this is lany
the day we've all been waiting for. it's here. well, almost. tomorrow is super far away. tomorrow, LANY releases their debut album. yesterday, they released their latest single "super far". see what i did there?
LANY is an incredible trio of dudes who make insanely catchy music. what could be better? with every single, they only get better. "super far" had me screaming the lyrics down the interstate until my throat burned. frontman paul jason klein has a way of writing hypnotic lyrics that suck you into whatever story he's telling. i've never been in love, but "the breakup" makes me feel like some stupid boy just ripped my heart out, and the wound is opened again with every listen. "it was love" has got me doodling hearts around my elementary school crush's name. "good girls" makes me want to throw on a leather jacket and do the heart-breaking myself. basically, they make me feel a lot of things. they'll make you feel things, too.
make sure you check out LANY by LANY tomorrow. until then, check out the rest of their discography. they're the coolest.
new orleans is in pretty close proximity to the town i graduated high school from. which is great, because it's easy for my friends to come visit, and there really is no excuse for me to not visit home (which i never do... oops). and even when people come visit and we can't meet up, everyone always wants to know where is a good place to eat? what are some locals-only spots? where can i go where there will be no tourists? and i'm always happy to help, but there's so much to see i often forget to mention everything, so i thought i'd start a new running segment on where and what to do during your stay in the crescent city (i've never heard a local call it the "the big easy" fyi).
i took the opportunity to explore downtown outside of the french quarter during the blissful weekend before classes started, and stumbled upon every health-consious millennials dream: a coffee shop and juice bar under one roof. and it was everything you'd expect it to be: a cardigan and skinny jean clad crowd, headphones in and MacBooks charging. cute baristas with that confusingly attractive kinda dirty look. the inevitable mother in head to toe lululemon picking up lattes and fresh croissants on sunday morning. it was something out of my dreams.
everything was amazing. the bright windows and interior gave off a fresh and unintimidating vibe that some places like this can have. friendly staff. delicious pastries and quiches. and all moderately priced. if you're looking for a bit of LA in the state of LA, this is your spot.
so what else would you like to see in new orleans? more restaurant reviews? recommended museums? where to get the best soy latte in the city? sound off in the comments below.
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i went home from college for the first time over thanksgiving break. i found myself saying "oh my god i missed this" at things i never gave notice to before. how close in proximity everything is to my house. the sushi restaurant down the street. the tacky christmas wreaths that hang from every street lamp downtown. and of course, there were things i had missed from the moment i crossed the louisiana state line. my mother's cooking. my dog. but most of all, the beach. i hadn't realized how often i went or how much i loved it until i started living in new orleans. don't get me wrong, i love it here. it's just... it's not the beach. going back made me realize how genuinely happy i am there. wether i'm reading a book, catching some rays, or splashing in the emerald water, i've never been sad there. that being said, i encourage you to find your own beach. it may be a local coffee shop, the woods, or even your bed. find this place. visit often. don't take it for granted.
happy friday, nerds! i've decided to start a weekly update of things i love that i think you should know about as well.
have a great weekend.
canon camera | valentino scarf | calvin klein bra | one kings lane ring | birkenstock sandals
diptyque candle | ray ban sunglasses | chloé booties | nars duo | calvin klein underwear
the lair belt | saint laurent touche éclat | philosophy moisturizer | aesop hydrating cream
chemex coffee maker | louis vuitton tote
christmas is coming and i couldn't be more hyped (because, let's be real, who needs a holiday between october 31st and december 25th?). it's just now starting to feel fall-ish here in new orleans, so i've jumped in head first by wearing exclusively sweaters and scarves even when that means sweating profusely while walking in between classes. i'm still convincing myself it's worth it. above are a few things i've been dreaming about under the tree, but it's filled with some pretty awesome, gender-neutral beauties for everyone on your nice list this season. happy shopping!
