I'm A Small Town.

"Where everyone knows everyone.

There's no secrets around here.

Son, either you love me or you hate me,

for everything I am.

Either I hold your heart

or I hold you down."

-Kenny Chesney

It's been a homesick kind of day over here in Music City. Tensions are rising, stress is definitely on the mindset and the closer spring break gets, the farther away it seems. I miss my family and I miss my hometown friends. 

And this song just kills me now every time I hear it. 

So for my song recommendation of the week, this is basically one of the many that remind me of the small town I grew up in. I'm so blessed to have lived where I did and this song brings it all back to me.

Gone, Gone, Gone.

"You are my head start.

You are my rugged heart.

You're the pulse that I've always needed."

-Phillip Phillips

House Church is always cleansing for the soul. I will never, ever need a therapist as long as I can sit in a circle with some of the most inspiring people and just spill my heart on the floor. Every week, I may walk in with a burden on my shoulders and a lot in my mind, but I always leave refreshed and ready to face anything.

Tonight, the girls and I talked about what we hide behind and the burdens we do carry on ourselves every day. It's such a scary concept to process when you know that you never want to let out your own personal insecurities. I figured to myself that it was my insecurities themselves that make me run away from my problems. For those who don't know me personally, I make fun of myself more than anyone else on the planet. I easily drag myself down and hurt my own feelings. Why would I even bother with this, you may wonder? A long time ago, I realized I'm not even near being perfect (perfection is unrealistic in my book)  so I should accept my flaws and move on. But other people point out flaws like no tomorrow; it's just human nature taking its course. I thought that if I make fun of my own problems, who can truly hurt me? But it does. And that scares me beyond anything.

My other "fig leaf" to hide behind is the fact that I never want to be someone else's bother. I openly share my feelings and complain about my issues, but when it comes to people trying to help me, I can never accept the fact that they are there. I let people in to my deepest and darkest moments and right at the climax of the situation, I push them farther away than they were to begin with. It's harsh and rude, but it's my way of defending them. I always pray I will never be a burden to other people and yet, the fear is constantly weighing in my mind.

We all have our own problems. Some may be worse than others, that's for sure. But it's alright if you're stressed over a math test while someone else is grieving three deaths. You can feel the same sadness and regret and doubt. You're allowed to feel how you want, even if it may be upsetting or selfish at the time. Like I said, we're all human and things do get the best of us. What I mainly learned from last night's therapy session is to always know these two words:

IT'S OKAY.

We can wake up every day and know that things are still there. Life is still around. There are people that care about us, whether or not we know it. We have to embrace that and sure, it's such a difficult concept. But it's real. 

House Church does take all my pain and sorrow away. It gives me two hours to breathe and laugh and be so beyond enthralled with everything around me. It opens my heart to new ideas and makes me understand the most important things a person could ever know.

Thank you, House Church, for guiding my heart in the right direction. And for making me want to ditch class all Wednesday for a Chik-fil-A opening. 

That's another story....

Love On Top.

"I can hear the wind whipping past my face.

As we dance the night away.

Boy, your lips taste like a night of champagne."

-Beyonce.

I spent my night watching athletes make fun of everything from the Sound of Music to themselves. It's the hardest I've laughed in a while and yes, there were tears of laughter shed. It was also a night for an amazing cause. The Battle of the Bruins raises money for Special Olympics in order to provide the organizations with more opportunities for the intellectually and physically challenged. I volunteered a lot of my time with Special Olympics in high school and to this day, I would still love to be a special education teacher. I feel as if many people don't realize how much of a blessing each and every one of those special athletes is. They amaze me beyond belief and I'm inspired to how dedicated they are. Tonight was just another friendly reminder that when all may be blurry and the tensions have risen, a sweet little song and dance can make your heart calm again.

Always Summer.

"I left home,

 but there's one thing I still know.

It's always summer in my heart, 

and in my soul."

-Yellowcard.

