We bring peace and flowers.

Found this photo on flickr and couldn't help but post it.

Is it hip to be a hippie? While I am not sure I have an answer to this question I think the whole question ties back to what neo-hippies are in the first place. Are they just people who dress in 60s-esque garb and pose with their fingers in the peace sign for pictures? Or is there something more to earning the title of a neo-hippie?

While I am a vegetarian and try to recycle and often wear the famous "hippie band" I am not sure I am worthy of the title. The true hippies are the people from the 60s who stood for something, something a whole lot bigger than a fashion statement. So while I still may wear my tie-dye at times and shop at Whole Foods, I think there is a whole lot more to being a hippie than meets the eye.

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense.

Why there is no use in trying; one cannot believe impossible things." -Alice

"I dare say you haven't had much practice. When I was your age, I always did it for a half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast." -the Queen

My obsession with Alice and Wonderland began with this photo shoot by Annie Leibovitz for Vogue in 2003. It's just such a brilliant combination with the model in the Alice dress designed by the designers who get to play Lewis Caroll dress up too.

The OC

The perfect OC couple, Marissa and Ryan (too bad they never lasted).

So here I am visiting my grandmother in Newport Beach, CA, the beloved location of my used-to-be favorite tv show, The OC. Ever since arriving here yesterday, my first observations have been of the excessive amounts of Mercedes, Lexuses, and Ranger Rovers and the the preppiness that seems to surround this place. Eating lunch this afternoon at the yacht club I saw a lady who, to me, epitomized what I think of as the classic prep.

She was probably in her mid-forties and had a blue and white striped collared long sleeve shirt with white shorts and some Rainbow sandals. She was perfectly tanned as if we were already months into summer and her hair was short and cropped to perfection. Although I don't care to emulate her style because to be honest I don't really love the whole preppy thing, she did seem so classic to me. She seemed as if she could have been sitting on the deck of th yacht club thirty years ago and fit in just perfectly. So while I'm still too young to trade my more hip style for the classic stylings of J. Crew, maybe in a couple of decades I will be that classic preppy lady at the yacht club.

Standardized tests are silly.

We all take it. We all sit in the crowded room next to strangers who ask obnoxious questions at inopportune times and chew with their mouth open at breaks. The SAT provides a commonality for all college-bound teenagers across the country. Yet, the test is utimately no more an indication of how smart you are than the last English essay you wrote. I hate the way that kids flaunt their scores as if a better score makes someone a better person. But to some degree we all buy into it. Consciously or not, I feel better about myself when I hear someone talking about a score they got that was lower than mine.

So tomorrow morning I will wake up early and be force-fed a "well balanced" breakfast to make me "smarter". The SAT goes against all of my beliefs in education, that intelligence is not objective, but rather a subjective matter. Regardless, though, of my personal opinion I will still take the test and religiously wait to see my scores and feel either the excitement or the disappointment as college begins to seem that much closer (or farther away).

For all those who will take the SAT tomorrow morning, good night and good luck.

The Wait is Over

Photo Michelle Moore

There is a never a better time than summer to wear frilly dresses and sneakers and do silly things.

So I feel awful and guilty for not writing for so long. School and tennis have kept me more than occupied for the last month. Now that school is over and I have copious amounts of time to write and mindlessly browse the internet I promise to write more. I would try to fill everyone in on what I have neglected to write about in the last month, but in the true style of the fashion industry I won't discuss the past. What's done is done and now it's only about what's now (or so they say...). So here's to the beginning of the best summer yet. A time to be bronze and beautiful and incredibly granola, nothing beats summer.