comic via ruby
i found this comic recently while stumbling upon this refinery29 article. when i first saw the one above, i immediately started bawling my eyes out. it hits a little too close to home, so i decided to turn it into a lil psa. mental illness is tricky to understand, even when you suffer from one because everyone experiences them so differently. that being said, there are a few commonalities that nearly anyone affected can relate to. some days it's easy to feel so absolutely overwhelmed that getting through 24 hours alive is an accomplishment in itself. it's important to be gentle and soft and smooshy to anyone suffering from a mental illness because it often makes even mundane tasks difficult and feel unachievable. they need a lil extra love and it will make you feel better giving it to them as well. so next time someone is beating themselves up, remind them that they're doing their best.
as you can see, some changes are happening around here at aubstronomy. mary lynn, sara, and i are all still super cute best friends, but our passions laid elsewhere so i am taking over again. i plan to take aubstronomy in a more "lifestyle" direction. it's a collection of things i love in one convenient place. make sure you check up on the new gallery tab to see what's inspiring me. as always, thank you for your crazy support and i hope you stick around to see all the pretty mess.
here's to the fun years.
you are creative. you are sporty. you are hard-working. you are something and you have something that is completely unique to you. i think that often we get caught up in this place in our heads where we look at the people surrounding us and get jealous and defensive because they have something we don’t. this of course makes us insecure.
i’m here telling you: it is okay. i tried to be “good” at sports for a long time. i am putting ‘good’ in quotes because it is simply not possible for me. seriously, i am that bad. negative percentage hand-eye and foot-eye coordinated. but you know what?? i can paint and draw really well. also i like the way i load the dishwasher. i have definitely perfected my dish cleaning technique. and baby no one can load dishes the way i can. there is absolutely something about you that no one else has, and that is great. because i think the world would be a really boring place if we all loaded dishwashers the same way.
so discover your something and go be even greater at it. or better, go find a something and be really passionate about it. maybe you are an awesome gymnast or you brush your teeth really effectively. perfect your technique, or use it in a different way than you have before. and for goodness sake let’s stop being jealous of other people and start celebrating them for how incredible and unique they are.
after a sucky hiatus, i am back nerds. and i bring gifts in the form of recs! i haven't been reading anything new exactly (which isn’t true it’s just that i have yet to finish any of the five books i am currently reading), because well busy, but i do come with tidings of some of my favorites.
have you ever had those authors that just spin words and storylines in such a beautiful way you want to cry? i’ve got a couple here for you to check out.
read read read read until your hands bleed,
we haven't posted in, like, two weeks! and we're really sorry about that!! life is stressful and we are busy and we have some pretty valid excuses:
so as you can see, it's not that we haven't wanted to post, it's more like we just couldn't. but thankfully, we know you're all totally awesome people and you get where we're coming from. we really appreciate it (and you). we're looking forward to hanging with you guys more soon!
i like to think that i am a pretty cool person. i know that this is not true, but it makes me feel better about myself. i also like to believe that i am into some pretty cool things. i can say with a sliver of confidence that this may in fact be true.
there are some things i've learned about myself in my eighteen years. i have a very addictive personality. i find something i like. i dive head first into it without abandon. i fall in love. i don't think of consequences i justlovethisthing with myentirebeing. that's just how it goes. so, inspired by mary lynn's post, here are some things that have consumed my time as of late.
what's your excuse for sitting with an open textbook nearby?
the world is a very big place. you’ll come to realize this more and more, especially when you fly the nest. did you know that you need to get through about five levels of conversation in swahili before you can actually say “i had a bad day” because it’s not considered polite to do otherwise? or that people in east africa often speak three languages by the time they reach college?
did you know that sometimes it can be cheaper for you to study abroad for a semester than it would be for you to study in america? did you know that some schools will transfer your financial aid so that it applies still when you go abroad? did you know that there are programs dedicated to helping students like me like you to travel the world and learn cool new things? whaaaaat. yes, it’s real. google it.
let me broaden your horizon and tell you that it’s actually quite possible for you to travel to far-off amazing places where the natives think your name is weird and your accent even weirder. guys, the planet is so awesome and big. i don’t know about you but i have this intense desire to wander and screw money or time because i want to explore.
