A Haunting in Barcelona: The Final Cut

In case you missed it, here’s part one and two. Finally, the end that you have been waiting for. Did we stay another night at the haunted apartment? What happened when we returned from dinner? Let’s find out…

Sitting at an outside cafe with our tapas and paella, we watched the locals relax into the evening. Work was over, and it was time to enjoy life. Something I relished about the European culture: delicious food, happy company, and the sense of no worries until tomorrow. But as our meal came to an end, a sense of dread loomed over my friend and me.

“How many more nights are we book at this apartment?” my friend asked as she sipped her sangria. I could tell neither one of use wanted to head back to the haunted flat.

I stabbed an apple slice floating in my sangria with my straw and let out a nervous sigh, “two more nights.”

“Oh my gosh. I honestly don’t know if we can do it,” my friend replied. “All day, I’ve been thinking of ways to make it work, but there is something wrong with that place.” There was a brief paused before she leaned in, “I didn’t want to freak you out earlier, but after we said those prayers I went into the kitchen to wash my hands. While I was in there, I glance up at the window overlooking the courtyard. In the reflection, I saw this dark figure. It was there only a second, but I felt its’ presence directly behind me.”

“There is something I didn’t mention as well,” I took a breath. “When I woke up after my dream, I looked all around the room before turning the lights on. At the end of my bed was a long dark shadow. I thought it was a bed post or something because that’s what it looked like.”

“Yeah…” My friend interjected as we huddled towards the center of the table, clenching our glasses.

“There’s no bedpost on my bed. I realized that when I turned the light back on.”

“Oh hell no! That’s it we can’t stay there another night. I mean what if you wake up tonight and turn to me speaking in tongues? I rather lose the money” My friend exclaimed pushing away from the table. “Uh-uh.”

“What should we do? Because the sun is setting as well speak and I rather not be possessed on this trip.”

“I’ll look up hotels, ” My friend whipped out her phone while I grabbed the check. Within minutes, she book a place for tonight while I paid the bill. If anything, this haunting experience has really made us work like pros together.

Five minutes later, we were standing in front of the apartment. I turned the lock to enter the dark foyer with green and brown peeling paint.

“How did we not notice this before, it is straight out of a horror flick?” I asked while looking at the walls.

We walking into the elevator that is only big enough for two people and pressed our floor. The doors shut and the light began to flicker. All of the sudden the elevator felt like it was rocking back and forth barely moving between floors.

“You got to be kidding me,” My friend said.

“This can’t happening”. I closed my eyes and began praying my freaking heart.

It took a minute, but the elevator finally moved and opened to our floor.

I turned the key to the apartment door and hesitantly stepped inside. The air is thicker than I remembered. The sun is quickly setting and the space was dark.

“I am going to keep the front door open, just in case,” I told my friend as I propped a chair in front of the heavy door. I didn’t want to be locked in here with evil spirits lurking.

I slowly made my way further into the flat, switching on lights as I went. I got to my room and turned the handle terrified to go in. As I creaked the door open. There it was, the mirror facing directly towards me again. There is no way for it to unlatch itself, there is no reason for it to be moving on its own. Something is living in this apartment and is not happy that we are here.

As fast as I humanly could, I snatched all my belonging from the closet and checked under the bed to make sure I had everything. I had never been so terrified in my life to look under a bed. I braced myself as I placed my head to the floor. I felt the thickness in the air surrounding my every move. I lifted the edge of the dust ruffle and looked. Only a water bottle cap was there. Oh thank goodness.

I picked up the cap, refusing to leave anything behind and I hauled my stuff into the living room to repack. I will never step foot in that room ever again.

As I was repacked at lightening pace I heard, “Ellese?”

My friend’s voice came from her room.

“Are you okay? Is everything okay?” I respond.

“Uh, yeah. Let’s get out of her quickly though.”

I zipped up the last bag, made one final sweep of the place and headed to the front door. I hung up the keys on the hook near the door before shutting it for good.

“Give me one of your bags,” I motioned for my friend to hand me one of her large suitcases. With her large suitcase, my large suitcase and a duffle bag I made my way to the stairs, “I am not stepping foot in that elevator.”

Trudging down the floors, I noticed that they were all dark with this giant marble stairway in the middle.

“Did you ever realize how much this looks like an old school?” I mentioned as we got to the first floor.

“It really does. It is eerily like your dream. Maybe the lone balcony is the principles old office.” My friend replied. Maybe so.