(Yes, I do love Yellowcard. Get ready for a lot of those lyrics more frequently than other artists. Yellowcard is always relevant to me because they play typical California-summer-beach alt music. And that's what I like; something to jam out to that makes me think of happy times.)

The temperatures are rising here in the South for the next couple days and it gets me excited for many reasons:

1) I'm obsessed with warm weather. Any day can be perfect with 80 degree weather. Truth spoken in gest.

2) I'm pretty sure it's not normal to pull out my vintage cutoffs in the middle of January while living in somewhere that's not California. 

3) Summer is on the rise. Well, in a sense. Even though we're three months off the mark, I can smell it in the humid, stormy air. Summer is a-coming. 

While summertime does make me as calm as an ocean breeze, it also makes me want to plan on all of the outfits I will be donning during the hot heat of June. Pinterest fixes all my needs for that and I've been coming across some in which I plan to execute to my very best.

Olivia Palermo is the queen of young and forward fashion. This girly nautical look is all perfectly polished with a striped boatneck top and high waisted shorts. And what's an outfit without a chain-linked oversized bag?

Can you say OBSESSED? The tan oversized cardigan brings the comfort to this white button-up and denim high waisted short combo. So fresh and so put together.

Deep down inside all of us is a grunge hippie dying to come out. This outfit, consistent of an off-white giant shirt dress drowned in beaded necklaces and a rosary, is the ultimate Coachella meets SxSW outfit.

Bow down to Lauren Conrad's classic style any day of the week. I live in my bikini during summer, so this navy bandeau top with a high waisted navy-and-white striped A-line skirt are pretty and sexy all at the same time.

This is a great look for the chill days in which you just wanna relax and enjoy the sun. A printed maxi skirt with a simple white cami can never go wrong. Top it off with a lightweight cardigan in case the summer air gets a tad chilly at night.

I love cutoffs. I love red. I love America. BOOM. With the sleeveless button-up tucked in to these bad boys, I would be rockin' it the patriotic way.

I can't wait until every day is a swimsuit day and when my tan is my only accessory. Summer, I'm calling for you. Please come soon.

Diva.

"Getting money.

Divas getting money.

If you ain't getting money,

then you ain't got nothing for me."

-Beyonce.

How I adore Red Carpet Pre-Shows! As the stars strutted their stuff down the famous runway, I was keeping my eye out for the best and worst fashions of the night. And I'll be honest: I wasn't too impressed with anyone. Although the SAGs are nothing compared to the Oscars or Emmys, they still matter in my book on what you wear. Despite the lack of standouts, I'll try my best to pick some bests and worsts of the evening. Get ready, ladies.

Best

I may be biased because of my love for Amanda Seyfried, but she looks stunning in this Zac Posen number.

She may not be a Red Carpet legend, but Kiernan Shipka is perfection in Oscar de la Renta.

And claims are saying she had pneumonia as of late? Jennifer Lawrence is flawless in this navy Dior Haute Couture gown.

Sofia Vergara proves she can never go wrong in a white Donna Karan dress.

New mom, Claire Danes, is known for her famous fashions and this risk is no different. Danes looks gorgeous as usual in Givenchy.

Worst

I hate to hate on this amazing Olympian, but Gabby Douglas looks out of place in this floral paisley mini.

Anne Hathaway, you are gorgeous! This Giambattista Valli gown does nothing for you.

If this Roland Mouret dress is trying to be a risk, I'm not having it, Frieda Pinto.

No, just no. Kaley Cuoco does not hit the mark in this Ramona Keveza tea-length gown.

Valentino done wrong by Rose Byrne. Too floaty and too much fabric.

Before I finish my critiques, I will give a huge round of applause to the stunner of the evening, my idol, Mrs. Giuliana Rancic in a beautiful royal blue gown by Max Azria Atelia:

Big City Dreams.

"It's bound to get hot,
in the summer,
but the summer is a bummer
if you can't leave 
this pathetic excuse for a town."

-Nevershoutnever!

