I have Peter Pan Syndrome. It's official.
I grew up wanting to be an adult for as long as I can remember. I have always been a pretty bloodthirsty and competitive individual and truthfully, not much has changed over the years. I took the most rigorous classes when I was in school and I strived to produce the most outstanding results. I was always the overachiever. I even was a top-notch concert pianist; but that's not something to brag about since I am half-Asian and we all know that Asians are naturally better at classical music and math. My professional vocations started about ten years younger than everyone else my age, which then equated to me being twenty years ahead of everyone else my age. Most people couldn't keep up with me since while they were hanging out with friends and doing what normal kids my age did, I was coming up with a new idea, designing a new product or building a new company. Usually at night, I would stay up past by designated bedtime and sew a dress that I wanted to wear the next day or paint something that I had seen in my daydreams, then without notice, be completely over it, decide to sell it and exploit someone out of a few thousand dollars, which I would then use at a later date to build something else. This process was constantly on repeat mode for years. Going to college in Manhattan, you would think that I would have ended up at Provocateur popping bottles and dancing until 4am, but instead, I would sit at home on my computer creating a financial model or teaching myself how to code Magento.
Throughout school, I couldn't wait to be done, so I continuously worked throughout my entire education to gain as much experience as possible, so that I would be able to crush it once I graduated. Nothing and no one was getting in my way. I gained so many incredible mentors during this time that have totally helped shape my career. Andrew, Lawrence, Jerry... I'm not even sure the of words that I could say that would show my appreciation for what they have taught me over the years. During the 25th hour of my undergrad, I remember skipping out on classes to meet investors, charming my professors into not failing me for missing those classes and gallivanting to and from class wearing Ann Demeulemeester, Rick Owens and Chanel, waving peace signs with my voice echoing "안녕하세요" to my Korean friends/ fan club in the hallway.
Oh yes, life was swell and it all went by so, so, so fast. My friend Kevin did it right. Junior year in college he decided that he wanted to be normal, so he joined a Fraternity. I was suspicious at first, but it ended up changing him for the better and he ended up enjoying the last two years in school. I remember visiting Kevin and his new found love for socializing with the masses at The University of Maryland one weekend. He was in the middle of pledging and as he walks into the frat house, Kevin sees one of the guys reading a magazine (GUESS WHOSE FACE IS ON THE COVER) and tells the guy that he has THAT girl in his apartment right now, comes and picks me up (makes fun of my chic strapless black jumpsuit, which I know was Dolce and Gabbana and forces me to change into a paisley semi-normal dress, which I think was Tory Burch) and then we go to a bar and I watch Kevin play this thing called "beer-pong" something that I had not ever heard of prior to that moment. Now I wouldn't trade or change my life for anything, as I have had the most incredible experiences, but now that I think about it, I really don't want to grow up; I think it's sort of fun to pretend like I am still a kid and maybe even participate in beer pong. Realistically though, it's probably not me and my phase of Peter Pan Syndrome will last upwards of 24-hours; enough time for me to get halfway around the globe and realize that my life rules the way it is and people would probably kill to be able to jump on a plane last minute and end up in another country, usually at an Aman Resort drinking a Shirley Temple, but occasionally in the third-world working on sustainability projects.
Onto adult life conversation, I am currently obsessed with software and as it seems, so is the rest of the world. As software is refreshingly relevant in todays news, my friend Carter recently wrote an article* for Departures where he quotes Venture Capitalist Marc Andreessen saying that software is eating the world and in all honesty, Mr. Andreessen is totally right. What does the future of technology look like to me? It's fluffy, holds the utility model and as consumption here and now; it's called the cloud. For years now, I have been immersed in the tech scene and I have sat back and watched it take shape. This is progress and it's a freaking rocket-ship and I have jumped on for the ride.
Lately, I have been pondering about what I want my look for fall to be and I've come to the conclusion that it will consist of variations of a proper school girl to fuel my Peter Pan Syndrome. I've been ransacking my old high school wardrobe lately and have found so many dope pleated skirts. I'll have a constant supply of school girl chic for the next few months, which totally begs the question if I am allowed to dress up like a school girl if I am no longer in school... but, I'm never one to color in the lines, so why do I care?
Coco wears a The Row Long-Sleeve Tee (gifted to me by my DARLING friend Sabrina), Valentino Pleated Skirt, Chanel Ankle Booties, Max Mara Beaded Necklace, Hat from that little hat shop on Houston Street and my Italian bag from high school.
*Completely random that I was reading this wonderfully written article this weekend that spoke about Marc Andreeseen and Ray Kruzweil in the first paragraph. Imagine my face please when I realized it was written by my friend Carter.
I have Peter Pan Syndrome. It's official.