the spring lookbook pt. 2/5

The townspeople would point and whisper to their children, "That's what happens when you follow your dreams." She locked herself in her house, ignoring anyone who came to her door. She spent her days locked inside the world that existed in her mind, where flowers grew in the sky and music played endlessly on a gigantic gramophone. Until one day, they broke down her door and dragged her away...





mesh embossed dress, Alexander Wang; studded shoes, Japanese street market.

the spring lookbook pt. 1/5

On her first trip to the Big City, she was enthralled by the crowds of people. She cared less about the historical points, Paul Bunyan and George Washington and Rockefeller-blah-blah, flowed into her mouth and out her nostrils like the smoky haze in some no-name dive bar. The lights seemed to shine brighter, harder, faster, longer than anywhere else in the world. "I can't imagine living anywhere else." The words escaped her mouth with ease as she convinced herself that this was where she needed to be.

Been feeling a bit nostalgic this week and composed a playlist made up of '90s alternative rock. I don't think Fuel was big outside of Atlanta, but "Shimmer" was the anthem of middle school. Of course we can't forget staples like anything from Nirvana's "Nevermind," Radiohead's "Creep," and the staple of Oasis' "Wonderwall."

I miss hot mess Courtney Love. All you need now is some smeared, bright red lipstick.

Items in this set:
Meadow Peplum Tunic, $80
Clogs for Spring: yes/no « Rock The Trend, $900+
Diego leather bucket bag, $825
STRIPES CUBAN HEEL AND BACKSEAM THIGH HIGHS @ Amiclubwear hosiery..., $2.99
ELLE Lace Corset Garter Belt, $14

Now that I have a domain name, I feel pressured to create content of substance. I enlisted a little help from my friend, who put up with an afternoon of me playing dress up for spring. The following was shot using a lomography lens.





dress. Anna Sui. hat. Japanese street market.

Photos from the weekend...

1. vintage Gucci bag & camera bag sitting while waiting for our table at West Egg Cafe.
2. Pencey lace crop top
3. postcard from Maria - found under the refrigerator while cleaning
4. my favorite cross necklace
5. my vanity is a mess

I pulled these images from a Korean magazine ages ago. It might have been Vogue Korea, since it's an editorial that's completely original, using Korean models. I love the poofy hair. Does anybody know how to get this effect without perming your hair? It's so Anne of Avonlea.

locked in a room that is nothing but walls

from "New York, I Love You"

Few changes.

The title "Want Beer With That" began as a title holder until I decided whether or not I wanted to take the plunge to run with www.kittenmasks.com.

I'm pretty sure a lot of people were really confused as to why I gave my blog that title when my blog has little to nothing to do with beer.

I took the plunge. I'm now linked to The Teenagers forever.

But don't get it twisted. I have no plans to take this seriously - no advertising, no blog business cards, no taking bashing seriously (yes, my face is wonky & my chin is sharp, but at least my teeth are straight - thanks, Dr. Womble). In fact, I may decide to be snarkier than ever and finally implement my long stemmed idea of "Shitty Blog of the Week" crowns. The blogging world takes themselves too seriously these days.

If you're looking for "serious" fashion blogs, there's a list of them under the page "friends & more." Take your pick.

now i pray that somebody will quickly come and kidnap me

I feel like I've spent a great majority of my 20s (thus far) sitting at a table with other 20-somethings, discussing our quarter-life crises. The topics are always the same - fear of being unfulfilled, fear of failure, fear of never discovering anything significant about yourself. But the older and more cynical we become, the more interesting this conversation gets. I don't know if I'll ever tire of having this same conversation, especially over potent food & cheap beer.

Before J-YOO departs to the motherland for another godforsaken year in a country with bizarre ethics, we spent an evening boozing and schmoozing at Shoya, Atlanta's first real izakaya. Located near the now defunct GM factory, there's no better place to bomb yourself away. Okonomiyaki, kushiyaki, sashimi, sushi, bi-ru... I wish life was always this good.

P.S. This is not a food blog. I do not care to explain anything about the food I'm eating, nor will I make pretentious statements about a restaurant's atmosphere, clientele, wait staff, etc. If you're searching for any of that, I suggest you direct your browser to Yelp.








coat. H&M. shoes. Pour La Victoire. bag. vintage Gucci.

love goes cold in the shades of doubt

Shopbop's latest editorial makes me want to run around this town half-naked and not give a flying fuck. Love everything about this: the way it's shot, the clothes, the styling (esp. the accessories). I've stopped being amazed at their "Trends" lookbooks because they've been so spectacular for the past few months. They've come a long way from selling Frankie B. low rise jeans & Juicy Couture label whore wear.







from Shopbop.com "Delicate Matters"