Thank you so much! It is nice to be called intriguing! I am 20 years old and I am a graphic designer and a student living in the West Village in NYC. I go back and forth between the West Village apartment and my graphic designer husband’s studio in the East Village.

My mother is a physician and my father practices alternative forms of healing.

I have an estate in the country side (my parents)  and a poodle and I am a perfectionist and a workaholic… I do not really know what else to say haha. I do not go out much because I am always working so I am sure your life is much more exciting by most people’s standards!

What about you?! I would love to know who you are!

Kisses!

I finally got around to going to school to use the large format printers (très clinical). No one looks fresh or rested. I am definitely not. I think if someone were to come into the school computer labs right now they would find the fact that they are filled with mid-final week zombie designers beyond creepy and mark us off as junkies or something to that terribly un-chic effect. 

Either way. I want to go back to my current state of un-restedness. I am afraid it is going to age me. I even made L look up pictures of how much Obama has aged since the start (seriously do not look this up if you are nervous about stress related aging, you will honestly have an anxiety attack). My skin is dry and peeling, my hair is not clean, my nails are not done, and I need a brazilian. I want to just crawl into bed and let people manicure me while I sleep. I need a blow out. 

Tomorrow is my last class (a ten minute meeting). I have to show all nine final projects given this semester. I still have a couple of hours work ahead of me (I will use as that as my excuse for why this is so poorly written) and I am in a state of anxiety.

I guess I should stop before I get any worse!

Kisses!

-Annalie W. F.

Ahn-ah-lee!

Thank you for the question!

Kisses!

Here were the goals of today:
-get dressed while attempting to eschew the attention of an entire crew of workers working on the building next door
-Pack up my things into my large faux snakeskin bag (it is cuter than you think) and my Whim bag in a way that evenly distributes the weight of all of my books and things
-Somehow make it back to the West side apartment with both bags
-do five sketches for my redesign of The Village Voice (EW)
-make and design a poster for the typeface I designed
-go over the final draft of my paper for History of Graphic Design
-Hopefully pick up things from the tailor
-Pick up a package from the Post Office
-Look attractive for L

* I need to make a curtain so the workers cannot see in really. That way I could freely move about the room. I guess I will do that.

Here is what happened:

-get dressed while attempting to eschew the attention of an entire crew of workers working on the building next door (see the stared item below)
-Pack up my things into my large faux snakeskin bag (it is cuter than you think) and my Whim bag in a way that evenly distributes the weight of all of my books and things
-Somehow make it back to the West side apartment with both bags
    I would be completely lying if I did not tell you that L helped me when he got     back from his 9-9 day,
-do five sketches for my redesign of The Village Voice (EW) (I have done three)
-make and design a poster for the typeface I designed (the assignment was changed now 50 concepts sketched assignment)
-go over the final draft of my paper for History of Graphic Design
-Hopefully pick up things from the tailor
-Pick up a package from the Post Office
-Look attractive for L
-Find JT (She sent me a message while this was being written)
-Take a shower

* I need to make a curtain so the workers cannot see in really. That way I could freely move about the room. I guess I will do that.

I am not sure I was that efficient. The thing is I have grown accustom to just lying in bed all day. It has made me quite sick. When L and I were walking back I could start to feel the pain. I am hypoglycemic and usually I am aware of these sorts of things but since I had eaten dinner I figured I was fine to walk back. As soon as we got back I had to order rice. I think left overs are gross so I ate half and then threw the rest out (which is horribly wasteful I know, I do not mean to be). I still feel horrible. Every part of me hurts. I do not know how I am going to finish my work and shower.

Now I am sitting on a sheepskin on the floor with a large pink floor pillow drinking a large bottle of smartwater hoping this will go away soon. As a note I only drink water out of bottles. I think drinking water from the tap is weird and gross despite how clean everyone says the water in the city is. I think it comes from growing up estate side where the water comes from a well and has too much iron (it tastes like blood). Either way, L has set up a pink hookah with rose flavored shisha in the middle of the floor which looks quite cute (and relaxing). If we were not both on our computers and if everything did not happen to be a shade of cream or pink it would be a little too lounge like. I like to think of it more like the chapter ’ Advice From a Caterpiller’ from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland sans the mushrooms and the growing.

