sand between my toes. no shoes. no socks. only need a cardigan, not a coat. sharing umbrellas. cherry blossoms. picnics. strolling in central park.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
hearts littered the sidewalks in soho this past weekend.
Prada, and my beautiful chandelier heels below
Celine S2010 rtw
Chanel S2010 rtw
Miu Miu Clogs. The one that started it all.
I don't know what is going on this spring, but the ugly chunky clog and its equally ugly sister, the wedge, is making some sort of come back...and I like it.
It's just one of those inexplicable things; you don't know why, but you love it, and you care not to question. Either that or those at the CFDA have me brainwashed and suckered into their every trend.
images via style.com and fashiontoast
Friday, February 12, 2010
Life moves too fast for me at times that I desperately need to pull on the brakes. Time for a vacation, I say. Heading off to New York tomorrow for a 3-day Valentine weekend.
The fundraiser is going well. Ticket sales are up, but what frustrates me is procrastination. Why is it human nature to wait till the last minute? Why? The only time we have is now.
Misikko, one of my sponsors of this blog is donating 4 pink flat iron (worth about $195 each) to my event. The generosity of others continue to astound me. Maybe it's because I expect nothing.
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend and get the time to do what (/who) you love.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Did you catch Sophia Coppola's little joke in the film? I almost didn't because I was so mesmerized by all the custom-made Manolo's.
This been a sweet weekend, surrounded by white powdery snow. I'm off to make red velvet cupcakes.
Next week is Valentines Day. And I've never looked forward to it more.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
A few hours ago, before we shoveled it all.
Don't let this picture fool you, I was standing on a slope. We had up to 3 foot of snow.
I'm going to close my eyes and pretend to be here instead:
What to do on snow days:
-Bake cupcakes - unfortunately, I have everything else but the cake mix!
-Catch up on reading
-Build an igloo
-Snuggle up in bed in something lacy and a cup of tea
-Soak in the tub
-Watch endless movies (I have I love New York, the Box, Jennifer's Body, and Valentino, the Last Emperor waiting for me)
-Organize my closet (might take more than a day)
-Write an actual letter
-Work out (most likely not)
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Friday, February 5, 2010
I once wrote somewhere that my favorite types of movies are the heartbreaking ones... And they scare me so much I'm almost afraid to finish them. It's like they are going to tell me what I don't want to hear, but knew all along.
For the last hour I've been watching Jules et Jim, and--I find myself saying this about every movie that moves me--it's so honest. Honest to the human monotony that settles out of comfort and love and disdain for the ordinary.
Last weekend, we went to a bar in the Lower East Side. A single TV screen hung in the corner above its liquor shelves. It was on mute, but the captions were on. What caught my eyes was that it was in black and white, and the woman uttered the words "Don't cause pain, Jim" right at the moment that I looked up. And I was captivated. I googled the lines and found Jules et Jim. You can watch it here.
The French make such extraordinary films. They don't sugar coat or try to paint a rosy picture like most American film of the same era. This movie is beautiful because it is honest, and dirty, and doesn't lie to me. So much so that I almost cannot handle how it presents the world to me, so unfiltered.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
My apologies for the poor quality of the photos. I need a new blackberry. Got these babies this past weekend in New York. It's faux snakeskin and magenta. Flamboyantly loud, like me. Sometimes.
Only on the weekends.
*edit. i got these at the Zara in new york
i'm a girly girl at heart. and blumarine appeals to my lace, sheer everything, bows and ribbon, bodice wearing self. No one expresses the femininity that is us hopeless romantics as well as Blumarine (OK, Dolce and Gabbana was pretty dead-on, too). But what I like best is the Blumarine girl still keeps her ferocity. She doesn't resemble a delicate flower, so thin a breeze might blow her away.
This spring they went a little hippie on me. But after seeing their collection, I realized a little tie-dye never hurt anyone, especially when it's bright pastel and not hideously mismatched dark colors.
I'm so happy colors are back, though it does feel like every spring, hues make a resurgence as if to remind us of sunnier days ahead, and forget about dreary dark winter for a moment. Hence why fashion is always a season ahead; it constantly lives in the future and we are futilely trying to catch up to it. By the time spring arrives, it is already anticipating summer.
Anyways, my original point was that I am going to Coachella this year and ideally, this is exactly how I would want to be dressed that weekend. Dreams.
I was addicted to this show. It resonates with me because I am a firm believer in dressing your best, and clothes as an extension of who you are. Another form of self expression. I'm all about self expression. I have a blog. With sometimes too much information.
Anyways, Stacy London, one of the host of this show recently stated on NPR:
But what's most important is that the way people present themselves to the world I think really is a symptom, right, and when they're not doing their best, when they're not utilizing their potential, that usually says there's something bigger and deeper going on.So when we criticize people for the way that they're dressing, the way that they're presenting themselves, it can be very emotional because it's difficult to sort of discern the difference between, you know, being critical about the way you look and critical about who you are, and we always try to make that distinction.
I couldn't agree more. Hear the interview here.
Monday, February 1, 2010
I don't know about you, but when I was a child, you had to go to the store to buy the clothes. And if the store was not in the same state, well you had to call them to see if they had it and if they could ship it to you... otherwise, TOO BAD.
OK, fine. When I was a child I didn't do much of my own shopping, my mother did that. And my choices were fairly limited to Macy's, Gap Kids and the likes.
But today, you can shop such coveted brands like Alexander Wang in the comfort of your own pajamas or naked, whatever you prefer from the internet. Magical internet. Click here to start spending.
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