All posts filed under: Renegades

Wear whatever you want.

This holiday season I bopped merrily and brightly into a party wearing a long red dress. The mood was loud and light as friends and family snacked and sipped their drinks. Coat still on and presents still in hand, I exchanged Merry Christmases and one arm hugged each person sitting around the kitchen island. A man whom I hadn’t seen in months stood to greet me. He embraced me warmly, the way old friends do. This was immediately followed by a comment on my outfit. “You need to put a slip on.” For context, my dress was not see-through. For clarity, this justification is not necessary. My face turned red. I’ve been known to have a sharp tongue with a lightning fast response time. A SLIP? Oh. You mean the garment invented in the 1940s to make sure women covered their legs appropriately? I’ll get right on that. So in these situations, I try to find a moment of pause to assess the intention before reacting. I wasn’t willing to chalk this up to whether …

Introducing The Renegade Rulebook!

What’s UP my people? Here we are, a year and a half after my departure from Findingravity. You may have noticed I’ve undergone a rebrand. We’ve pretty much done an HGTV style home renovation. We’ve knocked all the walls down to open up the room and let a little light in. (Holler at Bobbi who runs Ready To Blog. She’s a boss lady / design wizard with herculean patience. She handled it extremely well when I used words like “vintage-y”.) In short: I’m beyond excited to announce the launch of my new passion project, The Renegade Rulebook. The Renegade Rulebook is a no bullshit approach to living a life that makes YOU proud. There’s no formula, or sexy listicle, or downloadable e-book here. Not yet anyway. I’m not going to tell you what to do, or how to do it. I’m just here to openly share how I’m going about this wildly unpredictable life through a series of interviews, personal essays, career learnings, creative projects, and beyond. I’ll also be working with some amazing humans across …

Hang tight, Renegades.

HEY BLOGOSPHERE! Remember moi? I’m working on something totally badass for you all, so just hang tight a little longer, because I have NOT forgotten about the sweet love we once shared. I’m not going to say too much, but I will let you know that I’ve been deliriously hunched over my computer late into the night and early into the morning buttoning this badgal up. So buckle your safety belts and hold onto the handlebars. Just kidding, lift your hands way up in the air and scream. The ride’s more fun that way. In the meantime,  do me a solid and drop a note to let me know you haven’t all flatlined on  me. You can also find me in Instagram and Twitter, if you feel like checking out what I’ve been up to. Let’s rendezvous soon, shall we? Carley. xoxo

A Dedicated Minimalist

The first time Emma Kepley and I met for coffee and pastries at a small cafe called Bakeri in the heart of Williamsburg, Brooklyn, it was a kindred spirit vibe that reassured me she’d be able to show the growth I’ve experienced in the last two years of my life, with just the few clicks of a button. (Okay, and some minor direction, girlfriend had to coach me through the first four of five frames). Still, I haven’t been photographed since I was 19-years-old while helping my good friend, Linsey, build up her photography portfolio. Those photographs were filled with bright paint splatter, sunflowers, and driftwood drenched beaches, hopping from location to location, and often from season to season.   I’m on the cusp of my two year anniversary in New York, and however long I decide to stay here, I wanted to document this very point in my life. The evolution from a sprightly college student hoping to take over the entire world, to the always confident, often caffeinated, sometimes narcoleptic, globe-trotting, city-dwelling, hard …