Photo Diary: Shoots and Scores

Clockwise from left: Traveling to the adorable Madison, IN for a photo shoot; Clownin’ on set with Reds second baseman Brandon Phillips on a different photo shoot; Watching the crowd get their African dance on after (free!) yoga in Washington Park; Trying on some statement arm candy at High Street.

Photo Diary: On Instagram Straight Flexin’

So I know I just took another unexpected hiatus, but it was for good reason, I promise: I finally took a break from errythang and went on a trip to Miami and Key West! I hung out on South Beach, did some shopping, relaxed on the beach, enjoyed yummy banana daiquiris by the pool, took a leisurely bike ride around the island, explored botanical gardens, and ate everything in sight–in short, it was an awesome...

Photo Diary: Azucar Weekend

Last weekend, I: Fell in love with a jacket (yes, AGAIN) at Brush Factory; “worked” at PopShop and got my sugar rush on eating salted caramels, birthday cake fudge, AND a fried Snickers bar; checked out the Final Friday happenings up and down Main Street; got sick and spent the better part of Saturday on the couch; recovered in time for an hour-long bike ride by the river on Sunday morning; and cooked–then ate–an entire...

Photo Diary: Chicken Suit Sunday

Vintage jumpsuit, thrifted vest and belt; Ash sandals, Marc Jacobs bag This weekend, I flaunted my chicken legs in a  Top Gun Goes To Summer Camp jumpsuit; chatted with some great folks at a New Media Cincy meetup; had a fantastic time hanging out with my dad on Fountain Square; mingled with hipsters at the Chicken Lays an Egg fashion show (which was the rowdiest, sassiest fashion show I’ve been to in a long time,...

Photo Diary: Polaroid Party

Last weekend, I: Got dressed up as a bottle of Sriracha sauce for a surprise party, had my first taste of homemade peach sriracha ice cream (um, YUM), took some street style pics at The City Flea, was rudely reminded of my lack of hand-eye coordination during a shoddily played round of beer pong, and realized that despite the horrible writing for Crazy Stupid Love, I should probably be hanging out with Ryan Gosling. How...