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This has been one of the craziest months of my life. March is always a rough one since it's a clear sign that the year is in full swing and its time to get your shit together or else you will be left behind. We all have choices, to either be stuck in more of the same old same old or make a change and fly a little bit higher. In one of the most transformative life periods so far I am ready, ready for whatever the world holds.

The weather is slowly getting nicer and there is more daylight everyday. It all feels amazing. The gradual changes that we often don't stop to observe are happening. Summer nights will soon be upon us with a whole world of possibilities to explore. Stimulation will be ever present and the paths we could choose will be unlimited. If you are like me, you dream of spending these long summer days lost in the museum and gallery circuit wandering through new exhibits. And if you are like me, you have yet to make it to these dreams a reality. Excuses and responsibilties take over your mind and you realize you have to spend most of your days behind a desk. So for the hard working grounded human in us all, The Metropolitan Museum of Art has reinvented the museum-going experience: every Wednesday The Met brings the art from within the walls right to your screen with their new series 82nd & Fifth.

Yesterday was the first Spring day: a time to leap forward into new beginnings and shed all the crap we have both physically and metaphorically been holding on to for the last few months. The vitamin D was shining heavily, which was a nice break given the shitty weather we have been forced to deal with these last few days. In what was my first social experience outside of the office in about three weeks, I headed down to the Lower East Side with a photographer, a publicist, and a gaggle of foreigners. The foreigners I am referring to are Norwegian quintet Highasakite, whose debut EP, In and Out of Weeks, is the perfect accompaniment to the changing weather pattern. It's light and airy just like your clothes soon will be. Weaving in and out of the ever-changing neighborhood which has some remnants of the past intermixed amongst all the newness, band member Kristoffer Lo narrates the groups experience before gearing up to play Mercury Lounge later that evening.

We made it. It's Friday. I have been beaten this week, toyed with. The weather has gone up, it's gone down, it's cold, it's spring, oh wait, no pause... it's still winter. I honestly feel like I have been going through a car wash, but I'm stuck at the point where the oscillating brush things spin around the car and give it several good slaps before it emerges ready to dazzle the world.

Earlier this week we brought you back. Back to a time where grunge was the craze, flannel roamed the streets in hoards, and there was such a thing as plain fresh faced beauty. In an homage to the '90s, model Mila Miletic transported us back to the historic decade in this week's Beauty Junkie.

When I set out to watch Don't Stop Believin': Everyman's Journey, I wasn't entirely sure of the experience I was about to embark on. First off, I'll admit: I don't really know anything about Journey. Sure I know the hits—when I'm five beers deep and "Don't Stop Believing" comes on the sound system, watch out. But I was not aware of the true weight that this band carries as a piece of American Rock n' Roll history.

"As long as I’m being consistent with my own passion about how great I want this to be and how focused I want the music to be, and not be affected or worried about what the numbers are going to be like, I know this shit is gonna be real. It’s gonna last."

February is a month notorious for making an introvert of everyone. It may be the shortest month of the year, but thank God it's coming to a close. Change has been slapping me in the face lately and hibernation mode is certainly in full effect—collecting and storing knowledge to be prepared to navigate the roads that lie ahead. And turning to the past and where you have been always helps aid in doses of self reflection, so we sent Detroit-based band Jamaican Queens on their own quest to explore their roots and reflect.

It's finally National Margarita Day! Yes, we jumped the gun yesterday because we were that excited. And you know what's great with a margarita—except for everything? Chips and guacamole. They go hand in hand like apples and bananas, like peanut butter and jelly! So when the recipe for a "Guacarita" came across my inbox, I paused. I had myself too many margaritas the night before at Dallas BBQ—yes, they were Texas-sized—so my brain was in pain. I didn't know whether to barf or run home and make one of these tequila avocado drinks, because a little hair of the dog never hurts.

Love. Love is in the air. Love is everywhere. Love can be interpreted in countless different ways. Which is exactly why we asked some of our favorite photographers to contribute an image that represents love to them. Click through the gallery to see what they came up with. Ya might love it!