“Wut” issue 1

Yeah, we’re releasing our first-ever Blend publication, “wut”, very very soon.

As like, a printed, tangible thing. 

And as a big fuck you to every guy who has made me feel like shit. I may have been voiceless in my relationships, but never as an artist.

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Calling out every human who has been left feeling broken and lonely by a man, “wut” is an ode to self-empowerment, to standing up for yourself, for breaking down and feeling weak, to feeling and being unafraid to feel.

All poetry/drawings/pictures were created and experienced during times of great turmoil and disempowerment.

format:
A5 softcover zine
50 pages
words/images/drawings

you can buy it at the BlendShop! (very soon)

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If you’re interested in pre-ordering a copy, comment below or email me at bhd@berkeley.edu, and I’ll send you something special along with the zine 🙂

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Revamping your lingerie collection, Parisian style

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I’m convinced that Paris is the only place in the entire world that truly knows how to lingerie the right way. The French have been long known for their lingerie, with Paris leading the way in romance, sexuality, frills, silk, and of course les dentelles (lace!). And so, I made it my mission while I was there to seek out the best of the best in all things lacy and delicate – the type of lingerie that is meant to be seen. Here is my advice to having the most perfect Parisian lingerie collection money can buy.

While I was walking through various shops and department stores in Paris, I noted the reoccurring themes of wispy laces, tulle frills, and buttery soft pastels that are see-through enough to see what you’re wearing underneath. Wearing a sheer or lace blouse with a delicate lace bra underneath is à la mode in Paris, and doesn’t come off as “too sexy” or “inappropriately revealing”, but actually adds an element of graceful femininity to any outfit. Pair the combo with a smart blazer and you’ve got yourself quite the look.

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Found at Chloé on Rue Saint Honoré in Paris 

Chloé has quite the selection of delicate tulle and lace blouses, and while it may seem daunting to wear some of their pieces, Chloé is always timelessly chic. You can never go wrong with the boutique on Rue Saint Honoré. Keep an eye out for their mid-January and June sales!

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The wedding section of Printemps Haussmann

Another re-occuring theme has been that of the slip. People in the U.S. seem to only wear them on special occasions, but I’ve found that a classic black lace slip with lace trimmings seems to be a Parisian night-time staple. Even if you’re sleeping alone. My favorite brands for elegant slips have been Simone Pérèle, Aubade, MYLA, and La Perla. 

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Details at Chloé Rue Saint Honoré, Paris 
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Garter belt from MYLA 

While I’ve generally strayed away from garter belts and anything more complicated than the typical bra+undies combo, I figured I would give it a go in Paris. Besides, feeling sexy is so important, so why not add a bit of an extra touch with something both functional and seductive? I mean, how else are your thigh-highs going to stay up?

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Agent Provocateur Printemps Haussmann 

Don’t ignore the bodysuits you come across either! While I feel a bit weird forking out $400 on a piece of lingerie, I do think that a meticulously picked bodysuit for special occasions or for just lounging around the house in is an important staple in everyone’s lingerie drawer. Agent Provocateur makes some fabulous bodysuits, and they’re right off of Rue Saint Honoré!

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Details (Love Stories)

 

I’ve also noticed that the quality of lace used in French lingerie brands is significantly superior to that of American brands. I spoke to a couple of ladies working at Simone Pérèle, and I told them that I couldn’t find anything like French lingerie at home. They admitted that apparently lacy numbers don’t sell very well in the states, and that people prefer to buy typical nude bras to wear every day. Also, apparently Americans don’t like spending $100+ on bras, which makes sense since we are a country of quantity over quality. A beautiful bra that makes you feel good and lasts for years is most definitely worth the investment.

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Agent Provocateur in Printemps Haussmann 

Sexual liberation and openness around sexuality also plays a huge role in how different the U.S. lingerie industry compares to that of France. The art of seduction plays a central role in French culture, and femininity is celebrated. Having a woman’s body isn’t something to be ashamed of, nor is showing it off tastefully a symbol of promiscuity or “looseness”. Instead, women in France of all ages happily go topless at the beach and wear the lingerie they want. Be proud of your body, and see wearing lingerie as a celebration of the human body as an art form instead of viewing lace and silk as vulgar. 

