A VAMPIRE DANCES THE LIGHT

7If The Lost Boys met The Craft met Interview With a Vampire, that would me right now. Or before when I shot this with my sister,  obviously, since it’s almost 10pm. I shot these earlier today, before taking ugly Christmas sweater photos with the rest of the Hip Wa Zee crew.  We obviously all got into it (costumes are literally our thing after all). I’m finishing up Tank Girl with the twin right now, we started it last night after flying in from Thanksgiving with the folks in California. I like blogging at night. Being awake is my thing.  If you didn’t already know, I’m pretty much nocturnal as it is.  I also sneeze anytime I go into direct sunlight- on average 5 to 7 times. Sometimes I feel like a vampire, and sometimes I dress like a vampire stepping into the light for the first time. It’s fine, just let it happen. I got this incredible Free People dress for $20 and haven’t given it enough love, so I had the twin capture it earlier today. I also got the Venus palette by Limecrime and am obsessed. 1563289TRiple3 hour time changes get you feeling extra nocturnal. I wasn’t really jet lagged but I’m sure this is what it would look like if it was.
Dress: Free People/ Hot pants and bra: Urban Outfitters/ Boots: H&M10All photos by my twin Alexandra Herstik. 

Happy Sunday lovers.
Gabriela Lorraine

 

A Witch in Her Woods

The semester is almost over,  I’m off to California in two days to see my parents in their new place in San Diego, Thanksgiving is on Thursday and I have one semester left before I graduate.  Life is beautiful and dandy, and it’s been a wonderful three and a half years so far in Columbia.

Our school’s magazine, Garnet and Black, even did a little something for me- they featured me in their “Student Spotlight” section for their latest issue. The weirdos over there thought I was cool enough to highlight- so sweet.

 

So thankful for Kirby Knowlton for the beautiful words, and Josh Thompson for the wonderful photos. You can find the online article HERE. 

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Gabriela

GIRLS

Breathing Fashion and Forgotten Feather Vintage bring you GIRLS.a

Sneak into the school bathroom with your best friend, ignoring the teachers who tell you that what you’re wearing isn’t up to par. You were never meant to follow their rules anyway.  So you enter the world of girls, transported back to a time and place where things didn’t make any more sense then they do know (but everything was better). Wear your cardigan with pride or irony, you’re best suited for both anyway. You pass notes and smiles, and laugh when you’re told to go and change. You’re far removed and isolated, lost in a time warp from decades ago, feeding in abandoned bathrooms with sisters of different blood. 12labifecb3ikabmnop

Ivory styled the both of us in head to toe Forgotten Feather. Shes a goddess.

All photos by my incredible twin Alexandra Herstik.

LCHAIM TO 66

I have always been extremely inquisitive. I’ve always been fascinated by the inner workings of the universe- the vastness of the universe, the things that connect us to one another, the way love feels between your ribs and how people smile from the inside when they find that feeling. I’m 100% my parents daughter- but it’s only since I’ve gotten older that I realized how much of my father’s soul I have too. My urge to know the deepest secrets of the universe and human truth? Definitely got some of my dad’s genes.

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So beyond the fact that my father is actually Gandhi (and the doppelganger of Ben Kingsley), he is also a soul completely tuned into what it means to live from a place of love. My father is one of the most compassionate, wise, kind and loving souls I have ever met.  He would drive Alexandra and I to high school every  morning at 8:00am just so he could spend time with us (even when I slept the whole way there). He never fails to listen to me, to remind me that I am capable and that I am loved. He also loves dogs, has a Bald Eagle as a spirit animal and would let us paint his toenails (when we were in middle school, mind you)10655395_10152897750836115_4991117442771030281_o

My dad has always been the epitome of love and grace. Born in Israel and the son of holocaust survivors, my papi has spent his life as a Rabbi- aka being a pillar for the Jewish community wherever we’ve lived. It wasn’t until I grew up that I realized quite how far my dad’s impact has reached. Everyone has a story about how my dad has been there for them in a time of need.  Beyond anything else, my father is a healer. He listens and with love, he mends. 10658941_10152785119894631_3454680112538673083_o

Why am I telling you this? Because as of TODAY my dad is 66!! That’s right, one number shy of the devil’s, and my dad still looks amazing. I have this man to thank for my love of menswear, my appreciation for a good watch and the importance of a beautiful hat. I specifically remember an instance visiting Canada (because that’s what you do in Buffalo), where my dad spent a good deal of  time looking and picking the perfect wool cap. Ever since I can remember we’ve always gotten him watches as gifts, and he’s always had a beautiful array of ties. Also- my mom’s favorite compliment to give my dad was always “Ayyy Ron, you look so GQ!”10616404_10152951277026115_2932599597786266373_n

I could go on and on about how thankful  I am to have this human as my father.  He once said he feels like he worked too much when Alexandra and I were younger, and that he wasn’t there for us, and we literally laughed. My dad is a busy man, but he has always been there for us from Tae Kwon Do tests to birthdays to adventures and lunch dates. Father, Dad, Papi, Daddy Doo, Ronnie Robert Herstik. Happy Flippin Birthday. I love you to the moon and beyond, from this life to the next.