Once outside, I miraculously spotted a cab at the corner intersection. Unlike New York, there weren’t cabs at every block. So when I saw this one, I ran for it. I mean sprinted, dragging the bags  with me and flailing one arm like a maniac. To me this was my only way out of this nightmare.

The cab driver looked at me like I was nuts, which honestly I didn’t blame him. We gave the hotel’s address and loaded into the taxi. I watched as the apartment was finally out of sight.

“So, why did you call my name before we left?” I looked down at my feet and realized I forgot to tie my sneakers before sprinting out.

“Before we left the apartment, did you move my luggage?” she asked me.

“No, why?” I laced up my shoes as she looked frightened.

“I had my purse was in the center of the bed, but when I went back into the room my purse was on the floor with credit cards, eyeliners, and lip gloss scattered on the ground.” My heart stopped when I heard this.

“I am so glad we are out of there,” I looked out into the night sky. “I can only imagine what would have happened next.”

The End

Thank you for reading my real life ghost story in Barcelona. The events really did happen. I eventually worked with Airbnb to get a refund for our stay. They were extremely cooperative and even wrote this short email:

haunted apartment in Barcelona

The rest of our trip was smooth sailing. I ended up visiting the Vatican in Rome where I bought a rosary, and St. Michael pendant for extra protection. I’m not even Catholic, but thought it can’t hurt!  It was also where we met the legendary “Mr. Winker”, who I am all too excited to tell you about on Monday.

If you liked this post, please subscribe. If this is something you would love to read more of, let me know in the comments. Thanks everyone!

The only two photos I have of the apartment. This is the living room area
Barcelona Haunted House
The living room area where we had dinner, and I repacked my bags
Zara Barcelona
The next night in our gorgeous hotel. I did some retail therapy to ease the pain.

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A Haunted House in Barcelona Pt. 2

So, you’re brave enough to return. Hadn’t my real life ghost story freaked you out enough? Or are you dying to know what happened next?

Let’s see, where did I leave you? Ah yes, I was walking back from the bathroom after discovering the light was on. Something I knew for certain I turned off before going to bed. I am one of those people who needs it completely dark in order to sleep.

While heading down the long corridor to my room, I felt a strong energy following me. It drew closer and closer to the point that my neck started to tingle. Too afraid to turn around to see what it might be, I scurried to my room and flipped on the light. As the bulb flickered on, I saw my reflection greeting me at the doorway. The mirror somehow unhooking itself from the original position and turn 45 degrees away from the wall. “How does this keep happening?” I whispered to myself.

The one thought that came to mind was what my boyfriend had once told me. In his culture, Jamaicans never bought used or old mirrors because it is believed that souls could remain trapped inside.

“Fantastic, I am so glad I have that thought crossing my mind right now,” as I climbed back into bed. I kept the light on for awhile longer, hoping to calm myself down enough to eventually fall asleep. I watched as the hours passed on the clock beside me. Two am, three am, eventually four in the morning I figured maybe I could finally rest. It was after the bewitching hour and nothing else had moved.

I turned off the light, and within minutes fell asleep. That was my greatest mistake.

[The next part is slightly disturbing and not appropriate for children, read at your own risk]

I fell into a deep sleep, during which I had a vivid dream. I stood near an establishment that seemed to be part school and part church. Children, parents, and familiar faces were dancing all around on a green lawn. There was a cascading gothic tower in the near distance. Everyone was celebrating and seemed to be happy.

Out of the crowd, a man who wore tattered overalls and had a look of desperation on his face, raged towards me. I panicked. I somehow knew him.

When he got closer he said “Please, I beg you. You cannot fire me. I need this job. I need this job.” I noticed white strokes on his jeans. He’s the painter for this establishment, and I must be partly in charge.

I shrugged and heard myself say, “there is nothing I can do.”

As I said those words I watched him stand up and angrily stammered, ” If I can’t work, if I don’t have a job, then I’m going to commit suicide,” and forcibly bolted through the crowd.

Heartbroken, I began yelling “Stop, Stop. Don’t do that!” As I began chasing after him I heard someone call my name.

“Ellese,” startled, I turned to see who knew me. I saw a tall clergyman cloaked in his traditional garb yelling. “We need you, there is a girl that needs help.”

Torn as to which was to go, I decided to follow the clergyman who seemed to be in charge. As we approach this large dark room with rows of empty beds, I slowed my pace. Something didn’t feel right. I took a couple of steps forward to turn the corner. There I saw laying on the ground a young girl who had her legs broken at the knees. I knew she was alive but I didn’t want to see more.