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Dainty bras at Printemps Haussmann

If you’re in Paris, be sure to stop by the lingerie sections in both Les Galeries Lafayettes and Printemps Haussmann– they have entire floors dedicated to the most beautiful lingerie I have ever seen. Also stop by one of the many Princesse Tam Tam and Agent Provocateur stores around the city. Princesse Tam Tam has more of a youthful, innocent, everyday vibe, while Agent Provocateur sells purely sexual lingerie. Both are essential for a complete collection of lingerie in my opinion!

If not, then my first online recommendation is journelle.  They sell absolutely gorgeous pieces from all over the world, and sell some of my favorite brands like MYLA, Le Petit Trou, Princesse Tam Tam, Passionata, Wacoal, Fleur of England, Simone Pérèle, and Chantelle. 

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My favorite set bought at Printemps Haussmann. Top: Simone Pérèle Bottom: Aubade

At the end of the day, you should feel sexy and confident in everything you wear, be it a full-on boudoir outfit from Paris or a nude Victoria’s Secret basic bra. Confidence is most certainly the most important aspect of a complete Parisian-style lingerie collection.

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Beautiful set at MYLA in Printemps Haussmann
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from top left to bottom right: Love Stories (Galeries Lafayette), Simone Pérèle (Printemps Haussmann), Passionata (Galeries Lafayette), Chantelle. 
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Agent Provocateur in Printemps Haussmann 

 

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A Ritual

I go to the beach alone a lot, summer or winter.

During the summer, depending on the beach, my towel might be just a few feet from everyone else’s. I bet from an ariel view we all look like playing cards ready for a game of Memory or something. I love the way the sun feels on me on these days when I’m letting it  mingle with my skin.

But there is something even more special about the beach during wintertime: no one’s really there. I’ve had beach to myself as far as I could see many of these days. And, in a sweater, it is a ritual I keep to read and write the day away. Something about the the colors, sounds, and light bring me right back to myself.

I was bold enough to swim yesterday as well which was so invigorating. My hair was dripping on my journal as I wrote about going back to Berkeley, about people in my life, social dynamics, about newness and acknowledging the change I notice happening in myself. I wrote about the nostalgia associated with change. I wrote commentary on the Camus I’m reading – a recommendation from a lovely friend.

I invite you to take a moment out, make a ritual, write something or read something.

Put on this track: https://soundcloud.com/somburd/g-u-e-s-s_im_a_f-o-o-l

 

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How to do a flight to Paris the right way

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I’ve flown to Paris more times than I can even count, but this is the first time I’ve been here in a couple of years, and my experience has proven to be very different than it usually is.

On this trip, I decided that I wanted to test out some tricks to make my flight the best it could possibly be, while minimizing jet lag and getting some beauty sleep. Here’s my advice.

  1. Take an Edible 

Ok, so this was 100% my first time taking an edible before a long flight, and I do have to say that I was a bit weary, considering a lot can go wrong with edibles. All I can say is that it depends. First of all, I took an edible that I’m very very used to taking, so I know exactly how much I need to feel fantastic, and I know exactly how I’ll feel too, instead of being surprised and then having an anxiety attack on the plane. Secondly, although I took a sativa edible (which energizes), I actually had a really great time experiencing all of the new sounds and feelings that being in a plane can bring. Many first recommendation would be to take an indica edible if your goal is to fall asleep on the plane, however. But if you do want to have the trippiest plane experience ever, take a sativa edible.

Also, I opted to take the edible about an hour before takeoff, and it ended up hitting about two hours after that, which came to my surprise as I was watching a movie. It hit me like absolutely out of nowhere. But damn was it fun.