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XXX,
Gabriela

WESTERN GIRL SOUTHERN WORLD

Okay guys this post title isn’t even a lie. Fun fact, Alexandra and I were born in San Diego, where we lived for two years before moving to LA for five years. We ended up in Atlanta, where my parents have lived for the past ten years until they moved back to San Diego this past July. Alexandra and I now live in Columbia, SC where we’re seniors at USC. So, quite literally, Western girls in a Southern world.         54It’s been a really tough week for Columbia, something which deserves it’s own post (which will come in the next few days.) I’m lucky that my family and friends are safe, and that the sun was out shining for a few days. I had gone to Atlanta last weekend with Ivory where I helped her sell vintage at Fall Fest at Candler Park. On the way there we stopped at her favorite vintage store in Augusta, where I was promised incredible finds. I was not disappointed- overstock from Free People and Urban galore. It included this eagle halter top. It ties all the way down and is SO SOFT- and it looks perfect with my small boobs. I’m in. I paired it with my favorite  vintage hat in the world which I got HERE IN COLUMBIA at Sid and Nancy’s. I grabbed my favorite boots and my leather jacket and JEANS. Blue jeans. Blue jeans I found for $7 at Buffalo Exchange. I’m still in shock. This was an outfit of thrifted goodness, head to toe. 326711   Hat: Vintage// Jeans: Buffalo Exchange// Boots: Dolce Vita// Jacket: Express8 10 9All photos by the twin, Alexandra.

Happy Sunday folks
XXX,
Gabriela

Greyer Gardens

If there’s a secret to having a happy life, it’s definitely to surround yourself with friends just as strange and unusual as you are. Mornings spent draped in vintage lingerie with stacks of costume rings, stickers on your face, best friends, and iced coffee may be far and few between, but they’re some of my favorites. Finding people like Ivory is a blessing- finding a souls who are always down to take photos and put on green glitter eyeshadow are the kind of people you hold onto. Ivory and I saw these rings and knew that we had to go all out- white fur, crazy jewel tone makeup and loads of sweet vintage.The twin, Alexandra, took the photos, which were so much fun to shoot. We didn’t realize we were unintentionally channeling Grey Gardens until Alex pointed it out- we weren’t mad about it. 121203 10 8 6 511161514132223 Happy Sunday.
XXXX,
Gabriela

CATS, SKORTS AND VALFRE

I hated being tiny for a long time, especially when I was growing up in all my pre-pubescent glory. I use to get made fun of for looking like I had an eating disorder and I could never fit into any of the juniors clothing when I was in middle school. I was a late (late, late, late) bloomer and I don’t think I really and truly grew into myself until the past year or two. What does this mean? Embracing the fact that I’m small framed (I’m 5’6 so I’m not that short). What does this mean in terms of fashion? KIDS CLOTHING. And wearing skorts from Goodwill that are size 5 in juniors (whatever that means?) It means saying F*** IT and working what I’ve got- aka no boobs, a butt and love for clothing that verges on the edge of ridiculous. aI just finished Viv Albertine’s biography and I’m currently reading Vivienne Westwood’s so I’ve been wearing a lot of plaid and channeling my inner Viv. I think the punks had the right idea by really utilizing fashion as a form of rebellion- they understood the power of a good (and striking) look. In my case, that means some cat tights from Hip Wa Zee, a plaid skort from Goodwill, my favorite new shoes from Target, my trusty denim jacket (with an extra dose of pins) and this amazing choker from Valfre. This may be one of my favorite outfits I’ve ever worn, simply because it made me feel powerful, confident and like I could kick the world in the butt. MXmvki-ZBqg8531nt4ueWMC7f30fRQGjomuK1gENsa4 l k j ihedcbgfAs always, photos by the amazing twin Alexandra. 

XOXO
Gabriela

 

Disco Witch

Lay your flowers out. Carefully, veiled in a glamour thinner than the lace you place on your skin. You’re gilded,  a crescent moon found on the darkest night, soft summer clouds cocooning gentle light. Place your roses one by one. A magick manifests as the earth whispers her secrets to you, slowly through weighted breaths, lulling you into a world caught between this and the next. Your heavy limbs find their way to a circle, where the only answer is to move your feet and dance under the midnight sky. You can get caught here, dancing with the fey until you’ve forgotten where you come from.aaYou’re a disco witch, a different breed. You find your call in the metallic glamour of long nights and vibrant beats. Your magick comes in the form of sequins, flowers and friends who spend their time exploring what it means to dance unapologetically through this life. You paint yourselves in silver like the stars and gold and bronze the color of the melting sun. You’re of the cosmos, a wicked kind of soul that’s not afraid to seek answers in the form of opal gilded starts. bbGI3ccGI2ddiilloothis oneMove gently. mm nnThanks to my babe Ivory and my twin Alexandra for making my Sunday perfect.