i think that we often grow up with this equation in our heads: highschool + grades + ACT = diploma + college —> college + boy = husband + career = the rest of your life. well let me tell you that life doesn’t have to be that way girlfriend, or boyfriend whatever. take a gap year, or study abroad for a semester. come to scotland with me and milk goats to pay your way through it. it can be done. it will be done. and we’re going to do it. limits exist because you put them on yourself and i know you’re bigger than that.
close your eyes, spin the globe, and point
mary “all we do is encourage teenagers to rebel” lynn
you’re too freaking young.
you are too freaking young to not be the person you’ve always wanted to be. don’t look back when you’re thirty and regret not doing everything you wanted to. life is too short to care what other people think. wear the dress. buy the shoes. shamelessly love what you want to love. do it without abandon. love loudly. smile too brightly. be happy because finally, the person you are on the inside matches what you see on the outside.
you will get snide comments from that one aunt and your roommate will wonder who the person sleeping one room over has become but it will not matter. i promise. you will be happier that you ever thought you could be.
stop putting it off. go be that person. you've always wanted a tattoo? wanted to dress that way but are afraid of what your friends would say? wanted to listen to that band? wanted to major in art? go. freaking. do it. you were born from stardust and to stardust you will return, but you have this entire "dash" between your birth and death years to fill up. make it magic. do whatever you want to and don't say sorry because in the end, you're the only one who sees the whole thing playback before your eyes. make it worth watching. die with a smile on your face because there's not a thing you would change.
i'm giving you permission to be a little selfish. to care about and for yourself a little bit more. i'm not telling you to say "screw you world!!!" and live as a hermit because you dropped everything and everyone to be this person. there is a way to balanced. find that perfect ratio and laugh when you do. then don't stop laughing.
go dancing or something.
shalom! it is friday again and so we present you with another list of songs to celebrate making it through another week. since all we've been listening to for the past month is walk the moon in preparation for the concert, and all we've been listening to since the concert is walk the moon to help ease the pain, this is a pretty uncreative list. however, we want everyone on earth to know and love this band like we do, so here are our favorites!!!
next in line // walk the moon
be impressive // the griswolds
portugal // walk the moon
fixin' // walk the moon
16 years // the griswolds
aquaman // walk the moon
beware the dog // the griswolds
lisa baby // walk the moon
jenny // walk the moon
love them, danggit!!
guys. i am full of emotions right now. i can already warn you that this post is going to be a jumbled-up whirlwind of tears and skinned knees and cracking voices.
last night, sara and i, along with her boyfriend and our friend alyssa, went to new orleans to eat donuts and sing really loud. getting home at 3 am, only to take a nap and wake up for school today, could not be more worth it.
the griswolds were the opening act and put on a huge show. i had heard of them before but never really listened to their music, but i wish i had before last night. they were so interactive and full of energy and so!! freaking!! nice!! i had the chance to talk to the drummer after (happy late birthday, lucky!), and they will be back in nola in october, so meet me there because you will regret missing it. listen to their newest album, be impressive, here.
i don't know if i really have the emotional capacity to really discuss what happened in that venue last night, but i will try my best. walk the moon is one of (if not THE) best live band i've ever heard. nicholas's vocal range is insane and he is definitely pitch perfect. they are so fun and more than anything: their shows aren't just live music, they're an experience. their energy is genuine and they make it impossible to not jump and scream the lyrics at the top of your lungs. i dare you to try.
the only way i can summarize my current feelings is post-concert depression. and since i'm having trouble articulating anything at all right now, i will share urban dictionary's take on the term.
post concert depression: also known as PCD, it is the depression after you favorite band or singer's concert. you feel like you miss them a lot even though they don't know you, and you don't know what to do with your life because your life is so boring outside of a concert. sometimes, the symptoms are so bad that you cry a lot, can't eat anything, and don't talk to anyone. post concert depression can last up to a week, depending on the severity of the concert. however, even after a long time, listening to the artist's music may cause a relapse.
if you need me, i'll be in my bed listening to talking is hard on repeat.