2. Come prepped with sleeping supplies 

Planes are cold and uncomfortable places (if you’re flying in economy, which I’m assuming most of us do!) To make your 11 hour flight much more enjoyable, bring a few things in your carry-on:

3. If you’re over 18 and flying to Europe, you can drink on the plane.

When the flight attendants were bringing drinks down the aisles, I noticed two things. Firstly, the flight attendants were French. Secondly, they were passing out champagne. Through various mental processes that lasted much longer than they should have, I reasoned that since the flight attendants were French, they probably wouldn’t I.D. me, since the drinking age in France is basically nonexistent. Also, I figured that if I asked confidently, everything would be fine. And it was. I had multiple glasses of champagne during my flight, and it definitely helped me sleep 😉

4. Bring Snacks!

I’m vegan. Plane food is awful. Vegan plane food is even worse. So I always bring snacks in the form of protein bars and sushi rolls! Usually I’ll just make a Tupperware full of rice rolls and bring them on the plane, and I’m a happy camper. And everyone else will be über jealous!

5. If you can, try to travel as light as possible and avoid checking any bags!

This may seem obvious, but it’s probably my best piece of advice in terms of traveling. The Charles De Gaulle airport in Paris has the worst baggage claim situation, and it’s honestly just best to skip it, or your wasting precious time you could be spending outside of the airport and in fucking Paris. But this stands for any airport in the world. Bring a little carry-on suitcase and a backpack, and you’re fine. You don’t need 3 pairs of shoes and an entire bottle of hairspray. You’ll live.

Happy travels!

With love, from Paris ❤

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Weekly Tunes: BBB12

With love, from Paris. ❤

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Paris, je t’adore.

Pictures of Paris I’ve taken thus far.

I’ve fallen absolutely and undeniably in love with this city.

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The Paris effect

IMG_1523.jpgI’ve been in Paris for 2 days already and I can’t imagine ever leaving. I’m contemplating even moving here after I graduate to just experience everything this city has to offer, and to just live. I’ve been really thinking about life and its purpose lately, and while I can’t seem to come up with a concrete answer to anything, I’ve found that perhaps the only solution is that there is no solution. Everyone’s wants are completely different, everyone finds joy in very different things, and it seems to me that no life is more successful than another if both lives were lived without regrets. And I feel that spirit here in Paris.

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As I was walking down rue Montorgueil last night with a new friend that I had just met at a tiny little bar, I couldn’t stop smiling. I asked this person if he felt the same way about the city as I did in that moment – filled with wonder and a sense of hope and joie de vivre. And having lived in Paris his entire life, he laughed a bit and told me that he wished that he could see the city through my eyes. But that he saw that the city had marvelous effects on people. And it does. It really reinforces my general outlook on life and helps me realize what I actually find important. My outlook is constantly changing with each new experience and it’s reshaped over and over again by both my own ambition and the suffocating societal standards I’ve been brainwashed to believe in my entire life. Being destined for greatness is a lot of pressure, and it’s a destiny that everyone around me, at least at Berkeley, is expected to fulfill. I’m alive. I’m human. I make mistakes. Everyone makes mistakes. While we’ve been told this from birth, we have also been expected to achieve incredible things at a disgustingly young age.
“Honey, everyone makes mistakes, but you can’t.”

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Paris brings me back to my own reality. I’m transported to a world full of possibilities, full of love, full of passion and wonder – and yet I’m expected to be able to transition back to Berkeley in a week. I’ll be coming back from one of the most liberating experiences of my life and dropped into a world where my self-worth is dictated by how well I’m able to analyze Socrates’ argument in The Apology. I’ve read it, so why am I supposed to break it down for someone who has also read it a million times? While the world in Berkeley is supposedly “the real world”, my world here feels much more real than it ever has in my entire life. I’ve had a taste of living life to its fullest, and it’s difficult to go back to the complete opposite and be expected to transition in a couple of days. I’ll mourn my potential existence in Paris whilst I spend hours upon hours studying for something I’m not even sure I want. But this huge part of me is so scared of throwing away everything I’ve worked so hard for. I’m scared not only of living a life deemed unacceptable and sub-par, but what particularly scares me is regret. What will I regret more? Choosing to live freely or being stuck in the chains of society’s demands? The answer seems simple, but it is much too complex for me to even try to delve into.

All I have is this one little life and all I know is that I must live to its full potential, because living a mediocre life is perhaps even more frightening than death.

merci, Paris.

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BBB takes Paris

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Get ready. Get set. Paris!!!

