O Miami, what’s a poor fashionista to do?
Shopping as a broke college student (I neither have access to daddy’s plastic nor a trust fund) can be beyond heart-breaking. Shopping in Miami is killer! It’s not even like just Downtown or just “this” mall has the best shopping… it is literally every other street corner. Every time I set out to accomplish something important and see fashion merchandise, I’m gone. The mannequins beckon me, the racks become illuminated, drool starts dripping out of my mouth and I start to feel all hot and bothered inside. I swear, if I could, I’d buy out all those little shops/boutiques you see at Sunset and the Grove in one sitting. But I can’t, at least not yet, so I scrounge together my nickels and browse the sale-racks of those trendy knock-off type stores.






UM is the home of the endless summer. Only here will you see girls walking around in denim belts… I mean shorts.. any time of day, any time of year. Apparently, little ripped fragments of fabric is the perfect way to flaunt those mile-long, tanned leg we work so hard to maintain. But hey, why complain? My eyes are pleased. Note: girls over 115 lbs. usually won’t be caught twice rockin’ the Daisy Dukes.