On Monday, I worked my very first red carpet for the premiere of Scatter My Ashes at Bergdorfs. And I just knew that I had the perfect shoes to #GetScattered in: J.Crew Sequin heels. Here’s the thing about working a red carpet, though, you’re standing for like three hours as the celebrities are ushered through the line of photographers and journalists all vying for their attention. It’s no joke. You can see how this wouldn’t be smart to navigate in sequin...
So here’s the thing about working in fashion. Sometimes I get brand envy. I’m at events with fabulously dressed women dripping in labels, nothing flashy, but if you know, you know, that sort of thing. Also–I know that just because you can afford a certain designer label that doesn’t equal style. I know. I’m just saying I get brand envy. Working TJ Maxx the last month and a half, has helped. I know that I can hit up their Runway section...
I reached an entirely new level of crazy. I considered asking a stranger to use her phone. To Instagram a picture. Pause for effect. She wasn’t exactly a stranger, we were seated beside each other at my last Tribeca Film Festival screening that day and she complimented my necklace. So, we’re practically besties. But it was important that I Instragram a picture from this event, so that the fine folks who invited the site I write for knew we were there...
True story, it is freaking expensive to live in New York. If you breathe too loud, it will cost you. If you buy anything in a tourist-ridden area, it will cost you double. When I think of what I’m paying in rent compared to what something like this would cost back home, I could cry. The saving grace? This is New York City. You’re paying for the experience. You’re paying the people who you will interact with. Many of whom...
So here’s the thing, fashion bloggers can get the short end of the stick, quite often. We’re collectively ruining fashion week, encouraging women to feel bad about themselves, and promoting an aspirational life that isn’t attainable. </sarcastic> Now, I won’t sit here and tell you that some of those things don’t exist in within the blogsphere. Because they totally do. But, sometimes, we can be the catalyst for something awesome. Like, those same points I just made could be flipped....
Two Saturdays was one of those great New York moments, that I used to read about. Or see on Sex and the City. I brought together old friends, made new ones and all for Sauza de Blogo. What? Sauza de Blogo. Sauza Tequila tasked me with planning the perfect girls night in, and obviously, I would want to include my girls. My roommate was down for the cause and invited a few of her girls. I provided the snacks and...
So, I’m finally #inBermuda. My first night was perfect. I was whisked to my hotel by a cab driver who blasted the radio for me and shouted out landmarks as we drove along. I checked into to this fabulous hotel I’ll call home for the next couple of days and I’ve already met some really great girls. Oh! And there was dinner on the beach as the sun was setting. But I won’t continue to blab, especially when I made...
So remember that TV show I jokingly said that Channing in the City needed? Wednesday was nothing but material for this show that I think my friend and I are going to write (be the change you want to see, right?). I openly cried in the street, I hugged strangers and legit ran three blocks–I’m not going to lie though, I’m pretty proud I didn’t get winded. Three city blocks is, basically, the equivalent of Africa. Wait. Let me just start from...
Yall. Last weekend was one of my favorites here in the city. Feel like running through it? On Friday, I found a new T.J. Maxx in the financial district. Just being in the financial district and seeing everything all lit up, it looked erie but I was intrigued. I want to go exploring. I walked by Tiffany’s and it looked lonely. I know it wants me to come visit and as soon as I get myself on a budget, I...
My roommate and I watch The Voice. And we get into it. We’ve got a running commentary on not just the singing but the clothing, the hair, the shoes, you name it, we’ve said something about it. It isn’t always snarky, usually, it’s some silly observation that’s brought on by the sleepiness we’re fighting to stay up and watch this on DVR. There was this one girl, now I can’t remember her name but she sang the very last song...
Channing is a Penn State grad hoping to follow her heart, and writing, to New York City. Super short. Obsessed with sequins and nail polish.
Her mission: define your style, define you. Follow your dreams in between.
Contact her at channing@channinginthecity.com
Oh, and you can see her various press mentions here.
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