Honestly, my favorite dance floor is… my room, by myself as I’m getting ready in the morning. Nothing makes me Carpe Diem more than channeling my inner Baby à la Dirty Dancing to some feel good beats. Just…watch out for furniture.
Summers are meant for adventures – and I’ve been craving one badly. So naturally, I’m packing up and leaving for New York this weekend, which most definitely means I MUST have the most epic of mixtapes to back it up.
I find myself craving a little dangerous adventure these days. I blame all the lookbook madness roaming around the office. But really, where’s my suitcase full of stolen cash and my beautiful muscle car to peel out in?