The man who knew my name and acted like a figure on the church was standing over her body. But his whole phsyic changed. His eyes became vicious and his voice more sinister. He said, “Look at what we were able to do in an hour, imagine what we can do together…”

That is when I stared him straight in the eyes and yelled as loud as I could “YOU B@$%@!D.”  A phrase I never use, a word I never say.

At that precise moment, I saw his face shrink backward and I jolted awake. As I woke up I felt this huge energy force leaving my body. I never believed in dark energy, but this was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

For a few minutes paralyzed out of fear, I stayed stationary trembling on the inside. Every hair on my body stood on end. I looked around the dark room, panicked and disturbed. I repeated to myself that I am okay, I am safe, it was just a dream. I bravely reach my hand out for the lamp switch and let the light slowly fill the room. Nothing was there, nothing else had moved.

I looked at the clock, it was only six in the morning. I felt my body shaking from exhaustion and that odd feeling of having something leave me. I replayed everything in my head, trying to figure out what it meant.

Around 7:30, I heard my friend as she walked down the hall. I called her and told the whole story, praying she didn’t think I was crazy.

“No, I believe you! I felt some strange energy last night when I was alone. Maybe someone did commit suicide her and needs help. Let me text my brother to see what to do. He knows certain prayers to help the souls who are stuck.”

I nodded my head, thinking we need something if I am going to stay here again tonight.

She received a list of prayers, and we went room to room and read them off her iPhone. I pushed the mirror back into place and I turned to my friend and thought, this isn’t exactly what I imagine we’d be doing in Barcelona. After breakfast, I check the mirror in my room and it hadn’t moved! Maybe the prayers actually worked.

In the hopes of reviving the day, we left the apartment and took a tour bus around the whole city. I sat on the upper deck in the shade and watched the beautiful city pass by. I was pleasantly happy not having to move while listening to the history of the city. It made me forget all about last night and the apartment. Well, until dinner…

Come back at noon for the final cut!

Here are some photos from our Bus tour. At least Barcelona is gorgeous!

Barcelona

Barcelona Gaudi Architecture

Barcelona city view

Design inspiration Barcelona

Barcelona Architecture

Palm trees in Barcelona




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A Real Life Ghost Story

So you want to hear something spooky? A real life ghost story to set the mood for Halloween? Well unfortunately for me, and luckily for you, I have a pretty juicy one.

It all takes place in a familiar town of Barcelona, Spain. My friend and I had been dreaming of a European getaway, and Barcelona happened to call both of our names. I had never been to Spain before but lusted after their delicious tapas, and dreamt of afternoon siestas. The culture, architecture, and food encaptivated me. I was dead set on visiting.

When the moment came to book our tickets to Barcelona and find a place to stay, I was flooded with emotions of excitement and disbelief. I cannot believe I am finally going to visit the majestic city! Sorting through a list of Airbnb apartments to rent, my friend and I chose a two bedroom flat that was steps away from the Sagrada Familia. We turn to each other and exclaimed, I can’t believe this is happening!

Little did we know what we signed up for.

Sagrada Familia
Gaudi’s Sagrada Familia, steps away from our apartment. It has taken then 133 years to build this church and it still isn’t done.

Barcelona church

Paella from Barcelona

View from our apartment
View from our apartment

The day finally arrived! We were traveling to Barcelona and our cozy Airbnb apartment. However, unlike the first part of our trip to Copenhagen and Paris, this day seemed different. We had the hardest time tracking down which train we needed to get to the heart of Barcelona. We went the wrong direction, then took another train in the opposite direction, and still were nowhere closer to where we needed to be. Upon one of those trains, a woman from Austria sat down next to me. I overheard her speaking English and asked a question about the map. She was so delighted that I was from New York City that the rest of our short train ride was her talking about her desire to visit. We all got off at the same stop. The Austrian woman turned to us and said, “I am a witch! I want to bless you both on your journey through Barcelona.” Caught off guard I just smiled and said thank you. What do you say in a situation like this?

She gave both of us a hug and a blessing of protection before leaving. I immediately made sure I still had my wallet and id’s. I am a New Yorker, by default I am skeptical of everything and everyone. When I realized it was out of pure goodness, I decided maybe her blessing is a good thing after a long day in a foreign city.

