So... I'm Moving.

places & thoughts

  So I'm moving to England. 

Simplybeautifulelegant was started a year ago.... my first few posts were documenting my travels through Europe that summer. 2013 was both the hardest year of my life and the most incredible. I had the spent the previous months lost and confused.... waking up into a routine with no aim or motivation. My vision was blurred and my goals were buried under life's daily dilemmas.  I did not like the direction my life was going in, and I needed to escape. I was going through the phase of confusion and difficulty before a burst clarity in the process of finding myself. 

I left everything behind that was pulling me down for just one month of pure discovery. The first stop was England. See England and I... we go way back. I have always been fascinated with British history and culture. At the age of 11, I was reading historical fiction books and immersing myself with the stories of the strong English monarchs of history overcoming the odds and obstacles. I was enamored with historical figures such as Mary Tudor. She was branded by history as a cruel and heartless Queen, however other perspectives showed her actions to be the result of difficult circumstances. Each of these novels influenced me and inspired me growing up, and have instilled in me an appreciation for history. 

There is something magical about the knowledge that so much has happened before your own existence in these european towns, the richness of the cultures is so beautiful and contrasts to American culture which focuses so much on the present and future. I was enamored with the incredible gardens, charming little towns and pots of teas. There was no noise.... nothing disturbing the tranquil environment, a big difference to my life back home. I had felt something in my heart that I had never experienced... a burst of inspiration, hope and passion. I could finally see clearly. I was the happiest I had ever been in my entire life. I had fallen in love. With a country. Standing the in the fields of the beautiful Daylesford.. with just the soil and air... I felt completed in a way that the luxury of New York had never done. That feeling, that wholeness would encourage me to do everything I could the next year to go back to England... and to stay there. On my last day I had been infected with a motivation that would stick with me throughout the next year of my journey.

Returning home was difficult.... my heart physically hurt. I spent the next 8 months fighting for this dream everyday. Optimism was branded into my mind, and this positivity challenged every obstacle and refused any form of failure. So I took a notebook and started researching. I spent hours everyday looking up schools and researching programs and programs that would make it possible for me to go back. It felt like Daniella Vs. the World.... and while I was alone in my pursuit of England, I learned a lot about myself in the process. No one else understood. 

The North East has the best schools in the entire country... this country has the best schools in the world... why did I need to go overseas? 

Because I wasn't looking for the general best. I was looking for the right school for me... and I knew that wasn't in the North East. Because what I was craving was another culture, another perspective, another experience. I was craving that moment in Daylesford... that same air... that same ground... that serenity. 

“You see things; and you say ‘Why?’ 
But I dream things that never were; and I say ‘Why not?’”

So I spent one year fighting every second. I daydreamed during classes of freedom and putting all that I had in academics, I spent the afternoons having difficult conversations about why I wanted to go, and I spent nights researching and decoding the strange language of the brits educations system. This routine happened everyday... I lived, breathed and dreamed my goal. And then I found the right school. One problem to my plan... there was no space....  I was applying to late. My optimism ruled this just another obstacle on the road... It was just another test that I had overcome. So I kept fighting. I took the necessary exams, arranged the school visit and poured my heart into every step of the application process. Nerves played no part... I had a new-found trust in fate, that if it is meant to be, than it will be. And in that moment in Daylesford... I knew it was meant to be. But it was still difficult... there were moments where I felt vulnerable and silly for wanting so much, for being so stubborn about my dreams... but I realized that you have to be stubborn about your dreams. 

find your dreams. challenge your dreams. fight for your dreams. cry for your dreams. question your dreams. breath for your dreams. be stubborn for your dreams. 

challenge yourself and explore every inch of the deepest reasoning about why it motivates you.... and why you want it.... then keep fighting until it comes true. 

And when everything seemed bleek... there was always something that gave me comfort; the Sunrise. Everytime I felt overwhelmed... without fail there was the most magnificent sunrise that would shake any doubt from my mind. The morning of my visit to the school, fresh of the airplane, the sign appeared. The most incredible sunrise I had ever seen that lead to a sunny day in infamously rainy England. (pictured above) And for that short time... the world seemed to glow.  

Then I was accepted. 

And everything made perfect sense. The blood, sweat and tears was worth this feeling. This intense feeling of excitement, gratitude and confidence. Every struggle had given me the direction and strength and the lessons I learned from the entire process were priceless. I've learned how to be stubborn about your goals; that no one else can define who I am or what direction that I am moving in. And I have spent months practicing these lessons until I live by them and breath them and teach them. Ever since January 30th, I have been the happiest I have ever been and life has been incredible... each post captures the small adventures and discoveries that I have been making... each one is special because it documents the special memories and moments of this incredible year. And its going to get better because as much as I love my home... I will be leaving the buzzing city of lights to the serene English countryside to chase my dreams.  