I am running twice as fast to keep in the same place, I mean this. Every time I decide to slow down and lie in bed when I should be working I fall so behind. I stopped working just now. I am going to be sleepless for sure. 9 am class tomorrow. Eewe! Just the thought of it makes me clinical. Time for a v and maybe a d and hopefully get back to my work soon.

Kisses!
-Annalie W. F.

So I am not the best when it comes to efficiency. My so called ‘process’ when it comes to completing tasks is far from efficient. I had been more in control of things but now I just feel completely lost. I have to get myself back on track and I risk losing a night of sleep to do so. Here are the goals of today:

-get dressed while attempting to eschew the attention of an entire crew of workers working on the building next door
-Pack up my things into my large faux snakeskin bag (it is cuter than you think) and my Whim bag in a way that evenly distributes the weight of all of my books and things
-Somehow make it back to the West side apartment with both bags
-do five sketches for my redesign of The Village Voice (EW)
-make and design a poster for the typeface I designed
-go over the final draft of my paper for History of Graphic Design
-Hopefully pick up things from the tailor
-Pick up a package from the Post Office
-Look attractive for L

Last night, after dinner with L and his parents at 10 Downing, a place I had never been to buy quite enjoyed, the temperature dropped down to a level which I consider to be inappropriate. I decided that the best thing to do would be to dawn my new Juicy Suit, a pair of Ugg boots (I am not even kidding, my feet were horribly cold), a large fur hat, and my shearling for my walk over to the East side. At least I was warm. L thought it was très cute so I could not be bothered what anyone else thought. The issue is now I will be walking back alone and that outfit, actually just the Ugg boots part of it, is not very proper for walking alone. I usually do not care what other people think but when you are walking past all of the West Village beauties you cannot help but to be more than thankful that you are wearing oversized sunglasses.

But I guess I am beyond the point of what people will think of me, now I am more focused on how clinical I am due to the amount of work that I have. maybe I should just dawn something other than the Uggs and leave them here. I know in order to get over feeling clinical I have to get something on my to-do list done but I feel sleepy. It is a problem, I am so sleepy lately, I cannot figure out why. On Saturday L woke me up at five at night. I was completely in shock of how I could have slept for so long. He had woken up five hours earlier and was sweet enough to close the curtains and make sure not to make any noise. I should feel rested.

I guess the thing to do would be to start on an assignment? Or would it it be to lay out my outfit, lingerie, shoes, and sweater/jacket and pack up my things and then start on an assignment? I need to make a curtain so the workers cannot see in really. That way I could freely move about the room. I guess I will do that.

Kisses!
-Annalie W. F.

I am anxious right now, more than usual (which is saying a lot). I finally stopped putting off taking my meds for it. All of New York is anxious or stressed or something. Everyone is either high or medicated or both. You have to be here or else you would be so clinical you would become something horrible like a jumper. Either way, I do not know how every time I go to the East side I end up bringing back a suitcase full of things. 

As I packed I made a list of some of the clothes that I have mysteriously acquired in the past couple of days:

William Rast shorts

Hudson skinny jeans

J Brand skinny jeans

Marc by Marc Jacobs black pants

Juicy Couture pink dress

A new Marc by Marc Jacobs black lace top 

A new Marc by Marc Jacobs red and white Cardigan

A pink Juicy Couture tank top

Two tank tops from Victoria’s Secret

Juicy Couture jumper

Three Marc by Marc Jacobs t-shirts

Marc by Marc Jacobs tank top dress

Juicy Couture hot pink velour pants (forgot the top on the West side)

Juicy Couture kids leopard print leggings

Juicy Couture kids navy blue velour dress

A new Marc by Marc Jacobs button up

Faux leather fringe jacket

Faux leather shearling jacket

Long cream Marc by Marc Jacobs Cardigan

A bag full of Agent Provocateur lingerie

Marc by Marc Jacobs flats

A pair of Frye knee length boots

A pair of black leather ankle boots

A pair of Marc Jacobs Collection cream suede kitten heels

Two or three jewelry bags filled with Jewelry

My fathers Movado watch

Two Marc by Marc Jacobs Wallets

Three cameras: A new Fuji Film instant camera, a Canon slr, and a film camera

Many books

A new Hedi Slimane book

A thousand notebooks

Special pencils

Garment bags

Several other types of bags (most from Marc Jacobs)

Three Diptyque candles (all which I think I am going to keep here)

Literally a thousand magazines  

I need a service to come and pick it up and bring it to the West side. I feel tres bad making L help me. 