I've been talking a lot about the future as of late. And it scares the hell out of me. As much as I want to get out of college as fast as I can and move on to the next part of life, that means that I actually have to live life. Like an adult. Reality gets the best of all of us, doesn't it?

As I went to breakfast with my good friend, Katy, I felt so mature as I admitted that my parents are the smartest people I know and that marriage is a huge commitment. I stand by those two statements in full; my parents (especially my mom) are my best friends and I swear I'm not getting married until I'm 30 and have a solid career for myself. It's so weird that at only 18 years old, I'm defining all these standards while digging away at some Sugar and Spice pancakes. If you would have asked me a year ago where I'd be now, I wouldn't have been able to tell you in the slightest. But I'm here and I got here safely. That's what counts.

I feel so profound at this point in my life and yet, I will always be that 8-year-old little girl who is obsessed with being one of the guys and not having a care in the world. I want to be one of those people who stays a kid at heart. I don't plan on growing up no matter where I live or what I do for a living. I don't want to change that part of me because I believe that's one of my greatest definitions, if I even have any. So yeah, I'm going to stuff my face with hotcakes drowned in cinnamon syrup with a side of hash browns and laughter. It's just the way I am.

I don't ever want to grow up. Might as well start packing for Neverland right now. Otherwise, time may pass by too quick and I may never get the chance to live out my real dream. As long as there is breakfast there waiting for me. 

Best Of You.

"It's real, the pain you feel.

The life, the love you'd die to heal.

The hope that starts the broken hearts."

-Foo Fighters

Ah, reminiscing. Such a joy brought to my heart every time I look back on my amazing memories from the past. It makes me so happy to have had some of the best times of my mind in hopes that I can replay them in the movie of my mind forever. Tonight's topic: popular songs of junior high days. The time where adding -izzle to any word was off the hook and rap took over the pop radio waves. For tonight, I'm going for top 10 circa 2006. Flashback commence.

Sexyback-Justin Timberlake

This song is probably the best song of the 2000s decade. I cannot get enough of this song because the beat is so fresh and the idea was mindblowing to everyone around. I swear to this day that this is still the number one song to get a party started. JT forever.

Promiscuous-Nelly Furtado feat. Timbaland

I still remember dancing around my best friend's room to this song every Friday night. This was the year of Nelly Furtado's takeover and Timbaland was the perfect person to collaborate with. Too great.

Move Along-All American Rejects

All American Rejects were my all-time favorite band in middle school. I screamed their lyrics at the top of my lungs and fell in love with every song from this record. When I saw them for free at a concert, that was the moment where this song became so real to me. Every time I hear it, I can still hear the crowd yelling the lyrics back to Tyson Ritter in pure unison.

Gold Digger-Kanye West feat. Jamie Foxx

Kanye West, you will always be my favorite rapper in my book. The story behind this song is so GENIUS, I can't even handle it. And Jamie Foxx on the track getting all soulful? Now that's one hot record.

For You I Will-Teddy Geiger

Don't you dare tell me different that this was the slow dance song of the year. Every girl in America swooned over this soft rock/pop ballad performed by the dreamboat known as Teddy Geiger. Come on, ladies. We were all completely jealous of Kristin Cavallari being the star of his music video. 

Gimme That-Chris Brown

The year that made Chris Brown completely hot. Whenever I hear the first three seconds of this song, I know it's about to get fresh in the building. Repeat, repeat, repeat. Love this track. 

Ain't No Other Man-Christina Aguilera

This music video made me want to be Christina. Her 40s pin-up look was beyond me and her whole persona was my ideal lifestyle. She had the perfect hair, perfect wardrobe and perfect makeup. And her vocals? Out. Of. This. World.

Chasing Cars-Snow Patrol

Everyone and their mother was obsessed with this song back in the day. I'll admit, I got sick of it after a while. But when I hear it now, I realize just how good the lyrics are. They were beyond their time and still stay true today. Such a beautiful song with a passionate message. I mean, heck, my grandma even loves this song.