Wanna come with me? 

Follow my journey on Instagram as well! @simplybeautifulelegant


NYC: I'll Miss You.

(Location: Top of the Rock) 

places & thoughts

I Wanna Go

Things I'll Miss: 

My Bedroom View at 2 am. 

The Fire-Truck Sirens. 
Soho Shopping.   
West Village late night walks. 
My Family. 
Pancakes for Dinner. 
Classic Diners. 
Lazy Sheep Meadow Afternoons. 
Emporio Pizza Binges. 
Sitting in Whynot drinking cappuccinos.  
Sunbathing in Washington Square Park with Jane Austen. 
 Again... the Pancakes for dinner. 
The Mercer St. Staircases. 
Chop't Salads and Chobani Yogurts.
Subway Stories. 
My friends. 
Sunday mornings with Ceci-Cela Croissants. 
Sunday mornings with Russ & Daughters Bagels and Locks. 
Food in General. 
Life in General. 
New York. 

All I can say is that I am moving.... more details in the next post. 


NYC: Secret

(Top: Topshop, Skirt: Topshop, Shoes: Stuart Weitzman, Lipstick: Miss Pupa, Fragrance: Elizabeth & James

"Stay here no one will find us
We’ll be all right
We’ve got time left to hide us" 

It is the beginning of the end. The sun is setting earlier and the same familiar chill of last autumn is creeping its way into the city.... reminding us summer does not last forever. But I'm okay with that. As much as I love the care-free environment of the warmer months, there is always one thing that does not work well for me. Summer wardrobes. A Winter closet is much easier... When black is the dominant color, everything goes together! Throw on a black sweater, black jeans and leather boots with a red lip for a pop of color, and the outfit is complete... No thought is required. When it comes to the indecisive summer closet... I try and stick with white... I like to wear one color because it makes pairing outfits much easier... but white is such a difficult color to wear! I turn into a human napkin that absorbs every dusty surface of the city. But again, it's okay. 
The wait is almost over and my sandals have been shoved into the back of my closet. 


NYC: Youth

(Top: American Apparel, Shorts: Zara, Bag:Coccinelle, Cuff: Colette Malouf, Lipstick: Loreal, Fragrance: Elizabeth & James


"Now I'm just chasing time
With a thousand dreams I'm holding heavy
And as we cross the line these fading beats have all been severed
Don't tell me our youth is running out
It's only just begun"

I did not get any sleep last night. None. What was keeping me up?  It was one of those nights... ideas keep flowing from your mind (whether or not you want them to) and your creativity is heightened due to the energy of the sleepless city which has made its way through the supposedly sound proof windows. So naturally I made a 2 new boards on Pinterest, listened to a few new albums by foreign indie singers and spent the rest of the night watching the intoxicatingly beautiful pink moon that rested on the skyline of the dusty city. When the sun finally awoke, I felt as if I had just been on an 8 hour flight with a bad case of jet-lag, and there was no exotic beach to soothe my tired eyes. I went to Whynot for a large cup of hazenut caffeine to ease the fake"jet-lag".  You would think that by the end of the long day (and having no sleep the previous night) that I would be depleted of energy.... well not exactly. I went out instead. What's another late night? My friends and I stumbled upon a random music festival at South Street Seaport and spent the evening sitting on the artificial grass, enjoying frozen yogurt for dinner and chatting about future plans and cringe-worthy snapchat stories. 

Then I went home and got a good night's sleep.. I promise. 


NYC: The Chop.

(Eyeliner: Loreal Blackbuster, Mascara: Loreal, Lipstick: MAC, Perfume: Elizabeth & James)

beauty & thoughts

Portions For Foxes

I was attached to my long locks.

 It is unlikely to walk out of the hairdressers crying and disappointed when the difference was only 1 inch to the previous style...and this safety cut was a routine. Every six months I would drop into the hairdressers, the scissors would come out, an inch off and I would be on my way.
Well not anymore. 

 My inner-romantic has always aspired to be the image of Juliet Capulet; overflowing curls matched with soft silk dresses. My heart still flutters at the thought of evening gowns and tiaras. But isn't that normal? When we grow up reading story-books of princesses before bed, of course these stories continue into our dreams and effect our ideals.

Since I am about to start a new chapter of my life, I decided that my hair needed an update. I was fixed on the long bob. I walked into Rossano Ferreti and this time when the scissors came out, they kept cutting until 10 inches were gone and the long bob was complete. Now I know it's not Britney circa 2007 short, and I did not pick up the phone to call the hair dressers after a bad break up resulting in mascara-stained tissues, two tubs of ice cream and Taylor Swift's Fearless album on repeat. It is a statement of new-found independence. 

I guess it was instinct that told me it was time to push myself out of my comfort zone and adopt an edgier haircut that matches my quest for independence. #shorthairdontcare. 

Would you go short?