Kisses!

-Annalie W. F.

I got a call from my sister Bliss yesterday. She is my twin sister. My identical twin sister. I do not talk about her often. She has dyed blonde hair as well except it is styled differently and it probably does not have roots. 

‘Thank god we are not old money.’ She said almost excitedly. I could hear her enthusiasm through the phone. ‘Can you imagine? We would be so dull and weird!’ 

‘Are you self concious or something?’ I asked.

She did not answer, she just continued ‘Like old money heiresses, or new money heiresses… wait I do not like that term, let’s call it contemporary heiresses, okay? At least a contemporary heiress is associated with intelligence, not just riding out a soon to die fortune, EW! I feel so bad for the old money heiresses whose fortunes are about to run out!’

Although Bliss did make a valid point, I could not seem to share the same sadness for heiresses with fortunes that were soon to run out. 

I am not sure why our parents decided to call her Bliss (it is a little un-chic to say the least), I hesitate to even write her name because I bet she will google herself tomorrow and see this. She is obsessed with googling herself and making sure that her name does not appear. I think she would like everyone to think she does not exisit, which is weird in my opinion. She thinks it is her allure, I think it is her way of not feeling like she has to stay around anywhere for too long. 

Either way, Bliss paid google to look for the names Bliss Fairchild and Fairchild Bliss and block them from showing up (I did not even know you could do this but Bliss is so paranoid she found out a way of course). Of course google does not really care and so Bliss has to spend her time googling herself and alert google of any appearances. She thinks it keeps her safe and that I should do the same. Honestly it is just her being selfish. 

‘Are you at the estate or something?’ I asked her. Bliss and I do not talk as often as we should. We both have this problem where we try to make ourselves inaccessible, so whenever we do talk I figure she is at the estate and she wants to talk because she is lonely.

‘Of course I am. Winter I think you should come and see me.’ She said with a seriousness in her voice.

‘I just got back Bliss plus I have class, and stop calling me Winter.’ Winter is my middle name. A product of our Mother’s use of ‘Rainbow’ acid that she took pre-med. 

‘Yeah, but if you put our names together we get to be Winter Bliss!’

‘Bliss that is stupid’

‘Whatever dude, I am coming to the city.’

It was not abnormal for Bliss to give one days notice, or even to show up completely unexpectedly. 

‘When? Wait let’s text, I hate talking on the phone.’ I said and hung up. Immediately I could a text.

‘I do not know, tomorrow?’

‘To do what?’ I responded.

‘Take pictures, what do you think?’

I have not been around very much due to the fact that I have been back in school. I started typing this secretly while I was in class. Entre nous, school has been making me feel a little down. It is amazing how much teachers love talking about themselves. I swear I had a teacher discuss himself for two hours (tres boring to say the least).

If you were to ask me to list all of the qualities of each teacher that make me clinical it would not be hard. I was even sent to the Bronx zoo (ew), that is practically a different country (not that I have anything against the Bronx it is just that it is a little out of the way).

School has been making me feel so down that the people at Juicy Couture could tell and I got special treatment. The head of the store was waiting on me hand and foot rather than my usual personal shopper. I walked out with the most beautiful white silk vest with bead detailing, Barbie would definitely wear. It is so beautiful, it is beyond. I will have to add it to my list. I think SH has the jacket version of it.  