The stop turned out to not be the right one. We ended up taking one more train and walking about a mile with our luggage. Up to this point of our trip, we didn’t get lost once. Nor did we get lost any other time after. I a pro when it comes to direction, and I found it very peculiar as to why it was so hard to find this apartment.

About four hours later we finally made it to a building that looked like it has seen a century worth of history. It was old, and had only one balcony under one window and that was all. “This is it,” I buzzed up to the Airbnb host who was waiting for our arrival. He was a single gentlemen in his late forties. He welcomed us into his flat with kindness and full of excitement.

He explain the city, gave us maps, and made sure we had all the essentials before leaving. Frankly, my friend and I were too exhausted from our excursion to really noticed the eeriness of the place. We somehow missed the peeling paint in the dark hallways downstairs, of the elevator with the flickering light bulb. We were too tired to notice how the apartment layout resembled a series of small classrooms with a long dreary hallway to attach the rooms.We were just thankful to had finally made it and for the man’s kindness.

Once our host left,  my friend and I decided to grab dinner from around the corner. We were hungry, tired, and not up for another adventure. We brought the food back to our new place and sat to eat at the table. The sun had gone down, and the apartment was dark except for the little light above the table.

We decided to look up activities for the next day while having dinner. Might as well kill two birds with one stone! Especially since the likelihood of us being awake for much longer was slim to none.

I had forgotten my laptop in the room and went to get it from my bag. When I opened up my door and turned on the light, I saw my reflection staring back at me. I jumped from complete shock. There was a full-length mirror on the side of the bed that faced the door. Except I am pretty certain it was flat against the wall when I left initially. I went over to take a look. I noticed that the mirror was on hinges. I pushed it flat against the wall and heard it snap into place. I must have somehow knocked it when I was placing my luggage in the room.

I grabbed my laptop, turned off the light, and closed the door. After dinner, I decided to take a shower before going to bed. It had been a long, tiring, sweaty day of travel. It felt nice to rinse off the dirt from walking around Barcelona. When I went back into my room, I flipped the lights back on. The mirror had turned to it side again, staring straight at me. I slowly walked into the room. This time I noticed the how thick and heavy the air felt.  Much different from other parts of the house. I went to the mirror and pressed it against the wall again, listening as it snapped back into place. “This is weird,” I thought. There is no windows open or drafts from outside.

I pulled down the sheets and yelled goodnight to my friend. Maybe I just need some sleep. But I couldn’t sleep. I kept hearing screams and yelling coming from the courtyard that my room overlooked. When I looked outside, no lights were on or sign of where the noise could be coming from.

I tossed and turned for hours. I figured maybe if I drink some water that would help. I opened my door and walked down the long hallway and noticed that the bathroom light was on. I cracked the door open slowly, not sure what to expect. I specifically remembered turning off the light before my friend and I went to bed. I know she hasn’t used the bathroom since then because I would have heard her get up. This is starting to get bizarre.

I splashed some water on my face and rubbed my eyes. I must be jetlagged and forgetting things. Heading back to my room, I felt a strange energy behind me. I quickly got back to my room and turned on my light. When the light fluttered on, there staring directly at me was…

Want to find out how this story ends, check back Wednesday! I will also be sharing the alarming email I received from Airbnb regarding the apartment I stayed at. Feel free to subscribe to stay tuned!

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Freaky Friday Halloween Treats

Halloween is almost here! The first of many celebrations in the months to come. If there is one thing you need to know about me, it is that I looove the holidays. Halloween is a festive time to dress up like a witch, watch SJP in Hocus Pocus (I am not about to watch Insidious, sorry), and eat candy. Who doesn’t love a holiday involving candy!

Here are a few festive treats to put you in the mood to brew a few spells yourself. If you order today, you’ll get them just in time for the 31st. Enjoy my lil’ booooos!

PS. Don’t miss Monday’s post, detailing my real life experience with a haunted apartment in Barcelona. It was by far the scariest thing I have ever experienced… Let’s just say, I didn’t spend another night there. Eeks!

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Let’s Get Real

I want to take a moment from my usual articles of fashion and beauty to talk about something very real, and very normal. Often times we look at other people’s photos and think “wow they have a perfect life”. Most times than not, people use social media to censor the bad times and only show the beauty. I don’t fault social media or people.  Instagram and Pinterest have brought a ton of inspiration and support. But I also think it is important to have an outlet or discussion about the rough times, and how normal it is to go through tough events.