Vintage- Forgotten Feather

Photos- Alexandra Herstik 

 

THE SELF-LOVE REVOLUTION

Earlier today I came across an article- but not any article. THIS article. One which says the “Strat’ uniform is revolutionary. For those of you who don’t live in an SEC college town with an ungodly amount of Greek life, that’s the code for sorority uniform- oversized shirt and Nike shorts. The revolution, I suppose, comes from the idea that dressing for comfort, and purely comfort, is revolutionary. The writer didn’t actually talk about this, they just put it in the title and never brought it up. So, I don’t know what’s revolutionary about wearing tee shirts and shorts. If you think dressing like everyone else, simply because it’s the easiest choice and it’s practical, is revolutionary. you’re wrong. Saying that this uniform is revolutionary is taking away from women and men like Coco Chanel, Christian Dior, Vivienne Westwood and Rei Kawakubo. You’re taking away from the importance of what we wear to express who we are, especially in terms of gender and social constructs. I’m not here to lecture you, I’m just saying you’re wrong. Fashion can be revolutionary, just not in the way you think. There’s an interesting feeling that comes with purposefully crafting the way you move through this life. If you’re able to shape the way you enter the world, if you’re ever given that opportunity and don’t take advantage- you’re missing something good. There’s a power that’s found in that sort of self- love, one that I would argue is revolutionary.You don’t need anyone else’s approval. The only person who has to be comfortable with who you are, with what you chose, with the way you live, is you. If we all loved ourselves without fail, and empowered one another to do the same- that would be revolutionary.

Carrying this self-love in the form of fashion is my personal revolution.

1My revolution comes in the form of soul style. Which, for me, is finding an aesthetic representation for my soul.This means all  black, bright lipstick, a half shaved scalp, beautiful lingerie and strong eyebrows. When I wear all black, I feel like there’s a silhouette and less detail- like I can be who I am without people being distracted or worried about the little things. They’re too busy taking in the bigger picture (and unintentionally feeling my vibes and aura). I feel an energetic alignment when I wear something that makes me feel connected to the night and to the universe, especially when it’s in the form of a kick-ass outfit. It is my opinion, that self-love is a radical revolution; ignoring it, is not.

Today my revolution came in the form of brunch, taking these photos with Alex, cleaning, and movie and craft night with Ivory. I wore a pink harness bra from Urban Outfitters, my Betsey Johnson earrings and a new Wet and Wild lipstick that is my current obsession (and only $2). My shirt was handed down from one of my favorite friends, and the shorts are from my work, Hip Wa Zee. Lot’s of love went into this outfit.

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Here’s to a new revolution.

Here’s the Sundays with a little bit of soul (ha)
XXX,
Gabriela

FEELING YRSELF

Guys it’s happened. For the first time in my 21 years of existence I’m feelin myself- completely and utterly without any damn guilt. I’ve had this sense of peace with who I am, where I am and where I’m going and that feels good! A big part of this, for me, is that for the first time I love what I’m wearing. I feel like my clothing is a conscious and visual manifestation of my soul; I feel aligned. I like to think of this as enlightened personal style, soul style if you will; a non-verbal, purely aesthetic representation of the beauty your soul feels from all the high vibe living it’s doing in this life. In my case, this means a freshly shaved head, some good lipstick, a lot of black, something slightly unexpected and a tad of something sultry. In today’s post this also means something outside of my comfort zone- color. 1Okay so deep green may not be a shocking color, or anything explicit, but for this gal (who feels wholly herself in head-to-toe black) it’s a step and it shall be noted. I saw this top and immediately gravitated toward the slight side boob silhouette and the folky pattern. This top reminds me of the Celts, of folklore, of the faeries. When I realized this shirt fit perfectly, I had no choice- I was in and I had to buy it. I paired the look with the most amazing and probably most important piece of jewelry I have ever received. My lovely Ivory found was telling me all about this magnifying glass necklace she had found at the flea market and I knew I had to have it. I even asked her to hold on to any Aquarius coins she found so I could pair it with the necklace. That night she got home and sent me a photo- she had an Aquarius coin and hadn’t realized it. Synchronicity anyone?? The next day she gave me this necklace- the most beautiful, yellow gold, perfect looking magnifying glass with the trusty coin right beside it. I definitely cried- it’s like a friendship horcrux, when you do something so out of love that you give your friends a little piece of your soul so they’ll always have you with them.  2I paired this top with my only pair of black jeans from Topshop (which I am obsessed with). my trusty fuzzy sweater and some clog like sandals. I was going for space alien 70’s chic. 11 10 9 8 7 4Shirt and shoes: Urban Outfitters// Pants: Topshop// Necklace: Forgotten Feather Vintage5What’s your soul style?
XXX
Gabriela