Thursday, January 29, 2009

catchy eyebrows

I've just spent the past ten minutes watching this commercial over and over again. It's got to be one of the best things I've seen this year... next to the Alexander Wang black mesh dress, of course.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

My job stifles a lot of my wardrobe's potential creativity. Sometimes, I hate waking up in the morning because I hate what I have to wear. It's worse than having to wear a uniform. At least with a uniform, you can buy 1 and wear it everyday.

What's your default outfit? Mine's a white shirt with a black skirt. (How boring.)

credits: google images

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

supermarket sweep

I hope everyone had a good Chinese New Year. I don't celebrate the holiday, but I did have a lot of fun looking up my horoscope for 2009. I'm an Ox myself (and so is President Obama), so hopefully this will be a good year. (Because 2008 was a STRUGGLE.)

I met up with the girls from Asian Cajuns on Sunday for brunch. They are super, super sweet, and you should definitely read their blog if you haven't already. (Also, this may be your one and only chance to see what my face looks like... without the sunglasses.) We had a nice discussion about fellow bloggers (we mostly said nice things - don't worry) and fashion in the ATL.

I love playing Supermarket Sweep, although I mostly play it at Target's One Spot. But if my fairy godmother were to grant my Supermarket Sweep wishes at Net-A-Porter, this is what my cart might look like...

Clockwise from top: Balmain Leather Vest, Chloe Suede Wedges, Roberto Cavalli belt, Preen 'Cordula' lace-up dress, Giuseppe Zanotti sandals, Carrera Jet Avaiator Sunglasses, Preen Tailored Pants

Total: $11,495

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

out of the water

During my first semester of college, I ran out of bras + panties at the most inopportune time: in the middle of finals week. By the time I got downstairs of my dorm to run the laundry, I realized that everyone else in my 10 floor building decided to wash their clothes at the exact same time. Desperate times called for desperate measures. I dug through my wardrobe and wore swimsuits for the rest of the week.

So when I saw the swimsuit in the Alexander McQueen for Target collection, I knew that I was going to have to find a way to get more use out of it than just at the beach.

I came up with two options.
  1. This sheer lace dress by With Hearts in My Eyes from Bona Drag. It would take a lot of balls to walk down the street wearing just the bathing suit underneath. But if that's too much, you could always wear leggings or tights underneath. It could also double up as a cover up on the beach.
  2. For the faint of heart (or less daring), having the top peek out from underneath this Alexander Wang tank would be great, too. Just enough sexy and just enough cover up to avoid sheer horror running into your dad's golf partner at the grocery store.

credits: nitrolicious, bona drag, eluxury

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

sometimes i wish i were in japan

I've managed to tear myself away from the book that's ruining my life long enough to dig up these pics from the new mastermind Japan collection. I'm 100% sure this is only going to be available in Japan, and 90% sure that all the pieces are going to run pretty deep. But isn't it all so lovely? I want this model to be my boyfriend... so I can steal all his clothes and rock the shit out of them.

I swear this is the last time I'll mention it, but the clothing descriptions in these Twilight books are seriously disturbing me. I mean, honestly??? Red leather pants and a blue sequin top is your ideal look for a party? (This is what Stephanie Meyer had Alice wear for the graduation party.) I was torn between being horrified and wanting to throw up.

source: hypebeast

Monday, January 19, 2009

kif'n'dir - que vais je faire?

Twilight is ruining my life. I'm so ashamed to admit that I'm reading such utter rubbish. My B.A. in English doth protest greatly. But more than the fact that I'm reading it, I'm really disturbed by how many questions I have about the relationship between humans and vampires. Like, how is it possible for him to have reproductive powers (aka, semen) when he doesn't have any other body fluid? And what about when Bella's monthly visitor comes? Does not bother any of them? My friends tell me I'm thinking too much and that it's a teen series. Teens are not idiots. I'm sure somebody else had the same questions as I do.