I’m flying to my absolute favorite city in the world this afternoon, and I’ll be sharing everything I experience- from my favorite lingerie shops to the beautiful art murals I come across as I stroll along the cobblestone streets. If you want me to write about anything in particular, or if you have questions about the city at all, feel free to email me at blendbus@gmail.com 🙂

I’ll see you all when I land!

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Why dating as a millennial is really fucking awkward.

 

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photo: Brianna.

 

I’m relatively new to this whole “dating” thing. In high school, I was oblivious and naïve, and had no interest in relationships or boys or anything besides school really. In the beginning of college, I dabbled here and there in meeting people and attempting to get to know them, but even then I was pretty clueless. And then I got into a serious relationship. But that wasn’t millennial dating. What ensued after that relationship was.

 

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photo: Molly Goss.

 

What I realized very quickly as I jumped into the dating pool this year was that people don’t date exclusively. It’s pretty much expected that the person you’re seeing is also seeing three other girls and telling those three other girls exactly what he’s telling you. You’re competing with these women that you don’t even know. But at the same time, you’re seeing three other men who also may be seeing other women. There are so many people involved and so many fucking elephants in every single room that at a certain point, you don’t even know if exclusive relationships even exist anymore. Do they?

Exhibit A: (a strictly hypothetical situation). You’re seeing this great guy (boy 1) you met on tinder. You’ve been seeing him for a few months and have fun with each other, great sex, and an undeniable connection. But you’ve also just met this cutie (boy 2) who is brilliant, witty, intriguing, and way more dateable than boy 1. And on top of that, you’re still in love with a boy (boy 3) who lives on the other side of the world, but you realize that you’ll never be able to be together, so you just have to move on. Do you see the problem?

The thing is that you’re starting to have feelings for boy 1, and those feelings are reciprocated but unspoken. You’re unsure of whether or not the two of you are more than just “seeing each other casually”, and even if he’s sleeping with other people at the same time. You know that being with him in a relationship would be the worst idea in the world, but you’re drawn to him and you don’t know why. At the same time, you know that boy 2 would be an excellent partner. He is educated, has a similar upbringing, is particularly stylish, is charming af, and would be an excellent boy to bring home to the family. But boy 3 is always on your mind.

If anything proceeds with boy 1, what do you tell boy 2 and 3? Bye? Sorry, there was a competition between the three of you, and he won? What if the same happens with boy 2? Do you just tell boy 1 that, despite all of the time you’ve spent together, he doesn’t win the ending prize because he just wasn’t good enough? What about all those nights you’ve spent tracing his back and telling him how wonderful he is? What about that time you stayed up all night and talked about your deepest, darkest secrets? Do you just discount all of that because the other option was better?

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photo: Brianna.

I hate this. I hate the way we are expected to date as millennials. I hate that we have to see multiple people at the same time because the person you’re seeing is most likely seeing multiple people at once and to not conform is to be weak. Weakness. Vulnerability. We’re so fucking scared of letting people in and admitting that, yes we have feelings. I know I certainly have feelings, and if I were to find out that my special someone was kissing another girl and holding her hand in the streets just as he does with me, I would be absolutely wrecked. The thing is, he probably is. And he knows I am too. But we just don’t acknowledge it because we’re millennials and acknowledging things is blasphemous. We just have to pretend that we aren’t seeing anyone else and that everything is rosy.

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photo: Molly Goss.

Can’t we just go back to the old days? Let’s tell the world we’re going steady and tell each other that we are the only people in the world and kiss knowing that we aren’t kissing anyone else. Let’s tap into our emotions and teach ourselves emotional intelligence. Let’s understand that people have emotions and that it’s ok to have them. Let’s be human for once. Let’s not be so fucking awkward.

I’m done.

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BBB in Los Angeles

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The Blend gang is officially back in Los Angeles, and boy do we have fantastic plans for the rest of December and the beginning of January.

Next week we will be popping up all around LA putting up flyers for blend and sneaking stickers around the city. Keep a look out, and take some stickers while you’re at it.

We also want feedback! let us know what you want to see from us, and what you really like already. We’re just three Berkeley girls sharing what we love with the world, and we want nothing more than you to enjoy what we put out there.

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Blend