In my own life, I have hit many different rough patches through the years. I have gone through dark periods like everyone else. I have watched my parents divorce. I had to organize a memorial service for one of my closest friends at the age of 20. I’ve seen the effects of cancer in my family. I’ve struggled with the real doubt about my career and who I am.

I have felt and gone through life events. The keys word is “felt”. The popular belief in our society is to not feel pain or uncomfortable emotions. We are shown it is better to lock them away, push them down with food, alcohol, drugs, attention from the opposite sex, or achievements. If you are unsure of yourself, just get married. If you don’t like your weight, diet and restrict. If it is too painful, have a drink. Whatever you do, don’t feel these uncomfortable emotions! I don’t believe these solutions work.

What I have learned is that you can never run from sadness, anger, hurt, disappointment. They are with you until you face them. The most amazing part that I learned is when I completely give up trying to run away from the hurt, and just feel it they show me a better way to live. Emotions are normal, the good and bad. They are symbols to show you what works and what doesn’t feel right. They can be the most powerful tools in life to guide you to where you need to be. My darkest moments in life are where I made the greatest changes that have lead to my proudest victories.

I would have never learned about nutrition and what is in our food industry if I didn’t witness cancer first hand. I have an outstanding appreciation for time and ability to see the big picture of life due to losing my best friend. My struggles became my strength once I faced them and felt the emotions attached.

My greatest message to anyone who is facing a dark time, a transition in life is just know it is leading you to a better place. It always works out, it may take time, but it will get better.

If you struggle with clinical depression, addiction, or eating disorders, a counselor or therapist are great tools to help sort through the emotions you are having as well as point you in a direction of recovery. Seeking professional help is nothing to be embarrassed about, but an absolute sign of courage.

I hope this helps someone or opens a discussion that may lead to helping another person. You are always free to discuss what you are feeling on my blog. I want to make it a safe place for everyone to heal and grow. Let’s celebrate the good, and help each other move through the tough.

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Shopping Tips that will Save Money

It is easy to splurge on products that will never see the light of day. I’ve done it. You’ve done it. We have all committed the crime of spending hundred of dollars on never to be used merchandise. And it blows. Looking through my closet recently (and thousands of other people’s closets on Poshmark), I realize that we all fall for the same gimmicks. Buying purses that don’t fit our style, or jewelry that were once great ideas but would never work. It dawned on me simple shopping guidelines might be of interest to many ladies who want to shop smart and save big. So I have collected my top personal shopping tips that will save money.

Shopping  Do’s and Don’ts That Will Save You Money:

1. Don’t buy plastic jewelry. It doesn’t matter if it is Tory Burch or Marc Jacob who is selling it, plastic will always look cheap. DO  save your money for some gold plated bangles from Kate Spade or Henri Bendel instead.

2. Don’t buy fakes or knock offs. I use to run down to Chinatown to buy knock off purses back in high school. They would stick the designer label on it right before you buy it so that cops wouldn’t arrest them. I got such a kick out of it, thinking wow what a way to get a designer purse for less. It wasn’t until a couple years later that I realized fake purses are easy to spot a mile away, and well it is illegal. Overall it not only makes your outfit look cheap, it makes you look cheap. DO save up for a real designer bag, or buy a fun non-designer bag that fits who you are!

3. Don’t buy because of what the label says. This is a big one. Sometimes we buy items because it is a designer label on a massive discount, or because it is a size smaller than what we really are. Ladies, the labels are hidden on the inside for a reason, it doesn’t matter. DO only buy it if you actually really like the piece and it makes you feel amazing.

4. Don’t buy anything that you constantly have to pull or adjust to make it look “right”. This is my biggest money wasters. What I’ve learned is that if I have to pull and tug on the dress in the fitting room, I will be pulling and tugging on the dress all night long. And that is not attractive. DO save your money on an outfit that fits effortlessly.

5. Don’t buy anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. If you feel uneasy and uncomfortable in what you’re wearing, it shows.  DO find your pieces that make you feel like you can run the world. Even if it isn’t “trendy”, find your own style and run with it!

6. Don’t buy out of desperation. Those last minute dresses are typically worn once and then shoved into the back of the closet. Wait until you have more time to think and browse to shop. If you need something for that night and there is nothing in your closet, DO borrow from a friend or use Rent The Runway.

What are some tips you use when shopping? Let me know in the comments below.




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Happy National Boss Day

Happy National Boss Day! If you work for yourself, then happy #Girlboss Day! Either way, today is a good day to splurge on some favorite things.

