singing in hotelz.

[shirt and shorts from American Apparel]

I broke my beloved bright Orange UrbanEars headphones dancing to Prince in the bathroom so I went out and bought a new pair instantly. No Orange but I'm okay with change.

Can't sleep and Blink182 and hotel rooms are a memory I had on my mind last night.

indulging in: Reckless Abandon by Blink182.

see ya america.

Acne Scuba Star Leather Jacket

I've been livin in hotels. On the road again. Just got the call that I'll be going to Paris soon again for work so I stepped out yesterday and bought myself the new Acne Scuba Star Leather Jacket to arrive in. Love.

The past few months have been hectic. Work has consumed my life for better and for worse but I truly do love my job. I got the opportunity to work in Dublin, Barcelona, Dusseldorf, Amsterdam, Paris and Stuttgart for two months with American Apparel in the early spring. I went back to New York for a minute, moved out of my apartment and now I'm in Pittsburgh for another week.

The most exciting news is that I was offered my dream position for the that company that I love so much AND my European work visa has been approved. I'm leaving in the next 3-4 weeks. If only one year ago I could have seen where my life would have taken me in present times. Funny how much things change, no?

See ya later America. I'll keep you updated along the new journey my life is taking.

fashion week.

Went to the opening ceremony party during fashion week.
Look to my left and who do I see in a raccoon hat waiting next to me for a beer.



Miss Erin Wasson.

[photo © Kristen Schultz; please don't use without permission]

red.

I am in love with the hair.
Should I do it for autumn?
So bored of brunette locks.

indulging in: Girls Just Wanna Fix Up by The Hood Internet.
[photo source: sea of shoes]

august.

August.
Brooklyn and the Hamptons.

indulging in: Kaliyugavaradana by U. Srinivas.
[photo source: my camera; please don't use without permission]

california select.

Dylan and I taking photos down by the Williamsburg bridge for the California Select Blog.
The weather was goooorgeous, we had so much fun.
I never want summer to end.

indulging in: Oh No by Andrew Bird.
[photo source: my camera; please don't use without permission]

city living.

Celebrating Swedish midsommer, working and running about Brooklyn.
Hey summer.

[photo © Kristen Schultz; please don't use without permission]

new digs.

I moved to Brooklyn about a month ago but I've been too busy to post.
New diggs.

indulging in: Kid Klimax by Atlas Sound.
[photo source: iphone]

thrifting.

blazer_thrifted // lace tank_aa // pleated pants_aa // heels_f21 // knee highs_aa // necklace_thrifted // belt_coach



Went thrifting on my lunch break in Tribeca and found a Jean Paul Gaultier blazer.
It's about time I found a lightweight creme blazer for summer - I can finally sleep at night.

indulging in: Colorful Nickels by Black Moth Super Rainbow.
[photo source: my camera]

3OH!3 and besties.

Meg and I met our new room mate Sean at 3oh!3's new video shoot in Greenpoint.
Sake, cigarettes and besties.

I look kinda shit, but that's me on my new block in BK.
blazer: H&M // circle scarf: AA // pants: Poly-Knit High Waist Pleat Pants from AA // bag: Vera Wang

indulging in: Cecilia by Simon and Garfunkel.
[photo source: my phone]

bk.

Moving to Brooklyn in a little over a month.
Ahhhhh I want it to be now.
hello summer.

indulging in: Psycho Killer by Talking Heads.
[image source: brooklyn bridge; braid - tell me if you know, I forgot; feather]

anti-nationalism, burn me at the stake.

warning: A wee rant that may or may not offend you. It takes a lot to get me this frustrated, apologizing in advanced for my impulse vent sesh.

I haven't spent more than 3 months in the US in the past 4 years without going out and exploring other countries and cultures. It was a mix of an addiction to the unknown, alternate perspectives and finding new inspiration for my work. When I got back from Paris a month or two ago, for the first time in a long time was content with just spending a decent amount of time in my own country. In fact, I was excited to come 'home'. I found a new respect and love for New York. The music and art scene, the creative open mindedness and my good friends.

But then I remembered why I couldn't stand being in this country in the first place. As cliche or silly as it sounds, the more American men I have interactions with the more I count the seconds until I get the chance to move back overseas. Are men here so spoiled by easy girls that it means no effort needs to be put in for anything? Has anyone noticed the lack of passion or spontaneity in this country? Well its official, the past month has cemented my previous idea's that American men are unmotivated, selfish and quite frankly undatable. And until one proves me wrong I'm officially a traitor. Monumental Disappointment.

Missing and craving some good ole fashioned European romance, because New England ain't got shit.

Paris, te me manque.

indulging in: Melody of a Fallen Tree by Windsor for the Derby.
[photo source: eugenio recuenco]

xiu xiu.

Mock-up for a silkscreen I'm going to be doing today, but I quite liked it in digital form.
Based off of a photo I took of a religious man in india.
Original photo here.

[photo © Kristen Schultz; please don't use without permission]

bleached blonde.

I really want to bleach my hair WHITE while its still winter and my skin is pale.
But I'm scared it'll look shit with my olive skin/dark haired complexion.
Thoughts?

[photo source: sophia louisa; my camera]

boxer briefs.

Pre-Boxer brief party photoshoot.
My mates Liz and Schlob to the left, and me on the right.

[photo © Kristen Schultz; please don't use without permission]

paris.

I've been to Paris once before but didn't really get a taste for it's cultural flare being that I visited during the summer when most Parisians are out of town on holiday.

We got to spend time with some of my Parisian friends, going for coffee and dinner and made some new ones over cocktails.
Versailles was the most gorgeous, awe inspiring architectural brilliance that I've had the pleasure of experiencing.. (and photographing).

Speeding down the Champs Elysees with my friend Alayssia and some French guys we met, in a Porsche blasting 'Empire State of Mind' on our last night.
Parfait.

indulging in: Ativan by Atlas Sound.
[photo © Kristen Schultz; please don't use without permission]

dublin.

I went back to Dublin for the first time in a year.
When I first arrived, I teared up and never felt more at home in a place as I did in that one moment.
After all of the drama that went down there in my past I wasn't sure how I'd feel and had genuinely surprised myself with how excited I was to be back.
I was so happy to be back that I didn't even want to leave for Paris the next day.

When we got back for two days after Paris, went out for a lovely lunch, spent time with my old room mate Joe and then went drinking again with my Irish friends.
I had the best night in Dublin that I'd ever had and I left for New York the next morning excited to go home to my city knowing that I couldn't have had a better time, or more perfect closure as I did.

indulging in: Red Cave by Yeasayer.
[photo © Kristen Schultz; please don't use without permission]