So Sick-Neyo

Can't go wrong with this one. I have no idea why, but I've always been a sucker for some smooth R&B music. (Usher, anyone?) Neyo took the world by storm with this opening hit and it always comes back to me. And yes, it reminds me of little Niall Horan auditioning for X-Factor. Guilty as charged. 

Walk Away-Kelly Clarkson

Kelly Clarkson is and will always be my main girl. She is one of my heroes and this album of hers will always ring true in my heart. "Walk Away" inspired me to sing as loud as I can with an attitude to boot. LOVE this song. Power to you, Kelly.

What are your favorite songs from that year? One of the coolest things about reminiscing music from the past is remembering the first time you heard it, how much you loved the music video, or even knowing how you felt when it came on the radio. Music is empowering, even when it is from long ago.

Gravity.

"Oh gravity,

stay the hell away from me.

And gravity has taken better men than me.

How can that be?

Just keep me where the light is."

-John Mayer.

I apologize now for my absence yesterday. I was still trying to get over my PCD (for those who are unaware of this plaguing disease, Post Concert Depression). It's a tough fight to battle and it always gets me down for a solid week after I see a show. And after seeing Ed, I'm surprised that I'm recovering this well.

I have found a new love affair: restorative yoga. Every Thursday, Katy and I pull out our leggings and head over to the gym to center the inner Chi. For 75 minutes, it's a time of complete relaxation. While I may still have a million things on my mind, I have no obligation to do my tasks until I hear the word, "namaste". I just love being able to breathe in the sweet air of relaxation and rid myself of the stress built up from the week. Feeling the Earth beneath me while gravity holds me still makes me just fill with wonder.

I absolutely hate stress. I cannot stand it within my bones or my heart because it stops my mind from working in a positive way. Although I am not an optimistic person, I do believe in being happy about the little things. Yoga is that for me. 

As we ease into a calm weekend, let's remember to keep the heart free of worry and full of laughter. Namaste.

You Need Me, I Don't Need You.

"And I won't be a product of my genre.

My mind will always be stronger,

than my songs are."

-Ed Sheeran.

Ed Sheeran is pure perfection. That's what I've been saying for months now and tonight justified that it's a fact. As I sat among the many pews in the Ryman Auditorium, I felt as if I was in pure euphoria. I had never felt my heart get so high and I had never seen someone with so much passion pouring out of every ounce of their body. If you ever have the chance to go to an Ed Sheeran show, do it. Even if you don't like him or his music, it will be the best show you have ever seen.

I've been speechless about it so instead of rambling on about his greatness as a musician, let's let the pictures and videos do the work.

On The Way...

This blog post is very different from the rest. It's going to be short and sweet and to the point. I have a lot to get done in a matter of hours for Wednesday. Although that sounds like I have tomorrow, I'll be putting all my energy and happiness toward Ed Sheeran at the Ryman Auditorium.

More to follow as soon as I get my life together...

Philadelphia.

"All we learn that love's supposed to win.

But sometimes it's the demons,

that are standing in the end."

-Parachute

For anyone who doesn't know me, know this: Parachute is my all-time favorite band ever. Although they have only released two albums, all of their songs are the melodies to my heart. Their albums represent my life at various moments and the words take me back in time to memories I can never forget.

As I made today a lazy Sunday, this song came on. A song that speaks a tremendous amount of volumes to my soul. A song that, no matter what is going on in the word, makes my heart stop beating and my mind cease to control its lost thoughts. This song is so wrong, it's right. And I mean that in all terms of the phrase. 

Long story short: this is a melody about a man who commits the sin of adultery upon his girlfriend. Despite how awful it may sound, I have never heard a song that is as hauntingly beautiful as such. You want to hate the story and the situation, but your mind gets caught up in the soothing riffs of the guitar and sweet tones created for such sorrow. 