L and I went up to Barneys and Bergdorfs two Saturdays ago. We shared a bellini and tea at Freds and then a lovely woman helped me try to find chic black pants at Marni, and then Stella Mcartney, but I had no luck. I looked for a new fur coat as well, but absolutely no luck with that either. Instead, I found a faux waist length shearling (why not?) at one of those stores along the way. I actually enjoy it. I even got complemented by a random woman who was tres chic. We even went to  Harry Winston (I almost fainted when I saw all the beautiful diamonds). 

L later took me to Marivanna (a trendy Russian restaurant, where for some reason they know me) for dinner. It is amazing how popular the restaurant has become, it is absolutely lovely inside. I swear it is so girly and shabby chic mixed with Russian touches all throughout (which all must have been handpicked because seriously they are the most beautiful random things). It is filled with real Russian people speaking Russian too, it is authentic while still being glamourous. I swear it makes the idea of  looking like a peasant Russian girl almost appealing. All of the Russians who are there are always in the most expensive clothes/bags/shoes, wearing huge furs, wearing way too much makeup, drinking endless amounts of Vodka, and are still about ten years behind in fashion. I once had a huge breakdown there during a snow storm and ended up crying in front of Chelsea Clinton and her whole table. My parents met L there for the first time and I met his parents for the first time there as well. It is one of my favorite places in the city

The next day I got a new pair of Guess jeans because they actually were my size (normally I would never go near Guess but I made an exception when the prospect of finding jeans that fit will showed) and another pair of Marc by Marc Jacobs slender black pants. My list has gotten longer.

Kisses!

-Annalie W. F.

I have not been around very much due to the fact that I have been back in school. I started typing this secretly while I was in class. Entre nous, school has been making me feel a little down. It is amazing how much teachers love talking about themselves. I swear I had a teacher discuss himself for two hours (tres boring to say the least).

If you were to ask me to list all of the qualities of each teacher that make me clinical it would not be hard. I was even sent to the Bronx zoo (ew), that is practically a different country (not that I have anything against the Bronx it is just that it is a little out of the way).

School has been making me feel so down that the people at Juicy Couture could tell and I got special treatment. The head of the store was waiting on me hand and foot rather than my usual personal shopper. I walked out with the most beautiful white silk vest with bead detailing, Barbie would definitely wear. It is so beautiful, it is beyond. I will have to add it to my list. I think SH has the jacket version of it.  

L and I went up to Barneys and Bergdorfs two Saturdays ago. We shared a bellini and tea at Freds and then a lovely woman helped me try to find chic black pants at Marni, and then Stella Mcartney, but I had no luck. I looked for a new fur coat as well, but absolutely no luck with that either. Instead, I found a faux waist length shearling (why not?) at one of those stores along the way. I actually enjoy it. I even got complemented by a random woman who was tres chic. We even went to  Harry Winston (I almost fainted when I saw all the beautiful diamonds). 

L later took me to Marivanna (a trendy Russian restaurant, where for some reason they know me) for dinner. It is amazing how popular the restaurant has become, it is absolutely lovely inside. I swear it is so girly and shabby chic mixed with Russian touches all throughout (which all must have been handpicked because seriously they are the most beautiful random things). It is filled with real Russian people speaking Russian too, it is authentic while still being glamourous. I swear it makes the idea of  looking like a peasant Russian girl almost appealing. All of the Russians who are there are always in the most expensive clothes/bags/shoes, wearing huge furs, wearing way too much makeup, drinking endless amounts of Vodka, and are still about ten years behind in fashion. I once had a huge breakdown there during a snow storm and ended up crying in front of Chelsea Clinton and her whole table. My parents met L there for the first time and I met his parents for the first time there as well. It is one of my favorite places in the city

The next day I got a new pair of Guess jeans because they actually were my size (normally I would never go near Guess but I made an exception when the prospect of finding jeans that fit will showed) and another pair of Marc by Marc Jacobs slender black pants. My list has gotten longer.

Kisses!

-Annalie W. F.

