BBS vs. ModelFIT

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(ModelFIT NYC)

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Health and wellness isn’t something I talk about on the blog often but since succumbing to Instagam Stories, I’ve discovered that I have a passion for it. I’ve probably tried every healthy restaurant and trendy work out class in LA and I’m here to share my thoughts.

1. Body by Simone (BBS) ($28 – West Hollywood)

BBS is tough. I’ve tried Trampoline Cardio and the Full Body work out classes. I mistakenly chose Trampoline Cardio my first time at the studio which is apparently their toughest workout class. I was dripping in sweat by the end of it (see above photo). For this class, it helps if you’re not super tall. The moves require staying low and keeping your core tight while keeping up with dance steps…while on a trampoline. It’s low impact but the trampoline doesn’t provide as much support as I thought it would. But this class was easier on my joints/back than jogging on a treadmill. There are short sprinting bursts during this class that I wouldn’t be able to do on a treadmill so I’m sure that torched a ton of calories. It also requires a lot of coordination and there’s a bunch of quick movements. If you’re not a dancer and have two left feet like me, you’ll feel silly and won’t be able to keep up at first. In my experience, no one laughs at you. So that helps. The morning after this class, I woke up looking super toned. I’m not sure if that was due to loss of water weight (via sweating a TON…sorry, TMI) or if it was the fact that this class burns around 500 calories.

The Full Body class was a little easier since all of the dance steps are carried out on solid ground. There’s more sculpting in this class (ab work, ankle weights, etc) than cardio. But if you go on Monday nights you just might run into Lori Loughlin looking gorgeous and not breaking a sweat at all.

2. ModelFIT ($32 – LA) ($40 – NYC)

ModelFIT is a trendy place. The LA studio has a cactus theme (very ~chella) while the NYC studio has huge windows overlooking Bowery.

I’ve taken 3 classes at ModelFIT: Sculpt, Dance Cardio and Cardio Sculpt. I took the Dance Cardio in LA and to my dismay, it was terrible. The instructor told us to “strut” and “pose” during this 8 am session. I was expecting to be out of breath but at the end of it, I hadn’t even broken a sweat.

I took the other two classes at the NYC location. I took the Sculpt class twice with the same instructor–Lilli Van Hall. She was great. She derives her moves from Jane Fonda work out videos and incorporates Katonah Yoga moves. She taught me moves I’ve never seen before and really isolated the muscles — small movements using your own body weight=lean model-esque muscle.

Lastly, I did the Cardio Sculpt class which ended up being more like a bootcamp. It was set up like a circuit training gym class. The instructor, whilst wearing fuzzy at-home socks, told us to act like adults and do the moves properly (???) after the ostensibly disappointing first round. The moves involved dead lifts, froggers and running in place — not really what I would’ve expected.

Verdict: These two studios aren’t my favorite but BBS wins over ModelFIT. When searching for studios that’ll help you achieve a sculpted body — check out Pop Physique or Pilates+DTLA (which uses the megareformer just like SLT in NYC) instead. If you’re trying to push your body to the limit to see results quickly, definitely give Body by Simone’s Trampoline Cardio a shot.

An Ode to Significant Others

As I’ve graduated from dating in college to dating in the real world, I’ve come in contact with a harsh truth. We’re all selfish assholes. I literally blocked a guy’s number the other day because I wanted to go to Pop Physique more than I wanted to see him—and he just couldn’t take the hint. I enjoy my solitude; I’m comfortable in it. Giving up my personal time to go on an awkward first or second date is not my idea of a fun night. But how long can we keep this up until we desperately crave a close relationship only to find that we’re left with our mother and aged dog? Sorry mom. I see countless, single 30-something year olds out in LA looking as “happy” as can be. Is it an act or are they actually content with this attachment free lifestyle? (These aren’t rhetorical questions–I really want to know. Email me at theurbanfashiongal@gmail.com).

For the longest time, I used the fact that I’m moving to New York City to push away any serious commitments. Whenever the topic of graduation and the future would come up with a guy, I’d slip in a comment about the move. This worked well until it didn’t and I actually pushed away someone I really liked. That experience—me playing the “cool girl” and it backfiring—made me realize that I want a relationship. I pushed away the idea of settling down and having kids but in reality, I was afraid of the vulnerability attached to it. I have been terrified to say, “This is who I am, the good and the bad; will you accept it?”

We play this game of being uninterested until the point of apathy. We have lost the ability to care deeply, to be vulnerable. What’s so scary about someone not wanting you as long as you want you? At the moment, I’m not 100% comfortable with myself and I’m not looking to settle down with someone because of this. I’m in this transition stage of not knowing what direction I want my life to go in. This doesn’t mean I’m avoiding relationships because I’m uncertain about my future—I’m just waiting to invest my time and energy until it’s right. Life shouldn’t be wasted on half assed relationships. I know I’m going to look back at this time in my life and reminisce about the late nights out with friends, all of the uncertainty that comes with being in your 20s and living in a big city with minimal commitments. I’ll hold onto it while I can.

Lip Injections

Going under the “knife” for cosmetic reasons is such a controversial topic. In LA, it’s entirely normal for girls of all ages which led me to the decision of getting my lips “done” about 6 weeks ago. But I imagine when I move out of LA that I’ll look back on the fact that I got lip injections like, “Wtf, that was so unnecessary.” I didn’t tell anyone I was getting injections because it was a personal decision that I had already come to–I wasn’t in the position to be convinced out of it which is something I know my friends and family would try to do.