"Philadelphia" takes me back to many a time in which I have had so many emotions. It represents every waking bone in my body, despite the fact I have never experienced such a heartbreaking relationship. The words take me to a time of blurry driving and swollen eyes from the harsh tears of a difficult decision. It brings me to my last few nights of the summer before picking up all my bags and heading South for what some called "the rest of my life". It takes me to the foggy evenings in which I couldn't help but break down. And yet, in all those moments, I found myself. The real me that comes out on rare occasions. She is the vulnerable one who is driven by her own stubbornness and finds faith within a tune. She came out for seven minutes today and it was nice to see her. 

Without further ado, welcome to the song that changed my perspective and life. For the better:

Happy Together.

"Imagine me and you, 

I do.

I think about you day and night,

it's only right."

-The Turtles

When winter temperatures rise with the best of them, it gets me a little bit too excited for life. The sun has made a strong entrance in the past couple days, but today is proved to shine a tad brighter in order to heat up the frosty January air. Taking advantage of the sweet sunshine is a must in my book; I am addicted to the all-natural Vitamin D. 

My roommate, Emilie, and I went out on a limb to accomplish one of the many tasks on our "Freshman Bucket List". Our priority: a trip to the Adventure Science Center. For two hours, we explored the wonders of the stars, the gruesome details of the human body and how hot a building can get in direct sunlight with 50 other small children running around. It was a hands-on experience wonderland filled with curiosity and knowledge. It brought me back to the days of grade school, looking as science as one of the coolest things known to man. Check that one off the list!

We became even more school spirited at the mens' basketball game against the Tigers. Spirit fingers and clapping were our most valuable accessories and we even had our mouths dropped at the halftime entertainment of the evening. (Gymnastic tumbling is a feat I wish I had.) All in all, the Bruins won and sent home the Tiger team with a "polite" shaking of the keys.

Joined by Stef and Kelly, our sweet tooths caught up with us and we were in dire need of frozen yogurt. I am a huge believer in the fact that ice cream can cure all sicknesses, bad days, and pretty much anything else weighing a person down. The swirl of peanut butter and chocolate milk mixed with waffle cone and Butterfinger drowned out my nonexistent sorrows  while the night lived on. We topped off our fro-yo visit with a chill session at Fido. Let me just say: I have never had such amazing hot apple cider. The aroma of the cinnamon stick complemented the taste of fall as I sipped the sweet drink from my giant coffee cup. I may be getting a bit overdramatic over a simple beverage, but it was, by far, the best thing I have had in quite some time.

Tomorrow awaits a second Saturday and I pray it will be as sweet as the crisp winter wind and the zing of a tall hot cider.

Sugar, We're Going Down.

"I'll be your number one,

 with a bullet.

A loaded gun complex,

cock it and pull it."

-Fall Out Boy

After a long, hard week, it's always good to relax with a big burger and a side of family love. Even though this wasn't my most stressful of weeks, it proved to be one that wore me to exhaustion. I can pretty much guarantee you that after I finish this post, I will be wrapped in a blanket, falling in love with Chuck Bass over an episode of Gossip Girl. I love to unwind during the most tired of times. It's what us Californians are known best for: getting to be chill and laid back.

Despite my lack of being half asleep all day long, I felt the need to be productive. This means accomplishing all errands I left up to this afternoon: mail center run, buying a notebook, and homework. Icky. It wasn't until I cracked open my math book until I found how easy college has actually been so far. The problems on the page made me ponder the thoughts of how simple of a class it really was in all reality. I mean, really? I'm in college and they still ask me if I know how to read a pie chart? Excuse me while I reminisce on 6th grade.

After the daunting task (not really) of figuring out what 0 divided by anything was, I received the best text message any college student could receive: an invitation to go out for food with a family. My friend, Katy, is from somewhere in the Windy City and her family decided to honor MLK Jr. with a trip down to ol' Nashville. I have never been so grateful to hang out with a mom and a dad in quite some time.

One thing to know about me is I love meeting parents. It doesn't matter how they act or who they are; I just absolutely love getting to know where my friends come from. It's such a humbling feeling to connect with the people that raised them and made them become the person that is my friend. I know my parents are a huge reflection on who I am as an individual and I wouldn't have it any other way.

