adorkable hen

lovable loser


Boy meets boy.

Sitting in concrete treehouses. Eclipsed by blossoming magnolia. All the stars had fallen into his eyes. Mesmerizing. Meteor-esque, darting amber globes fill the space. Gently untangling shoe laces. Furrowed brows and anxious smiles. Words failing. Hearts pounding. Butterflies overflowing. Unsteady hands interlocking. Diapered fairies impatiently strike with toothpick crossbows. The chemicals stockpile. Pulsating through my veins. Inaudible whispers. Hormonally-charged. Strawberry-stained lips. Bubblegum tongue. Delicate teenage flesh. Intertwined.

Floating homes. Underground skyscrapers. Pathologically-organized aquariums. Glossy glass panels. Disposable nano devices. Virtual realities. Automated butlers and outer-space jet packs.  Nap time loopholes and wall projector re-runs. Solar-puffed quinoa and zero-calorie butter. Photoshopping palm trees into holographic polaroids. Wandering around the endless artificial maze. Sunshine-starved, deliciously-sweaty central park runner. Drench me in your scent. Playing strip Mario Kart. Squirt-gunning top-shelf into peppermint mouths. Nude beach watercoloring. Swathed in banana sun cream. Sweltering under straw canopies. Samurai sliced coconuts. Coral reef diving into rainbow goldfish. Floral-shaped gelato melting down to your fingers. Sticky neapolitan kisses. Glowing carousels. Kaleidoscope nights.

Shirt: Scotch & Soda

Pants: Club Monaco

Shoes: Comme des Garçons

Sunglasses: Blanc & Eclare

Photography: Joshua Avon

comfy creature


Sunlight fell through the foreign green, radiating warm fractals as they nestled atop my skin. Racing golf karts to the edge of the cliff. Topaz blues calling my name. Begging. Pulling me in. Plunging deliriously. Restless sharks and devious jellyfish. Imaginary pressure. Dreamy figments plague underwater adventures. Timid waves brush up against glass bungalows overlooking fluorescent city lights. Pillow forts made out of goose feathers. Bundled-up like cinnamon rolls, oozing a sticky sweet, billowing with spiced steam. Parachuting into sherbet colored skies. Hopping down on clouds of fairy floss. Teleporting to coffee shops. Intravenous expresso shots. Spiraling into a perpetual state of caffeination.

Hello, Stranger. Tasteful winks and sexy smirks. Another cyberspace rendezvous. Well-bred yet untamed. Uncomfortably handsome. Pretty eyes and perfect jawline—minus the oversized ego. Control-freak tendencies and psychotic babble come out to play. Sober lies and awkward silences. Handful of french fries. Fizzy swigs of Dom Pérignon. Wild stares, raging pheromones, (not-so-innocent) wandering hands, staggering breaths. Tipsy kisses. Can’t stop. Breaking bubbles. Sharing spaces. Drowning, overdosing on his oxygen. Just tonight. Devour me. Unravel. Memorize. Detonate.

Mid-afternoon yawns. Puzzle-shaped bodies. Cashmere cuddles. Penthouse views. Finding peace among the overcrowded and overrated. Japanese gardens full of bonsai trees. Brewing unsweetened tea. Cherry blossom petals floating in puddles of leftover rain. Paper lanterns fill the moody void with rosy love stories. New games. Curious desires. Teenage emotions.

Bomber Jacket: Vintage

Shirt: Vintage

Pants: Calvin Klein

Earmuffs: Moncler

Photography: Kayleen Jobeth

Sweater: Alexander Wang

Shirt: Club Monaco

Shorts: Club Monaco

Shoes: Acne Studios

Photography: Joshua Avon

gentle runaway


And before you know it, exams strike.

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP—the alarm clock goes off. It reads 6:30AM. I’ve never smashed the snooze button so fast in my entire life. Left inarguably-aggravated, perturbingly-aroused, and slightly-offended at my decision in setting the phone to max volume. Annoyed, but it worked. I’m up—kinda. Just can’t physically get out of bed. Marshmallow soft. Warm like hot cocoa (digs head into pillow). Heavy eyelids. So comfy. Won’t move. Then the alarm starts going off again. Louder than ever. Blaring. Crippling my thoughts. Assaulting my ears. A bitter rejuvenation. I’m awake now.

