Mar
25
2014
1


How To Tuesday: But First, Let Me Take a Selfie

how to take a selfie

Once “selfie” was actually included in the Oxford dictionary (though spellcheck still does not recognize it), I figured it was a topic that was well worth addressing in a long overdue (greatly anticipated) episode of How To Tuesday.  Though our newsfeeds are swamped with narcissistic snapshots of mugs of friends, acquaintances, and Victoria’s Secret models, it seems that some of you are still not quite clear as to what constitutes an actual selfie.  First of all, it’s a photograph of YOU taken by YOU.  While posting a photograph of yourself taken by someone else is still just as self indulgent as a selfie, it does not classify as one.  And because I know you’re going to have a super good hair day soon and need to document it, let’s break down the best and most flattering ways to capture your pretty little pout with the “Do’s” and “Don’t's” of taking a perfect selfie.

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Feb
21
2014
1


The List Volume: Instagram
Written by: WhyDid | The List

kirsten smith instagramI get scolded quite a bit for being on my phone during dinners and nights out with friends.  I quickly remind them that I’m “working.”  Which shouldn’t actually be in quotes because I really am.  Social Media is bascially a 24/7 job, especially when you work for yourself.  However, I’ve taken it down a notch and for those of you who aren’t actually running a business, it’s time to put down your phones.  I know that selfie and shot of your salmon seem super important, but your friends are about to disown you if you don’t rejoin them in a little place called reality.  So, here are some hard and fast rules for Instagram posting:

  1. Instagram is basically not real life.  Don’t let it consume yours.
  2. I think a lot of people need to learn the art of self editing.  We get that you are somewhere really beautiful or you’re having a REALLY good hair day, or there is a lot going on, but try and pic a COUPLE of the best pictures and spread them out throughout the day.  No one likes their feed being spammed by your event.  Either that or learn to make a collage.
  3. We do not need your doctors’ visits, weekly sonogram, bloody wounds, or hunting kills to be forever etched into our brains.  A post delivery baby hospital pic gets a pass though.
  4. I’m really not kidding when I say I don’t want to see your food pictures.  Unless what you are about to eat is a slain dragon, I’m just not interested.
  5. If you’re going to create a meme (good for you), please, dear God, check your spelling/grammar.  No matter how hilarious the punchline may be, I can’t get over the fact that you don’t know the difference between “your” and “you’re.”
  6. If you need to use a filter on top of a filter before posting that self indulgent selfie, you probably shouldn’t be posting it.  This is Instagram, not Vogue.  There’s no need to Photoshop.
  7. #Hashtagsareactuallyusefulifyouknowwhatyouredoing.  Not everything needs to be hashtagged, but don’t hate on others who actually know how to use them.
  8. Give credit where credit is due.  If you love something someone posted, spread the love, but credit the source.
  9. Please don’t post pictures only to delete them two minutes later.  This is Instagram not Snapchat (although there’s now that creepy direct message thing).  Don’t post unless you are sure you want to post.  Posting something and then removing it two minutes later doesn’t make you look mysterious, it makes you look insecure, and a little bit schizo.
  10. Clean your damn mirror, selfie queen.

And this one goes out to you… and you… and you…

Now, follow me on Instagram so you can see what I’m wearing.

xx,

WhyDid

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Feb
13
2014
0


WhyDid and Win: Valentine’s Day with Fleur of England
Written by: WhyDid | WhyDid and Win

lingerie

Nothing says romance like lingerie that is both beautiful and indulgent.  That is exactly why Fleur of England lingerie is the perfect Valentine’s gift and luckily for you, they have been kind enough to give you a chance to enter to win your very own little bit of romance with the elegant Amour silk and lace babydoll.  All you need to do to enter is follow Fleur of England and WhyDid.com on Instagram and email me with your preferred size and Instagram handle.  It’s that simple!  Contest will end Thursday, February 20th.  Please read below for further details.

  •  Prize is non-transferable and there is no cash alternative.
  • Prize will be sent to the winner within 14 days of being announced.
  • Prize is subject to sizing and availability.
  • Please provide bra and dress size in email.
  • By entering this contest, you  agree your details may be passed onto Fleur of England.
  • Only one entry per IP address, please.