Currently chugging my way through the third one. I'm hoping to finish it sometime tonight, so please don't share any spoilers!

P.S. We're getting a new president in a little more than 12 hours! ZOMG! So jealous of the Asian Cajuns who are in D.C. now!!

top. H&M. dress. Sisley. sweater. Zara. boots. Dolce Vita.

Friday, January 16, 2009

running through the hills of ireland

Apologies for the past few days. I contracted a fever from our erratic weather and collapsed into bed for two whole days. During my Nyquil induced hallucination, I spent a good portion of my dream time as an Irish girl named Sinead who was running from the British during the Irish revolution. My friends Damien, Paddy, and Mihael (sp?) accompanied me through the rolling, green hills of Ireland. I can't say that I wasn't slightly disappointed when I woke up to be in a house in suburbia.

That's probably my first memorable dream of '09. What's yours?

(I loveeeeee trying to interpret other people's dreams. If you leave your dream description here, I promise I will give you my interpretation!!)

white dress.Korean street market. grey dress. Alexander Wang. sweater. H&M. striped tights. Sonia Rykiel. shoes. H&M.

Monday, January 12, 2009

it's written in my stars

I spent a good portion of last night reading my horoscope on (It was rather long.) It said that I'm supposed to meet some hot menz in the first week of January. Uhhh, hello? I haven't even scraped across a beat up version of Prince Charming yet. Well, I'm still holding out hope. Maybe he will drive by in his white Mustang, which will break down promptly in front of me (because we all know Fords make shitty cars), and I will impress him with my big ass H&M fur coat.

... at least a girl can dream, right?

But seriously, has a horoscope ever worked out for you? Because I'm totally convinced that romantically, horoscopes are a bust.

dress. Diesel. sweater. Zara. shoes. AMcQueen for Puma. scarf. A. Wang. bag. Surface 2 Air.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

dance all night and smoke ciggies like agyness deyn

I'm a bit tired today. I've been sitting here trying to think of a witty write up, but nothing has come to mind. I'm really tired of meeting finance/office/company people. I can't think of anything more boring than to talk about work. No, I'm not impressed that you work in the M&A sector of some lame ass firm because my tax money is paying for your bonus, bitch. Now, fuck off.

Have you ever stared at someone because they had something on their face or because they were definitely in the top ten weirdest looking people you've ever seen? And then they think that they're hitting on you because you're staring at them? I hate it when that happens. It's so awkward to tell someone that you're staring at them because of the mole with hairs growing out of it on the side of their face and NOT because you think they're attractive.

top. fcuk. vest. zara. pants. h&m.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

who ordered the nut brown crown?!?!

A summary of the last night:

dinner at Mezcalito's (mmm, fish tacos) >> nut brown crown from Zesto's >> ninjawear >> baby v(odka) >> Rev. Alicia

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

i love this record baby but can't see straight anymore

A common conversation:

person: So how was spending new year's in PAAARRRISSS? (emphasis on "Paris")
me: ...... they had an open bar. I don't really remember that much.

I wish I could warn this picture of me of the debauchery that was to come, and also not to end up going to Le Back Up, which has to be one of the most bootleg clubs I've ever been to in my entire life. And believe me, I've been to a lot of bootleg clubs.

dress. vintage. ring. surface 2 air. necklaces. gifts from my mom.

Monday, January 5, 2009

just dance

I'm back from Paris. More on that later.

As for now, I'm obsessed with tecktonik. As a girl from da A who grew up dancing like a stripper, this is really weird & new. And it fascinates the bee-jesus out of me. I've just spent the better part of the last hour watching homemade videos of people dancing with their arms swinging. (In da A, it's all about keeping your arms as close to your body as possible... unless they're around the neck of a rapping baller with 10G's worth of jewelry around his neck.)

My only question is: doesn't this type of dancing kinda prevent you from dancing with (or near) someone else? I just feel like my hand would eventually meet someone else's head with all the swinging action.