Last night, after a long afternoon of shopping with L, and only a Juicy Couture Barbie pink bikini to show for it, L and I parted after some confusion. He texted me asking what the last thing I said was, and we realized we had mixed everything up completely. We had agreed to meet up at M, N, and JW’s apartment as they had gone to help JW after her accident and we were going to see her. I fell asleep as soon as stepped into the Westside apartment. I feel terrible about this because JW was excited to see me apparently, and because L was going to be in the big soft Westside bed by the time the night was over. But at 5 am the only one in those soft pink sheets was me because L’s keys were still with me for some reason. I am a horrible friend and a horrible key keeper.

Now it is 7 something in the morning and I am on my way to L’s (I am not exactly sure if he is up, or in the shower but he told me at 5am to come over anytime before 8am when he planned to leave for work).

I just buzzed his apartment, thank god he let me in because I don’t carry that set of keys with me. Holding two pairs of the same set of keys is complicated enough already. Plus I don’t see the point of having a set of keys here anyways. The spare should be kept on the Westside only to be used for emergencies in my opinion.

Aside from the keys, I head back to school tomorrow, which is giving me an anxiety attack. I do not know why exactly, but the prospect of going to class just makes me feel clinical from the start. I love Parsons, I honestly do but I have a hard enough time sleeping as it is. I am trying to get excited for it but I cannot help but remember that my first class is an art history class that is required and that I chose not to do last term. 

To get my mind off of that, my very chic photographer friend O is coming over for tea this afternoon so i have to pull myself together by three. I have been lounging in bed texting. I have to sort everything out for tomorrow (my anxiety attack is coming back) as well. Back to O, O is from Toronto but spent her childhood living different places and was born in Manhattan so she has duel citizenship. We have been friends for ages, a friendship that was born from our shared love for Hedi Slimane, Kate Moss, Serge Gainsbourg, Jane Birkin and most notable the fact that we are similar in size and can wear each other’s clothes if we wanted. Due to my clinicalness (which I think has something to do with the fact that school has started) I have only gotten out of bed to see my other friend TW who made my bed (without me even asking and unknowingly put on the sheets that I wanted!) for me while I took a bath, he is amazing like that. TW strangely always knows what I like. JT introduced us over New Years. We bonded while picking up the three dogs in the Bronx (which believe me was a tres interesting experience because a. I was on the subway, b. it was five in the morning, c. I was holding JT’s racist pomchi on the subway from the Bronx back to the West Village d. I had never been to the Bronx before, and despite what everyone thinks it is not scary. At least not the part I was in, everyone was friendly and helpful. I have nothing against the Bronx.) it was one of my favorite New Years. 

I will attempt to pull everything together.

Kisses!

-Annalie W. F.

I have decided that parts of my look need to change. Everything needs to be more mini. Skirts, dresses, mini.

I took advantage of tonight and made it a night about mini since there is a gathering at the East side at L’s studio. Usually I would find it completely embarrassing to be doing something on a Saturday night but tonight is a different sort of occasion. Since it is sort of a end of the summer sort of thing I am wearing a white Juicy Couture kids ultra mini skirt that was riding up as I walked from the West Village apartment. I now understand why people have drivers (I still prefer walking). A purple Marc Jacobs kids top with white palm trees, a Marc by Marc Jacobs creme long cardigan, a blue beaded Juicy Couture scarf, a beaded cuff from Juicy couture, and my Marc by Marc Jacobs flats. Despite the fact that I am dressed, I am tucked away in a separate room, back in L’s East side bed because boys always leave girls out and I get unbelievably bored. 

My list has gotten longer:

1. A new Juicy Couture velour limited edition pink track suit (it is a different pink that the one I had before)

2. A navy blue Juicy Couture velour tracksuit top (without the hood)

3. An oversized shirt from Juicy Couture

4. A pair of William Rast shorts (not so much for fall but that is okay)

5. An LAmade tank top

6. A pair of Poetic License high heels (cheap but comfortable)

7. A pair of Frye knee high leather boots

8. A High Rankin black v-neck

9. A shirt from Roscoes

10. A pink minidress from Juicy Couture

11. My new Marc by Marc Jacobs shirt. 

12. A Marc by Marc Jacobs tank top dress

13. A pair of Hudson skinny jeans

14. A Juicy Couture kids navy blue Velour dress

15. A Juicy Couture friendship bracelet

16. A Marc by Marc Jacobs creme cardigan

17. A Marc Jacobs kids purple t-shirt 

18. A Marc by Marc Jacobs creme wallet ( I am into creme right now)

19. A white Juicy Couture kids mini skirt

20. A Juicy Couture blue beaded scarf

21. A Juicy Couture beaded cuff

22. A naughty gift from L that is only meant for him to see (thank you L!)

During the time where I updated the list I decided to get undressed. So I am a little nervous of someone opening the door. I am not the type to drink (I despise it actually) so these sorts of things are not exactly my thing. Sometimes I think that only shopping is my sort of thing. I take that back, fashion, style, and magazines are my sort of thing, and trust me the boys out there are not talking about that (and the girls, who L refers to as the ‘Punk girls’ probably are not talking about anything related to my interests either). I do not talk to people who wear ripped clothing on purpose. It is a personal choice, I do not judge you if you do talk to them, I just prefer not to.

Despite their tattoos and pre ripped clothing, I try my best not to judge them. They do do one thing that drives me crazy. Smoking cigarettes. Inside too, which is hardly considerate due to the fact that I think I am allergic to cigarettes and no one here smokes them. Cigarettes just smell terrible and make me sick. 

Either way, L came back in because I refused to go out into the smoky common area and passed out. I guess that means no Barneys tomorrow like he promised. He does look extremely handsome when he sleeps though. 

Kisses!

-Annalie W. F.  

Now this is going to sound twisted, but I cannot imagine dying in a messy apartment. I made the East side bed, packed up all of up things and now I am waiting for help to bring it back to the West side apartment, where nothing is clean. 

I should not be thinking like this I know, but when it is as hard as it is to get up and out of bed in the morning as it is for me then you start thinking about stupid things like that. I do not want to die, it is just that feeling you get when you are stuck in a place where you think you cannot get out of. 

If I did not have plans I would crawl back into the East side bed and lie there quietly. Maybe I am not in the best mind state but that is exactly why I should not be around L right now. I do not want to get him down too. Some people would assume that I should not be alone right now but I figure that one sad person is better than two sad people. 

It is amazing how alone you can feel in the city when you have no where to go. I would go get my hair or nails done but I do not want to be too obvious about the whole thing because then people start to worry about you. 

Kisses!

-Annalie W. F.

Despite the fact that the main apartment, a cozy studio with fur rugs and my wardrobe is in the West Village, I still have not been there in days because of the rain and continue to spend my days in nights in L’s work studio on the East side which has a single bed, which is convenient for moi. 

I am not going to lie, this is slightly inconvenient for L as his work is in the West Village, and he was not exactly pleased to have to walk in the rain this morning. I am enjoying myself here though. I am not exactly being the best friend to loads of people seeing as I have not been following through with plans or anything but I have felt extremely down and this time is good for me. Plus I like being tucked away with all of L’s cameras and books and things. 

I do have to go back this afternoon to pick up some things in the West Village because L assumed I would not be okay with walking in the rain and did not take the apartment keys. I do not think the rain will ever slow, which is really getting on my nerves because I have to get packages and a new outfit and things before one of L’s LA friends gets here and I have not exactly left L’s studio tidy so I have to clean as well. 

it is hard to leave L’s studio because I feel so close to him here, and you do not even know how nice it feels to be back with all of his things after a month away from each other. There is something about the thousand pairs of jeans he owns and his old sketch books stacked messily in piles between magazines and books that comforts me in ways that not even an amazingly successful day at Barneys can. L spent a month back in LA doing some work and visiting his family while I went back to the countryside for a ‘rest’. I am still young so I often have to be separated from L so we can both get our work done or else we distract each other and he cannot always travel back to the estate with me.

In the West Village I am frantic about dust touching the Diptyque candles or the light blue silk curtains not being evenly held back to the side, in the L’s studio I can just lounge in bed and read books. 

I will walk back there soon. I need to get out of bed but I cannot seem to pull myself away from working on my website, which should be up soon. 

Kisses!

-Annalie W. F.