VIP

by Emily Petkus


I've reached a pivotal moment in my shopping addiction: My official coronation into the ASOS VIP club. The shameful subtext of this achievement is palpable. This means I have thrown such an exorbitant amount of money at ASOS, an enormous retailing dynasty, that they were finally forced recognize me as an individual by gifting me with a 20% off promo code (aptly named 20VIP). I was, of course, thrilled at the prospect of another promo code aiding in the perpetuation of my dopamine-riddled vices, but was met with an immediate and harrowing dilemma. I already spent all of my goddamn money at ASOS using the same technique to justify my purchases. To add insult to injury, this promo code was valid for only 48 hours. I would like to find the marketing exec who devised such a ruthless ploy and strangle them, but I digress.

So what is a cat lady to do? Pass the buck to another cat lady. I bestowed my dearest Serena with the promo code so I could vicariously shop through her (we share the same flawless taste in clothing, meow). Needless to say, she should be battening down the hatches when I come over once her ASOS loot arrives, as I plan on borrowing/attempting to steal all of it. 

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Kitty Cap

by Emily Petkus


Just a few shots from a recent collaboration with Alexandra Lee Nurthren Photography. She's so goddamn talented, she defies gravity. No really. That wasn't hyperbole. She may be the first Homo sapien ever to successfully capture photographic evidence of cat lady levitation. Eat your heart out Chris Angel.

Photos by Alexandra Lee Nurthen. Dress and necklace from Zara (previously worn in this post). Jeffrey Campbell lucite heels. Leopard print cap courtesy of Syracuse University's Schine Student Center and my SU credit card (oh how I miss the golden days of paying for accessories with imaginary money).


May Flower

by Emily Petkus


My sincerest apologies for my blogging negligence. This recent bout of traveling, accompanied by the tedious orchestration of my first lookbook shoot, sucked me clean and dry of any innervating neurotransmitters. All work and depleted dopamine and serotonin makes Emily a tired, exhausted, unmotivated kitty. Please accept these pictures of me emulating Carrie Bradshaw whilst donning a magnificently oversized and bedazzled flora atop my cranium as penance. Between the glute shot and Sam Edelman platform sandals I acquired for a deal via Hautelook, I'm hoping this is an acceptable Butt Monday/Shoesday cross-hybridization. 

Blinged-out faunal headpiece from Serena. Vintage lace top. Urban high waisted booty shorts (very similar, but without pockets, here). Sam Edelman heels. 

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