Thanks for stopping by! Here on BECOMING LOLA I share stories on becoming minimalist, as well as living a pure clean life as a style-obsessed digital nomad with a no BS approach to ethical fashion + travel. Grab a glass of wine and start here: Building A Minimalist Wardrobe.


May 26, 2015

beautiful places in the world to visit solo

And for a bit of bucket list envy..or rather, planning, here is a continually updated curated visual orgasm of the most beautiful places in the world to take a spa solo trip. Or bring a friend! Seeking to strike a cord with your summer travel plan indulgences. Come back Wednesday to remember you can explore the world's beauty for free, like I do.

May 19, 2015

10 ways to cure the exhaustion of a material girl life

Consider this simple question: How are you?

Yes, I'm back bitches! I mean that in the sweetest way. Like, as in you're the prettiest damn female dog on the block. Don't fret. But you know my motto, Monday is totally a #basicbitch.

I am here, never really left, and this post is dedicated to all of you who have commented and touched my heart, whether you're anonymous or not, I hope you are still here with me. My biggest wish is that I knew who all of you were because your story keeps me going, knowing I'm not alone in the feelings I feel sometimes. So please do comment again and leave your name if you're so inclined. 

I know its been a NY minute since my last post. Hopefully you have followed me on Instagram to know why. If not, what are you doing? Come join me cupcake! Short answer is I've been busy. Long story is, well, I've been busy dammit! Stop being nosy. I tease, I tease. Besides going through the national alienation crisis that we Americans call the holidays, I launched my first ever home decor collection soon after, moved 3 times, started a new relationship unexpectedly, and now here I am. I have reallyyyy been through the ringer. Can I get a clone now? But enough about me. Seriously, this is important to me. How the heck are you?

May 18, 2015

go for minimalist beauty, don't be a blinded makeup junkie

Note: This is just what I do now, or have done for years. I'll be back with a more eco, vegan, organic routine after some research and trying things out for a while.

Okay I had to check in with you because I'm going through yet another new phase. I finally care about my face. Like, you know, enough to spend money on it. Before it was all - hey, hey I have this genetically formed mirror into my soul that culturally requires utmost perfection at all times and I can get away with sunscreen cuz I'm black so isn't that good enough for now, must I line my lips too! - but now I feel its a fun part of my minimalist lifestyle journey to discover and explore vegan or organic beauty brands that help me wake up and look impeccably fresh with just five minutes of effort. I mean, isn't that all the time we have these days anyway? 23 hours are devoted to texting, so my gosh, make the beauty routine as minimal and harmless as possible.

Hedonism. Such a beastly thing to be born with. Or did I somehow acquire it by growing up in bourgeois neighborhoods and indulging in higher education? Who knows. But I must admit if there was a psychological condition called "make-up OCD", I would already be diagnosed and in rehab! I don't mind though, because I feel a bit of OCD helps in creating a workable make-up routine with a bit of, shall we say, high standards. It helps keeps me focused on simplicity and organization, and not be impulsive. So, a minimalist beauty routine makes things so much easier for me. But, this didn't come naturally. I had to learn and you can join me if you like. This is a whole new Kylie Jenner-ruled world for me and I'm just now jumping on the bandwagon.

After trying to keep up with tons of make-up products when I was a fashion rag editor, I've learned minimal is better. I stick to a great basic skincare routine now that I have found a beloved new facialist to call mine, and keep it to a few everyday make-up products. I also like to have at least 2 of everything: one for home, and one for my purse. By doing that, I never have to worry about touching up and not having what I need. It's that OCD thing I mentioned! Plus beauty is so cute in tiny packages.

becoming minimalist and why more is just more

UPDATE: This becoming minimalist post is back by popular demand. 

Since returning home from my first solo travel trip ever, I immediately fell prey to the "system" yet again. 

This time, the love of my life has seen the light and decided the system doesn't work for him either. So we are off to travel the world, leaving everything behind. This is how my minimalist journey started...


I'm a little fed up. I live in a country where I wake up every morning for the sole purpose of paying bills and taxes. Where my government officials wake up every morning to serve people, so long as those people deal them eight-figure checks under the table. Where capitalist conglomerate CEOs wake up every morning to ensure they're creating the absolute healthiest foods, safest drugs, and the most transparent companies on Earth. If they happen to turn over a tiny profit of 13.6 billion dollars, then hey, that's just a bonus. And who can forget the drones. Oh. No. No no, not the fly by night kind. The 9-5 kind. You know the ones. The sluggish drones who also wake up every morning complacent, fearful, and unfulfilled; plugging in hours at a job they loathe while penning a blog at night they hope will make them rich, perpetuating relationships they dream of having the courage to end, making bucket lists they have no business creating in the first place, and envying the lives of prettier, skinner, more famous [enter names here] while never acknowledging that [enter names here] detests their own lives too. Lindsay Lohan with a side of Amanda Bynes anyone?

May 7, 2015

i only own 139 things so do i know what is a minimalist now?

Why the hell did I try to become a minimalist anyway? I can barely remember when I was diagnosed. Just as text messages really do seem like a good idea while colorfully inebriated, so too did minimalism seem like a good idea to try at the time. Somewhere in between becoming a vegetarian, for like, the third time, and wanting to be the next Adele (my shower voice sounds like doves crying...and I imagine that's a good thing) it seemed like a logical next step in my quarter-life crisis.

But doesn't this minimal style thing seem like a co*kblocker to the good life? I mean lezzbehonest, a house isn't a home unless it wreaks of shit you don't need. Hoarding and conspicuous consumption extends way beyond granny's attic. Who doesn't love a good sale? You know the ones, where you come home with yet another set of glassware, two pairs of ballerina flats, and a gift bag filled with deluxe beauty samples that will sit and expire before your eyes. The linens upon linens, because well, just in case is much better than having only an adequate amount. Life isn't about adequacy, its about excess! Like at Thanksgiving when you go in for a fourth serving because you CAN, and the unjustifiable gassiness and burping is not sexy but who gives a damn, because you just conquered life in that moment, you showed life whose boss, all while gaining five pounds unnecessarily. The freedom of choice is to be abused, duh. All hail materialism! The real religion of this country. Except. Mama didn't raise no fool. I pride myself on intellect and having it be upstaged by peer pressure, cultural norms, media, propaganda, and down right clever advertising campaigns would be such a shame. What kind of legacy would I leave behind if 70% of my time is spent consuming?? Think about it...

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