Good luck!

xx,

WhyDid

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Dec
05
2013
0


Why Did You Wear That: Post Traumatic Stress, or Lack Thereof

Kirsten SmithSpeaking of evolution, it’s amazing what a difference a year can make.  Cliché?  Yes.  True?  Also yes.  After having scraped myself from my father’s couch and moving back to New York last year, I was ready to put my shattered life back together piece by painful piece.  I had moved back to my old neighborhood (literally across the street from my old apartment), reconnected with my New York friends who hadn’t fled the city for life in suburban wedded bliss, and put my feelers out for new career opportunities and love interests- though only half heartedly on the latter.

I hadn’t been back to California since leaving that last time.  I mean, it’s a long flight, plus I wasn’t sure how I’d feel  about being back there.  However, my dad was long overdue for a visit and the way the weather was looking on the east coast, I was happy to suffer through a five hour flight for a stint in the sunshine.  Upon landing in LA, I immediately felt a bittersweet nostalgia.  Driving through familiar streets in Silicon Valley, I felt eery familiarity and the memories of my past came creeping back.

Kirsten SmithFortunately, I have a friend who is the kind of friend everyone should wish for.  She’s the “ride or die” type and the moment she got my sobbing phone call that I would be moving out of the home I shared with my ex, she was quite literally on a plane to come and help with the heavy lifting and to lift my heavy heart.  Her name is Katie and you may remember her.  Upon arriving at said residence, my ex had been so “kind” as to have already packed all of my belongings (well, everything he didn’t try and pilfer) and arrange them conveniently at the front door.  Talk about adding insult to injury.  But on the brightside, this gave us more time to spend together chatting rather than packing.  Katie having never done so, we hopped in her rental and took a ride down the PCH.  Remembering a must see recommendation from a pal Katie had made on the plane (she’s always making friends), we stopped somewhere along Big Sur at a place called Post Ranch Inn where we dined while taking in the views at Sierra Mar.  The views are quite literally breathtaking and those with acrophobia may want to refrain from venturing out onto the balconies.  I was so happy to be in such beautiful surroundings with my beautiful friend, but halfway through my second glass of prosecco, I broke down into tears.

kirsten smith

kirsten smithI wanted to share this place with people who love me unconditionally and make new memories that were joyful not jaded.  My middle brother, Andy and my dad are two men I know I can always count on besides Smitty and I wanted to take them somewhere I loved.  We hopped in Dick’s tiny sportscar (I generously relinquished shotgun and crammed myself into the backseat) and off we went down the windy PCH on our way back to Post Ranch Inn, stopping intermittently to snap photos at scenic overlooks.  Ironically enough, we were seated at the exact same table where Katie and I sat the year before.  This year, however, I didn’t cry into my garden green salad.  I guess that’s the thing about bad memories, sometimes you just have to face them, make new ones, and move on.

kirsten smith

kirsten smithtop: Free People (similar-and on sale-here), bralette: Victoria’s Secret, pants: 7 for All Mankind, boots: All Saints (similar here), bag: Balenciaga, jacket: Andrew Marc

Don’t worry, I didn’t jump.

xx,

WhyDid

photographs by Andrew Smith (my middle big brother- who you should also follow on Instagram)

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Sep
16
2013
0


Why Did You Wear That: New York Fashion Week, The Hangover
Written by: WhyDid | Why Did You Wear That?

lincoln center nyfw mbfwSo, you might’ve deduced from the incessant Instagram posts, Tweets, and humble brags that last week concluded the week long bender that is New York Fashion Week.  I merely dipped my toes into the chaos of NYFW and feel like I need a visit to Passages Malibu and I can only imagine the way some of the real style obsessed overachievers are feeling today.  Oh, right.  Half of them have already landed in London.  God bless, gals.  So, if you aren’t familiar with the goings on of Fashion Week, it’s show after show after show interlaced with parties that you may or may not have to beg, lie, and break into to attend.  The entire thing is fun, fabulous, and utterly infuriating.  It’s much like the city where I live- a love hate relationship that leaves you feeling both fulfilled and rejected.  So, after taking in shows from Deisgual to Daisy Fuentes and partying with A$AP Rocky at Soho House and attending Nas’s 40th birthday (I know!), I’m happy to be laying low and trading in heels for engineer boots for the next several days.  You may feel as if you’ve missed out, but I can’t begin to tell you how tiring waiting around all day to watch shows can be.  Not to mention, your seat at your desk watching the livestream of Proenza Schouler was probably better than my assigned seat.

desigual fashion show

daisy fuentes

nolcha fashion week

nolcha fashion week

camera pit

On to the next one.

xx,

WhyDid

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