18 November 2014

LACMA Photo Diary

When we were planning our trip to LA, the first place that was suggested to me was LACMA. Embarrassing as it is, I'd never heard of it prior to its suggestion, mainly because LA used to be just home of the stars, Build-A-Bear, and Disneyland to me. I wouldn't have been able to appreciate the works of art on display if my parents had taken me when I was younger, nor would I have understood any of its meanings or depth. I probably would've just been confused, or drawn to the painting with bright, neon colors.

I'm a firm believer that things really do happen for a reason, and so—without a single doubt in my body—I know that I've been blessed to have spent my first time at the museum with the best of companies.

14 November 2014

Olay Natural White with Papaya Extract

Hey guys! I don’t know if anybody has noticed, but since I’ve started blogging, I’ve been branching out—widening my horizons, you could say—as opposed to just posting outfit shots constantly. It was beginning to bore me, the whole ‘I wore this because (insert reason), and what I really love about (brand) is because their clothes are not only (adjective), but also (comfortable, versatile, etc).’  It was beginning to feel a lot like a cardboard cut-out, fill-in-the-blanks sort of thing, and for someone who hated routines as much as I did, it frustrated me that blogging began to feel more like an obligation than a hobby that made me happy.

So to combat the onslaught of me giving up on blogging altogether, I decided to make ninapineda.com a little more me. I’ve started writing about personal experiences, events I’ve attended, the trips I’ve gone on… I posted vlogs (although not as often as I would like to)… And now, as I go through the rest of my adolescence, I present a new category that you will be hopefully reading more posts on in the future: beauty. 

11 November 2014

The Grove

The day my mom, aunt, and I spent at The Grove was comprised mainly of me shrieking on elevators and then promptly taking the stairs; walking endlessly for hours, it seemed; window shopping, eating at Umami Burger, and Haagen-Dazs cones for dessert. There's not much to say about the trip, really, as my guardians mostly let me do my own thing—which was go around in circles, taking photos of everyone and everything, while they talked between themselves. I'd have to have numerous pairs of hands to be able to count the amount of times my mom rushed me out of a store because I was taking multiple photos of the same thing (to the best of my stealthy skills).

20 October 2014

Venice Beach Photo Diary (and why I'm one step closer to being the happiest I've ever been)

My trip to Venice Beach would definitely have to be one of the highlights of my most recent trip to LA. The last time I was there, the ocean had swallowed one half of my favorite pair of slippers, and my dad—seizing his opportunity to make a dad joke—told me to throw the remaining half into the water. He said it might come back to me one day, the next time I'm at the beach on the other side of the world, and while nine year old me highly doubted that, the slim chance of it actually happening excited me enough to make me oblige. I had to walk all the way back to our hotel barefoot, but I didn't really mind. Back then, it felt like giving back to the earth (when in all honesty, my dad and I probably did more damage than anything else).