Whether it is for you or your boss, these cute indulgences are a fun way to look and feel your best while succeeding at work. Ranging from femme fatal calendars to super luxe body creams, and of course, the rock star studs there is no way you can’t feel like a true #Girlboss. Especially if you walk in with that beautiful grey coat and fringe faux leather bag.

When times get stressful a great scented candle is the perfect way to unwind. My favorite candles are from Henri Bendel. They are luxurious and smell amazing!

Need some positive energy? The Alex and Ani initial bracelet is charged with positive energy to make your day run smoothly. If all else fails, read Mindy Kaling’s latest book and laugh your way through whatever is happening in your own life.

So reward yourself today and those that have helped you get to where you are. Be grateful for what you have, and all that you have accomplished! I would love to read in the comments who has inspired you in your career, and how you are going to reward your hard efforts.

PS. I made it easy to feel good about splurging as each option is Vegan-Friendly and Cruelty-free! The planet and animals will love you.

 




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Networking Essential

blogger conferences

With fall in full swing and work picking up, it is time for massive networking events. I personally love socializing with like-minded individuals who are in the field of blogging. There are tons to discuss, usually great products to test, and new friends to meet. This time around, I really thought about how important it is to be prepared for networking events such as meetups and conferences.  Just like any other part of life, going in prepared allows you to achieve your intentions.

For networking events, I set specific goals. One being, I want to get to know at least four new people. I believe that taking the time to really listen and understand a person is far more successful than several quick connections over the course of the night. I also go in with the notion that, while promoting my brand is important, discovering how I can help another brand is far more important. Asking thoughtful questions and providing solutions, will not only leave the person remembering who I am but more likely to help my brand in return. The biggest part, is being genuinely interested in helping first and foremost. Good deeds do get noticed, believe me.

Successful networking is simply helping another brand or person.

Lastly, I am equipped with a journal or notepad at all times. More than likely, being surrounded by a creative group will spark ideas and new ways I am able to improve as a brand. I love jotting down information, or quotes that inspire new ideas. I try to jot down at least three important takeaways that I can brainstorm on later. Of course, if it is a day long lecture, I am more likely to fill a few pages of notes than just three points.

Not only am I mentally prepared, but I am also stocked up on these following goodies!

 

 

1) As I already mentioned, a notebook is super important to take down contact info, as well as any inspirational ideas that strike.

2) Along with a place to jot down info, you are going to need pens or pencils. It’s easy to forget, so make sure you pack two or three immediately (as in right now) before you lose track.

3) Hair Pins. If you are attending a conference that last 6-8 hours, most likely hair, makeup, and everything else will start to fade after the first few hours. Hair pins are great for a quick pick-me-up before taking more photos.

4) Speaking of sprucing up, a nice perfume and chapstick is another great idea to keep you looking your best during the entire event. Never underestimate a perfect lip and a signature scent. I use NYX Butter Lip Balm and Billionaire Boyfriend roll on perfume.

5) Business Cards of course. I got my cards from Moo.com.

6) Your phone for selfies and massive social media coverage. This is a great way to up your followers and maintain high-quality content.

7) Your wallet, because well, why wouldn’t you have your wallet? Mine is from Henri Bendel.

8) Last but certainly not least, accessories. Wear a statement piece that will spark conversations.

What tips do you use when networking? Let me know in the comments below!




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Paris by Day

Last week I shared the quintessential Parisian dream of what it was like doing a photoshoot in front of the Eiffel Tower. Today I wanted to share what Paris is like by day. During my latest trip, I made every effort to live like a local. I stayed at an Airbnb in the posh neighborhood Le Marais. I spoke french everywhere I could. Leading to many incomprehensible conversations with locals that made both of us laugh. I learned that ‘may I have the bill’ in french is l’adittion (sounds like audition) and if you don’t ask for it, they will not bring you the bill for a very long time. I discovered while half the time the trip was sunny, the other half of the time when it rain made the city was even more romantic. I could easily get use to the culture of stopping work by 5 and seeing friends late at night even if it is a Monday. This trip filled my heart with so much love and gratitude. Grateful for the experience to live out my dreams.

Here is a collection of photos of what it was like to roam around the tiny streets and eat delicious chocolates at a local cafe in Paris. I hope you enjoy!

Paris by day

Paris

French onion soup

seine river, Paris

Eiffel Tower

Eiffel Tower Paris France

Croque monsieur

French Doors

Parisian Streets, Paris France

Paris France

Gated community Paris

Roaming the street, streetwear




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