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
top: Uniqlo (Men’s)
jeans: vintage D&G
booties: Nine West
sunglasses: Michael Kors (similar)
Faux vs Real fur. Such a touchy subject, fur real (pun intended). Controversial without a perfect solution that wouldn’t offend either sides of this argument. One will argue even faking the idea of fur is condoning the idea of wearing an animal. I get it, I love animals and I believe that they should be treated fairly. Sadly, I will admit that I do fancy the luxuriousness of fur. I’m going to share with you some factors for consideration so you can draw your own conclusion about fur:
Faux fur – Allows similar look and feel for the fraction of the price and it’s animal friendly. This is don as the ‘greener’ option but personally, it is not considered a fully environmentally-friendly option. Faux fur is made of synthetic fibers so once it’s disposed, it will be but another non-biodegradable object in landfill. Also, many times faux fur is made of acrylic, which is carcinogenic for factory workers who work with this chemical in high heat, but we shall save that discussion for another day. Ultimately, it has been found that fake fur IS at least a few times better for the environment than buying real fur because the treatments and processes done to preserve actual fur are not necessary for fake fur.
Real fur – ‘The real deal’. I do own real fur; However, I will not buy ‘new’ fur. I refer to ‘new’ fur as fresh kill (sorry to be so graphic), available in stores. You are this animal’s first owner. That is a lot of commitment and responsibility; are you going to love that piece for the rest of your life?! View it as buying a pet, don’t stop loving it once it’s not ‘in season’ anymore. Personally, my moral way of purchasing real fur is thrifting. It’s like adopting your fur piece before it is unloved and sent to the landfill graveyard. This piece is now abandoned with a second chance to find a new owner who will care for it, the animal(s) lost it’s life, and you want real fur.
Sending you off with some food for thought and a little Miley face!
Photos by Tomas. Check out more of his work here at: LeftLane Photography
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
bralette: Honeydew ‘Camellia‘
shorts: H&M (old)
shoes: Nike dunks
backpack: from Mexico
Sunday was a blend of throwback bliss; I met up with some old friends to picnic in the park, and dance to good tunes. Not to mention most of this outfit was thrown together with circa 07-08 in mind. Speaking about fashion collection dates, a funny conversation sprouted. If I could rock a rainbow of Celine purses, I’d probably drop that cash in a heartbeat; However, reality is, my life is like Lorde – Royals. I’m happy with what I got, even if it’s not a lot. So most of my outfits aren’t gonna consist of the new-new, but they are a reflection of me and what I make of all my clothes thrifted or bought on sale! Baller on a Budget, I’ll say it loud and proud! If you can relate, shout it out loud with me!
Now reverting back to the concert, Now and Zen brought back flashes of nostalgia. Not gonna lie… Goo Goo Dolls – Iris was my song, along with everyone else I’m sure. One Republic killed it with the mash ups of Same Love and Gold Digger. I love a melting pot of… Well, everything: music genres, high-low priced fashion, diversity, culture, you name it. Think of it this way; we’re all living the same struggles on this earth so to open your eyes and see beyond just what you want to see, and notice like the movie Crash, we are all connected and as a whole, it is beautiful.
Thanks to Hung Fong, for her awesome photography.
A composition of what made my week.
Sundays are my fun days; their my favorite days along with Fridays and Saturdays. I assume that goes the same for most people. To do it right, I ended last week by going on a pretty yet long hike to then stroll around Berkeley for lots, I mean lots, of bites with my friend. Nothing like ending a good workout with gourmet potato puffs and white truffle fries at Gregoire. SRSLY. It didn’t stop there because it’s only proper to wash it down with some Philz Coffee. We then sat down at this cute sushi spot, Joshu-ya, and filled our bellies with yummy tuna and salmon rolls, uni, and ama-ebi! Wait, one can’t simply forget about dessert. I can’t even describe how much I loved Ici’s handmade organic scoops of heaven, I mean, sorbets. Excuse me while I wipe the drool off my keyboard and mention that the harvest moon was sitting full, big, and low this week. What a lovely site while jogging to dinner mid-week that I had to snap a shot. Is it just me or whenever I think these tall electrical wires, this song pops up in my head, “Through the fire, through whatever come what may. For a chance at loving you, I’d take it all away. Right down through the wire, even through the fire”. Okay, signing off with the throwback Kanye before I start rambling even more.