keeping in line with the fest fashion theme, i'm showcasing another one of my favorite brands, for love & lemons. they're notorious for their skivvies (which are absolutely breathtaking), but also have a collection of bunny-soft knits, lacy crop + skirt sets, and the sheer, appliqué-dusted dresses shown above. unless you live in a big metropolitan area where no one judges you for what you wear (i envy you!) or you just don't care what people think (i envy you, too!), these might only be realistic at three-day-long concerts. whether you throw on your swimsuit, hotpants and a bralette, or a full bodysuit under, you just can't go wrong. make sure you scan their whole line, and be prepared to fall in love.
pass the coconut water.
what's up nerds? finals stressing you out? life stressing you out? you want a proper way to spend time procrastinating?
i present you my distraction happy montage!!
okay, now go write those papers.
"do not let adults steal this generation from you. relish in selfies. snapchat pictures of coffee to your friends, huddle around an iphone to watch vines. shamelessly love this generations commodities, like how your parents loved THEIR commodities, like disco or hammer pants or whatever else. do not let angry adults take away your chance to experience the uniqueness of right now."
quote via tumblr
i am a proud millennial. i love that autocorrect just fixed my botched spelling of "millennial". i love that i can facetime my friends at college. i love instagramming the last concert i went to. i love watching livestreams of shows at nyfw. i love my generation. sure, there are some pretty messed up things going on in the world, and not everyone my age is a "good person", but isn't that true of every generation passed? i think it's so funny when our parents or other adults "get onto us" for pop culture. i can't even get mad at it anymore. sure, it's aggravating, but so ironic. rock'n'roll, elvis, drugs, free love... are they really that different from what we deal with today?
I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over iPhone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hopping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the year’s first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious asshole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart-eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the world’s weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snapchat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85-year-olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7-year-olds teaching themselves guitar over YouTube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my father’s voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our family’s phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment when you can Google
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.
-b.e.fitzgerald, art is a facebook status about your winter break
so, i threw all of that out to say this: kids, don't feel bad for what you love. enjoy technology and embrace social media. we're the coolest thing the world's ever seen. adults, don't make us feel bad for what we love. we're just kids.
@ me next time, punk.
happy (late) earth day! we really take our planet for granted, don't we? it's so beautiful and full of good if you look in the right places. every morning, the sun rises, and hardly any of us watch it. every evening, the stars wake up, twinkle and blink the sleep from their eyes, and start to sing. who hears them? right now, someone is being born. someone is getting kissed for the first time. someone got down on one knee. someone just said "yes". "i do". "i love you". first steps. first words. how unbelievable is that? how blessed are we?
yesterday, i did an hour of yoga right before sunset. i dedicated my practice to our lovely home. nothing for me is so calming and refreshing as yoga. it was the perfect way to celebrate and really appreciate all we have. how did you give thanks?
i believe in investment pieces. i believe that you don't need a lot of expensive things to look and feel unstoppable. but there are forever pieces (a camel trench coat, a pair of black pointed-toe heels), and there are treat-yo-self pieces (the romper above). there are clothes that may not be totally realistic to wear day-to-day, but they make you feel something. this romper makes me feel like i'm on some lush, tropical island with no intentions of returning. it's comfortable and airy and careless. if i never had to take it off, i wouldn't. treat-yo-self above.
rag & bone hat | isabel marant tank | isabel marant skirt | calypso st. barth dress | chloé booties | pixie market top | isabel marant sandals | maje folio dress | isabel marant necklace | calypso st. barth pants | forever 21 jacket
festival season is officially upon us! one of the reasons concerts are so fun is that you can dress up to match the show and wear something you normally wouldn't. music fests are a great time to break out anything bohemian. fringe, tassels, embroidery, perfection. it's not too late to shop for bonnaroo.
ditch the flowercrown (or don't).
welcome home, friday. we missed you dearly. we are so happy to see you again, and are glad you returned safely. you were gone so long, it almost felt like you'd never return. to celebrate your long-awaited arrival, we've composed a playlist in your honor.