We brisked the cold and dined under candlelight (unromantically, of course) with one of the sweetest families I have ever had the privilege to hang out with. Her mom and I discussed everything from sports to the reasons why I came so far away to college. We connected in a way that not a lot of adult to teenager interaction does. And in the meantime, might I add we were feasting on the God-given meal known as burger and fries. Don't forget the fried pickles. They are my weakness and pickles, I have decided, are my new kryptonite. I am absolutely obsessed with the salty vegetable of my childhood.

Despite the rather Arctic temperatures outside and the millions of minutes we had to wait for our table, I'm so grateful for what tonight brought. It gave me a comfort place within another family's love. It showed me that no matter where you are from, you can connect to anyone on the planet. And you can do all these things when it's shared over a plate of fries. Amen to Friday nights.

Oh yeah, and, the sunshine is back. And he better be here to stay.

Rock and Roll.

"If they wanna rock, they rock.

If they wanna roll, they roll.

They can roll with the punches,

long as they get somewhere they know."

-Eric Hutchinson

Nothing gets me quite as excited as a great day. I would like the think the majority of people live for the best days of their lives. Today was definitely not the best day ever in my life. But it's been the best one in a while. Let's go over the facts:

-It's Thursday. Meaning tomorrow happens to be Friday. Which means...cheers to the freaking weekend.

-Three day weekend coming up. Thank you so much, Martin Luther King, Jr. You truly are amazing in all aspects. The extra day off is just the icing on the cake.

-I got to style someone today. It wasn't for anyone too famous; just my good friend J.Woo. Our inspiration was the 1920s and of course, I told him to go for the paperboy look. Might I add he will be looking quite dapper in his newsboy cap and black oxfords. 

-Blackout at school. Seriously, the moment the room went dark, my heart froze. I had never been so frightened by such a mundane occurrence. But, hey, I got out of math class 15 minutes early. Holla.

-2 refreshing workouts in the bag. Surprisingly enough for me to say, nothing feels as good as burning almost 600 calories in a matter of around 60 minutes. Hopefully, my body will start to change and I'm praying the pounds start shedding off in the very near future.

-Do you ever see one of those people who you are on a friendly basis, but don't really get to hang out with? As I walked into the gym, I ran into the new student center worker and my friend, Channing. Long story short: she lives 3000 miles away from me and yet, the small world that we live in, her family works with mine at my old high school. It's so great to catch up and see a familiar face. I love people like that.

Hopefully, I didn't bore you to death. Because, to be quite honest, I'm in love with how great this day was. And nothing can stop this feeling. Let's see what the weekend has in store, shall we now?

Clique.

"But I've been talking to God for so long,

that if you look at my life, 

I guess he talking back."

-Kanye West

As I awoke very early this morning, I wasn't quite prepared for the day. I was running late to class. I was bitter at the fact that I have to put on layer upon layer while keeping my fashion standards at their finest. I wasn't happy that it was only Wednesday when I wanted it to be a great Friday. I think we all get those days once in a while where you wish you didn't have to deal with the issues that burden your inner self.

The highlight I could not wait for was House Church. All day long, that was the mantra ruling over my mind and its thoughts. Settling back into the corner couch at my friend, M's, place with a cup of fully loaded sugar and milk coffee was like the feeling of home all over again. Our weekly circle went around and discussed the peaks and pits of our winter breaks. We laughed, we talked, and we understood.

Conversations ceased and we landed among the topic of what 2013 should be like while we reflected on the past 365 days known as 2012. I immediately realized: 2012 was the year I figured out things happen for a reason. Every moment in time is there to remember and live off of, no matter how you feel about in that second. I got to experience so many memories and emotions in the past year: graduation, wedding, newborn baby, college, moving away, saying goodbye. To kiss 2012 goodbye itself was, in all perspectives, bittersweet. I finished my soapbox speech by claiming that 2013 is not for me to change my mind or be a different person. 

2013 is going to be my year of fearlessness.

