 

x J


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3.01.2016

step to it




sneakers: toms

So, fun medical fact about Justina: I have plantar faciitis. (Not, in fact, planetary fascist, which is what I thought my chiropractor said the first time) Basically, long words short, it means that my feet hurt rather a lot fairly frequently in most shoes. It's made me very picky, and justified a lot of shoe shopping. Sneakers are the worst, because they're always really grossly stiff or just pointlessly thin. Like think about it, there's a reason your chiropractor isn't pushing Yeezy's. My Converse are ADORABLE but after like two hours I'm out. Basically, I didn't have crazy high expectations for this pair from TOMS, but they were cute and I'm a sucker for a cause. 

Here's a thing I swear I didn't get bribed to say: THESE SHOES ARE AN ACTUAL MIRACLE AND I NEED MAYBE SIX MORE PAIRS. Or least these snazzy suede ones. Beyond the fact that they're sporty enough to make me look like I know what I'm doing, (you all know better, don't you) they're just really comfortable. As previously stated a hundred thousand times, that's all I'm ever looking for anyway. If they had workable pockets I could probably just throw out half my wardrobe for them. They're so great, in fact, that I felt the need to give them their own blog post. Sneaks are also part of TOMS amazing one for one program, so another is getting some fresh kicks to live their life in too.

Side note: I definitely didn't think about the whole "sneakers in sand" thing until I tried to very carefully put these back in my rucksack - and dropped them in a drift that they were promptly covered by. So they're a bit gritty now, but that's FINE, it just adds to the experience.

But seriously, if you have a way to get sand out of shoes, slide into the DM's.

x J

ps. It's march? how? when? what?

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2.22.2016

I fell in a hole

That's 413 stairs if you're interested.


You know what is NOT fun? Not writing on your blog for a really long time and people forgetting you're alive and -

Honestly, I'm a drama queen, and it's only been a week, but I've got this lurking feeling that my real life is slipping into...*shudder* *whispers* normalcy. I get up too early, spend too much time at school, at work, at my dining room table doing homework. It's exhausting, quite frankly, and I'm getting a little bored with it. Don't get me wrong, I'm doing fun stuff, but it's not MY stuff. I never thought the day would come where I'd miss spending hours editing videos, or cropping photos, but this is it.

I was going to say something like "give me a minute to catch up on my life" but then I realized that makes it sound like I'm trying to slowly back out, and this is the actual opposite. I want back in. This blog, these posts, you guys - this is what I do. It's what makes me happy. So I'm going to learn how to use a planner, and get some content cracking. Or at the very least, lightly crackling.

Also: award shows? This year is the reason we don't hang out anymore. Honestly, I can't even be bothered to finish the livetweeting I start.

Amy, Tina, wyd? wya?

x Justina

ps. I didn't fall in an actual hole but I did fall down like three of these stairs.

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2.08.2016

sleep right




pyjamas + yawn london*


When I was in England, I procured a great appreciation of British behaviors. Tea drinking, wellies wearing, and PYJAMA DWELLING. Spelling it "pyjama" instead of "pajama" or (ugh) "jammies". Seriously. When was the last time you had a proper set of pyjamas that you wanted to artistically wander around your house in?  I know the whole "undies and a tshirt is enough" argument Americans like to pull, but that's just because we've been DEPRIVED. We may as well have dumped  better sleep in the bay with the boxes of tea back in the day. After London, I simply had to have my own pair, and since American's would insist on covering everything in camo or sports logos, I went to the source.

YAWN is a cute lil company based in London that's focused on the moment, not just the clothes. They're all about cuddling, coziness, and equipping people with the proper apparel for those activities. Also, they believe in pockets, which you know got me hooked. Gotta keep snacks somewhere. Just looking at these photos makes me want to put them back on and take a nap.

Pyjamas aside, what I love about this company is that they represent something I think we all struggle a little bit with now: taking time out to appreciate little moments. Their motto is "phone off, kettle on, pajama time". When was the last time you ignored snapchat to finish your chapter? Or drank a cup of anything NOT out of a travel cup? I'm basically surgically attached to my phone and am a Starbucks gold card member until 2019 due to my inability to find time to make myself a cup of coffee. Today was the first time in three weeks I've been in bed for a straight eight hours. It's not healthy, but it is normal. We all move so quickly now that we forget that we ever slowed down.

My brilliant idea for a closing line was "see you in your sleep" but then I realized how utterly terrifying that sounds and decided that a simple "sweet dreams" will do.

x J


ps. Speaking of slowing down: it takes ages for me to scan instax but don't these photos look dreamy? 



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