Upon getting to the office, I was numbed with topical lidocaine for about 10 minutes before the injections began. In all honesty, they were not painful. I would say that the discomfort level was a 3 out of 10. There was a slight pinching sensation when he did the injections in the middle of my upper lip versus the ones towards the outside.

I showed my physician a photo of my sister and another of Irina Shayk for inspiration. He said that they both had really full lips which would require more than 1 syringe which was not something I was prepared to do in one sitting. I sat upright in a chair while the physician did a series of 8-10 injections (I lost count). He used hyaluronic acid (Juvederm) and molded the filler with his fingers in between injections. I squeezed on some stress balls during this 10-15 minute process. Towards the end, I started to get anxious and dizzy–I thought I was going to pass out. I was thinking, “Holy shit, this is a real surgical procedure and I didn’t even tell my mom…what was I thinking? What if something goes horribly wrong?” I stayed calm and they had me lie down and sip some water. He ended up not finishing the little bit of filler that was left so I had less than one syringe injected. I iced my lips for a few minutes and that was it.

The injections last about 6-9 months and I’m not entirely sure if I’ll keep up with it. After having about 3 sessions–the filler doesn’t dissolve as quickly which renders the effects of it a little more permanent. I chose to go to my dermatologist, Peter Kopelson. The cost of one syringe at Kopelson Clinic was $715 which is moderate for lip injections. You can find clinics that charge less but you will most likely not be seeing an M.D. or surgeon and you have the risk of a botched lip job. My personal pet peeves when it comes to injections are when the top lip looks duck-like or when the filler bleeds into the lip line. No one besides my mom and best friend noticed I got these done which is exactly what I wanted–a natural result.

The recovery was a little tedious. I had the procedure done on a Friday afternoon in order to look presentable for my internship on the following Monday. Most of the swelling went down in 72 hours but my lips had little bumps in them for several weeks afterwards. I could feel the injection sites especially when I would do cardio (more blood flow to the face, I presume). I bruised on my lips which was easily covered with lipstick. I didn’t realize how long it would take for all of the swelling to go down. I was expecting perfect lips in 72 hours but that wasn’t the case. Apparently, it’s normal for the downtime to be several weeks.

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Women Don’t Owe You Shit

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(photographer: cpoplawski.com)

Quick outfit post before I go back to qualitative data analyses…(someone please remind me why I chose to major in Psychology?? Anybody?)

Finals prep, senior events, end of the year celebrations, concerts, moving out–everything is moving so fast. Every time I see a freshman I think back to what a child I was four years ago. Just kidding, let’s be real, I’m still a child but with more prominent cheek bones and a few gray hairs.

In other news, I’m going to Kaskade next week and I just bought my ticket to HARD Summer. I like how I say I’m done with music festivals yet I keep goin’ back. Buy experiences, not material goods.

top-Petals and Peacocks via the IDAFT event
skirt-One Teaspoon
choker-Vida Kush
sunglasses-Sorella Boutique
cape-Vintage via Fairfax Flea Market
lipstick-Tarte creamy matte lip paint
shoes-Vans

Coachella ’16 Recap

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top-Bustown Modern Vintage
skirt-Eden & Eden Vintage
cape-Fairfax Flea Market
sunglasses, necklace-Fairfax Flea Market
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top-Bustown Modern
skirt-One Teaspoon
crown-Nasty Gal
shoes-Jeffrey Campbell
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necklaces-from India
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Coachella was a shit show. The festival is filled with so many different types of people that the vibe is off. Imagine standing next to a racist, a gay man, a homophobe and a person whose first language was not English. Everyone is full of disdain for each other. The Desert Sun came out with an article talking about the racism at Coachella. And don’t even get me started on the amount of Native American headdresses that I saw…

All of this is in contrast with festivals such as Outside Lands and Lollapalooza where the love and positive energy is palpable. I yelled at a group of men for talking (about drugs) throughout the (incredible) Sia performance. That didn’t even work. Two other women had to yell at them as well and then they finally left. It seemed as if everyone was just trying to do drugs and dance like crazy instead of having a meaningful experience. The VIP section was even worse. Those people were just there for the photos–they didn’t enter the crowds with their heels and Chloe cross-body purses (trying to imagine these chicks pushing through to get to the front for a set makes me lol). I would only return to Coachella for networking purposes if I work in the fashion industry. This isn’t a festival to attend for good vibes and positivity.

I still had a relatively good amount of fun though…seeing Alessandra Ambrosio, Karlie Kloss, Emily Ratajkowski, Vanessa Hudgens and Austin Butler in person was really cool. Models are way skinnier in person, BTW–even the “healthy” Victoria’s Secret models. Oh so bony and frail. I feel like if I sat on Alessandra’s legs, I’d snap ’em like twigs.

IDAFT

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jeans-Paige Denim
shoes-Puma
sunglasses-Acne
necklace-VidaKush
jacket-Zara

“They have no idea what it takes to be a woman. To grin and bear it, to persevere. The constant state of war, navigating a relentless obstacle course of misogyny.”

Last night I got to go to Whitney Bell’s Event “I Didn’t Ask For This: A Lifetime of Dick Pics” (sorry mom). I felt the feminism and power from a block away, tbh. It was a breath of fresh air to be around like minded people in LA. It was an interactive art space with live tattooing by @seanfromtexas (I’m obsessed with his aesthetic). I picked up a t-shirt and some temporary tattoos that I’ll be donning at Coachella. *sigh* There’s nothing like attending a feminist event shortly after a break up…

Here are some photos from the event:

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(Whitney Bell & I)

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