I'm ready to try. I'm ready to experience with a full and whole heart. I'm ready to take a leap of faith. In all aspects, I'm just ready. 

Saying it out loud to people I care about and letting the words drift among the air like dust was completely humbling in the best possible way, ever. Now, it's set in the stone of that moment. I have that word to live up to. As insane and scary as that sounds, my heart is in the right place to go out on that limb.

This whole idea is one reason why I decided to start this blog. Sure, I want this to be like my diary/fashion inspiration place/experience. But it's bigger than that. And that's such an enthralling feeling to share this opportunity with others. To be myself and at the same time, develop who I want to be later on in life.

So, for the next 300 something days, I'm going to be fearless in every definition of the word.

Because I'm ready to be fearless. 

P.S. Sorry for the random song selection as of recent. I'll be short and sweet about this one: I'm a huge Kanye fan. And this song gets me pumped like no other. Plus it makes me think of this video, which is hilarious. Thank you, Nick Grimshaw.

How We Do (Party).

"We got that sweet, hot loving.

Dancing in the dark.

Out in the streets, we're running.

Shut down every bar."

-Rita Ora

It's been one of those days where my emotions reflect the atmosphere outside. As my mood has been slowly declining due to my overwhelming stress and dire need of a break (already), the weather has not changed in the slightest. I don't know why it seems that every grey sky is a mirror to my emotions; I feel as if the clouds cover up the Earth just like they do over my heart and mind. 

Sorry if you're not one for a little rant every once in a while. But as every person has their release, writing is mine. And yet, the biggest stressor in my life is the Media Writing homework. Oh, the irony. Working and shining at its brightest moments.

The only thing to lighten the tension around this somber post is the one motivation I've actually had today. There is this amazing guy on Youtube who posts a collaboration of the past year's songs. It wasn't until I stumbled upon his phenomenal remix that I realized how fresh our music has been for the last 12 months. We've grown in terms of beats and mixes in the best way possible.

Rather than give it all away with words, let's let the video take it away. PopDanthology, you are the man. 

(All credit to kimaginati0n from Youtube)

Suit and Tie.

"All dressed up in black and white.

And you're dressed in that dress I like.

Love is swinging in the air tonight."

-Justin Timberlake

Usually during Awards Season, everyone disregards the men in the topic of Best/Worst Dressed. Little to their surprise, it's hard to be a guy on the Red Carpet. Sure, the whole tux thing works every single time. But the boys have to focus on the minute details in order to be considered elegant gentlemen. Accessories matter most; no suit can be finished without a perfectly made tie or quirky bowtie. From the color coordination right down to the fit tailoring matters in the world of fashion. Tonight's blog is going out for the men of the Golden Globes. To you, I raise a toast in honor of your flawless taste. Shall we proceed?

Best:

Seems like the James Bond deal is working out for Daniel Craig. Those sunnies add to the extra suave spy look.

Despite my semi-rage over the leg tailoring, Denzel Washington always looks so good.

George Clooney. The definition of a classy gentleman. (With a pretty lady to boot!)

Hugh Jackman proves the fact that Aussie men are the hottest around.

Bowties must be the new black, eh? Jon Hamm, you are always looking oh so dapper.

Newly single Bradley Cooper looking perfect as usual...

Worst:

Al Roker, please leave your plaid blazer for your day job. Okay, thanks.

Not sure if I'm digging this whole prom/vest look, Johnny Galecki.

If only this suit didn't make Jonah Hill look like a Secret Service man. In the wrong way...

Nice try, Jim Parsons. Although I love the fact that you're taking a risk with the double-breasted blazer and cutesy bowtie, leave the look for someone more fly a la Jay-Z.

Well, there you have it, folks. Golden Globes hit and misses for both the men and the women. I'd have to say, it was a great year in the book of Globes fashion. Can't wait for the next Awards show coming any day now!

P.S. Justin Timberlake can do no wrong in the studio. His new hit, "Suit and Tie", featuring Jay-Z, is pure gold. If you don't like it, you're plain wrong.

(All photo credit goes to People.com)