meridian // the cardinal sons
hey mami // sylvan esso
lo-fi children // wild party
disconnected // five seconds of summer
beauty school dropout // glee cast
come on eileen // dexys midnight rummers
ivory black // seryn
rivers and roads // the head and the heart
let's get started // dylan gardner
i'd especially like to point out dylan gardner. his album adventures in real time is quickly becoming one of my favorites, especially as summer approaches. it's just one of those albums where i heard the 10-second itunes preview of one track and immediately purchased the entire ep. i just knew i was going to love it. check him out because he is so talented and also very cute. what's not to love?
thanks for existing, friday.
roommates. so having one of those creatures who lives next to you during your first year of college is inevitable. if you’re going to some university where you virtually know no one chances are your person will be a rando, or you could be attending a school like sewanee (aka best college in the universe) where they force you to take on a rando your freshman year.
it can be a beautiful thing. i find it rather difficult to explain the relationship you have with your roommate. because all of a sudden you have another person taking up your space, your personal bubble, and you have to account for them too when you do things. they aren’t exactly like your best friend, or your sibling. roommates exist in a whole other category titled: things that everyone understands but are very difficult to explain.
having a roommate doesn’t guarantee that you will be best friends or that (unfortunately) y’all will even get along well, but it does guarantee that you need to be gracious and mindful. be aware that this is their home too, and don’t be a douche to them or their stuff and you are already off to a great start. also be caring and compassionate, and if you are not quite fond of your roommate that does not give you permission to bad mouth them to other people. you could luck out like me and get a wicked cool roommate (shoutout to katie sutton my boo thang). me and katie are those people who don’t care about anything ever, so it makes living together very enjoyable and easy. this too could happen to you, and i hope it does.
honestly, don’t stress over the roommate situation. you’ll be fine. most likely. and if not, it’s only a year.
basically this is a love letter to katie sutton,
weworewhat hat | piko top | diy shorts | jeffery campbell booties | chanel purse | fendi charm
photography: dylan mitchell
hopefully by now it is shorts weather in your city. in celebration, slather on some self tanner and break those pins out! every single human being deserves a piko top. they're made of bamboo and feel like wearing a cloud. seriously, shop above and change your life. you can buy destroyed denim cutoffs almost anywhere, but it's so much easier (and cheaper) to do it yourself. i will never stop saying this: wool hats make you feel like kendall jenner and indiana jones at one time and that is a beautiful thing. one of my biggest tricks it taking basic casual pieces and dressing them up with with a hat and slightly nicer shoes to make an im-so-busy-and-going-crazy-and-trying-to-do-a-thousand-things-at-once outfit look a little more put together. i feel a little more adulty every time i trade leggings and a huge t-shirt for high-waisted shorts and a nicer top. what are your tricks for faking til' you're making?
this title sounds kinda heavy, but i promise it's the opposite. five wise (and frankly, totally adorable) boys once gave me great life advice: live while [you're] young. now, this doesn't mean that once you hit the 40 mark, you may as well kick it. you're as young as you allow yourself to be. but there is something so much deeper behind those sunshine, boybandy harmonies. you are only "young" once. you will never be a teenager or twenty-something again after those years pass. you cannot get them back. and maybe you don't want to; maybe once was enough. and that's ok. but it's such a valuable season in your life, full of growth and bright colors and loud noises. it's fun. i love it. i love being the youngest barista at my starbucks. i love being the youngest of my friend group. i love it because it makes me feel like i have more time, even if i don't. i never understood growing up why adults said that teenagers feel invincible. despite my attempts to be realistic, there are days where i certainly do feel indestructible. but there are also days where i feel invisible. dang, maybe this is a heavy post after all.
but i say all of that to say this: do now; regret later. dye your hair pink. do it now. do it while you're young and cute and have time for your hair to recover. pierce your nose. do it now. when you look in the mirror on sunday morning before you go to wake up your kids, look at the hole and remember what it was like to be stupid and reckless. get the tattoo. do it now. trace it with your fingers and don't forget the late nights spent with friends eating pizza and laughing too loud. do now. regret later (if you regret it at all).
go. do it now.
documenting the fun years.