Damn. It’s early. Too early. Woke up mid-REM. Lingering in dreamland. Still fuzzy. Post-coffee, I realize I desperately need to finish studying. Cue the cathartic lies and self-deprecating humor. Nothing can save me now.

When I thought it couldn’t get any worse—with all the stress and distractions I forgot about the exam. Doors close in ten. Tick tock. I drop everything and run out the door. It’s dark and dreary. Stale and deserted. Fog-filled. Thick and eerie. A graveyard of undergraduates. Fashion terrorists. Just crawled out of their beds. Eyes bloodshot. Toothpaste and drool stains. Unresponsive. Barely alive. Emotionally-detached. Unhinged. Heavily-caffeinated and sleep-deprived. I’ll blend right in.

Cardigan: Club Monaco (similar here)

Shirt: Zara

Pants: Club Monaco

Shoes: Comme des Garçons (similar here)

Photographer: Sarah Y

pastel invasion


I. Love. Cotton Candy. Any size, anytime, anywhere. Sugar spun intricately into fluffy clouds, laced with an array of delicate hues, instantly melting on the tongue. It’s deliciously-irresistible. Now if you know me in real life, you’ll know my cravings are anything but normal. And because I deeply miss summer and absolutely despise the painful, perpetually-annoying blasts of wind indulging in target practice with my face—I’ve been suffering from a serious case of withdrawal. Luckily (for me), the city is creeping and crawling with sugar-inducing-coma gold mines.

In rebellion against winter’s frigid approach, I’ve channeled the sugary-sweet vibes into an outfit fit for color-enthusiasts and cooler temperatures. I personally adore color, especially pastels. There’s just something incredibly-charming about the softer, simmered-down versions. I honestly wear them all the time–regardless of the season. But that’s just me.On the gorgeous streets of soho, wearing soft pastel hues of pink and blueA close-up shot of my favorite pastel lookCotton candy and harajuku inspired, this look is playful and freshSweater: Ralph Lauren

Shirt: Alex Mill

Pants: Club Monaco

Shoes: Comme des Garçons (similar here)
As it gets colder, I like to introduce color into my wardrobe for some fun and spice. If color is not your thing, then I suggest incorporating smaller pieces into your outfitsColor may not be everyone's cup of tea, but by adding small touches of color to an outfit it really transforms a boring, basic outfit into something special.Crack out some of your spring and summer favorites and play around with them in your fall/winter wardrobe. Colors and light fabrics are wonderfulSweater: Club Monaco

Shirt: Ralph Lauren

Pants: Club Monaco

Scarf: Hermès (similar here)

Shoes: Comme des Garçons (similar here)

Photography: Selo Meqiku

hello adorkable


Autumn outfit inspiration and staying warmHello everyone! My name is Henry and welcome to Adorkable Hen. I am a (newly) 20-year-old fashion-obsessed, tea-drinking, food-loving, Jersey native. On my blog, you’ll find me struggling to pose in outfits and stuffing my face with just about anything sweet (or fattening).

image-11-29-16-at-12-10-am-1My love for fashion began as a child. I remember having so much fun playing around in my mom’s closet–trying anything and everything on. I ended up looking like a clothing monster with random jackets and accessories draped all over (if I can find a picture I’ll insert it). I guess it stuck with me. And now, my own personal style emulates that almost-silly (yet wearable), kid-like charm. A unique mixture of adorable and dorky. I hope this blog inspires you to live a little more creatively.

Urban vibes and clean, classic outfitsWith the city as my backdrop, I pulled together a reasonably-warm outfit for a milder autumn day. This denim, shearling-lined jacket is layerable and gives the look a slightly vintage feel. The super-soft cozy details pair perfectly with neutrals. I’m wearing a white button down with cream trousers and milky-canvas shoes with hearts on them (for something a bit cutesy).Light denim wash jacket and white button upsShearling Denim light-wash Jacket by Zara paired with comm des garçons shoesJacket: Zara (similar here + here)

Shirt: Club Monaco (similar here)

Pants: Banana Republic

Shoes: Comme des Garçons (similar here)

Photography: Kyle Studstill