sweater: 3.1 Phillip Lim for Target
boots: Urban Outfitters
Alas, part duex of the Portland trip. Keeping it weird with the bipolar weather and some overt color and print on a rainy day. Can’t over express how badly I feel for not committing enough time on thelifestyling. It’s the holiday season madness. I hope everyone’s got their Christmas shopping almost in order and your lives are filled with holiday cheer! We don’t want no scrooges, haha.
Quick recap of our foodie Portland Adventure – basically ate our way through town; a bunch of amazing places, you can’t go wrong. Have to admit, my top three goes out to the highly yelp rated places below:
Blue Star Donuts (more complex flavor offering than Voodoo)
Screen Door (brunch)
Pok Pok (Thai)
Photography by Hung Fong
cut out top: ASTR (Nordstrom)
plaid blouse: Equipment (similar)
shoes: Urban Outfitters
clutch: vintage Dooney & Bourke
There’s been a lot of wind lately, and I’m not necessarily speaking to weather; there’s a lot of talk but no good action or a step to a right place going on in the news. You’ve guessed it. The shutdown continues and I encourage for you to take just a little bit of your time to keep updated with whatever you can. And dig, really dig… There’s always plenty of dirt when you start with a shovel and you will see there’s a lot you will find.
The good, the bad, and the ugly. Truth.
On a breezier note, leave it to me to have my hair a mess in the actual wind. Some girls, they look like a scene in Baywatch, others are like Pocahontas – Colors of the Winds, and then there’s me… beastly uproar mixed with a little of The Grudge. Luckily I had Tomas to capture the tamed, haha.
Tremendous thanks to the multi-faceted talent, that is Tomas, for taking these amazing shots.
Check out more of his work here at: LeftLane Photography
Trouve studded leather jacket (similar), Foreign Exchange dress, Lia Sophia necklace, Alexander Wang shoes
This is a post that encompasses a bit of my favorites: my Alexander Wangs (oldie but a goodie), my studded leather jacket (also another oldie. With both paired together, I can’t help feeling a little badass), and of course, my city. Attended an event held at the Fairmont hotel and the view of the city from the penthouse was spectacular! There’s just something about San Francisco; it should very well be further known as the ‘City of Love’. Speaking of, yay for love – same sex marriage passed and Pride just happened over the weekend; the town was painted with all the colors of the rainbow. We were even blessed with a sunset that transformed the sky into a massive rainbow taking over the world before night falls. Absolutely magical. I’ve lived in the city all my life and yet the views never grow old. Our skyline is gorgeous and maybe I’m a bit biased because there is really no other city like SF. That I can say with confidence.. Jeezy would say, “I put on for my city”.
H&M flower petal dress, Pacsun necklace, vintage Dooney & Bourke bag, Oscar de la Renta sunglasses, Chanel slingback heels
Nothing like starting a summer’s morning early with the sound of champagne bottle popping and uncorking some vino. The girls and I decided to keep it classy with a limo trip to Napa for some good old wine tasting. A perfect occasion to dust off this flower petal dress I bought a few years back for graduation. Even then, I still adore the petals and this will probably be the few things that I own that oozes femininity. A shift dress with thrills and frills especially in white may be a concern for some since none of those attribute to being figure flattering. So a quick and easy solve I like to do, is ‘waist’ it. I cinched the waist with an elastic band, you can easily use a skinny belt or have fun and use ribbon etc, just so I don’t look anymore boxier than my day to day. Threw my necessities into my usual vintage D&G cross-body and kept my pinkies up as I slipped into my beloved color-block Chanel’s.
Old Navy vest, Elizabeth & James lace up tank (similar), American Apparel bandeau, Steven Madden sandals, Vintage Dooney & Bourke bag
Am I allowed to hashtag late-post and sorry for the delay on here? Oh well, here it is: #latepost #sorryfornotpostinganythingsooner. Yes, I did the extremely long hashtag. They tend to be a pet peeve for some and hilarious for others. I personally view it as a mini challenge deciphering, especially when the letters jumbo and I completely misinterpret the words; it’s similar to the old lady vs young lady illusion. Remember when it was only called the pound sign? Believe me when I say I was mind boggled when introduced the name, “hashtag”. In my silly mind, I thought, “So.. does that mean if you ever called a business and was prompted to ‘press pound’, it’ll now be … (I’m not even gonna finish my sentence because you can only guess where it’s going). Shut up, if you think it’s stupid and high five, if you agree because that seriously went through my mind, even if for a few seconds. Enough on the hash tagging craze.
Last week was busy busy and this was an outfit from a few weeks back. It’s so hard to just stop and smell the roses and when I do, I completely indulge and ‘lax out to the max. At this point, I’m still re-evaluating my time and figuring out a good balance. A part of that time, I’ve made a promise to make more time for this! So look forward to the posts upcoming; I have some super easy and helpful tips I can’t wait to share! May it pertain to food (yum), health (woohoo!), fashion (hello…) or just random rumbo-jumbo (might happen)! Stay tuned!
Photography by Stephen Trinh
Boss by Hugo Boss jacket (similar here), Cotton On baseball tee, Gap boyfriend jeans, Charles David gold stilettos, thrifted vintage D&B bag, Erica Anenberg double finger snake ring (here), thrifted elephant ring and belt, gold anklet from India
It’s the mesh of boy meets girl that I most adore. This androgynous form of dress has always stuck with me. A safe sure bet this stems from childhood admiration of artists such as Aaliyah and TLC sporting baggy pants while remaining positively alluring in every possible way. Still vivid in my brain, the memories of my high school attire consisting of (what I thought to be cute) baggy cargo pants, a studded skinny belt, baby tee or tank top, and a pair of kicks. Can I just say how thankful I am that tight cap-sleeved baby tees are no longer the only option of a t-shirt! Okay, I lied…there were other options but none that a teenager like myself could afford nor value investing money in. The past aside, like that coffee shop kind of love, the mixing of masculine vs feminine keeps things fresh. Every time I discover a way to incorporate the differences, the feeling is comparable to the joy that first sip of fresh coffee brings; well in my case, tea. This outfit pretty much sums up a handful of my staple faves; my cup of tea: baseball tees, boyfriend jeans, and a good pointy heel (I’ve come to believe my feet look funny in really round-toed shoes, haha).
Oh and Philz Mint Black Tea… amazing! I swear, their black tea is really strong because I was jittery all afternoon. Let’s hope I can still get a good nights rest.
Forever 21 suede jacket, American Apparel crop tank (here), H.I.P sheer polka dot top, Mango shorts, Oscar De La Renta sunglasses, thrifted shoes, vintage D&B bucketbag
Since I didn’t partake in the bay to breakers madness this year, to avoid the traffic, we decided to break away to another part of the bay – crossing the bridge. Just our luck, we arrive with post graduation gatherings when trying to find parking and seating for brunch in Berkeley. None the less, it was a gorgeous day out. So nice and sunny, hence me tucking in my sleeves in attempt to do what I call “city tanning” aka making do of getting as much sun exposure as possible! Non-stop food exploration from brunch to ice cream, to brewskis at the homie’s and grabbing hotdogs. I tried to bring the hippie meets modern everyday casual feel with me by rocking the red biker jacket with fringes all through the back and sleeves; it was a random F21 find and I love it. Plus, the leather-weaved flats that I thrifted years ago have such a down to earth look and unfortunately are slowly breaking apart. Oh, and excuse the wrinkly shorts.. I hate when that happens. Don’t you?