if i had to choose her or the sun i'd be one nocturnal son of a gun

Went to Octane for my weekly Illy coffee fix. I always get the soy cafe latte there. Sometimes the barista makes pretty designs. (I didn't get one yesterday; I'm challenging you to make me something pretty the next time I'm there, man-with-the-DIY-tiedye-shirt.)

Dreary weather calls for dressing like a hobo. Except you have to luxe it up with fur, otherwise people are going to mistake you for a real one and throw pennies in your $4 latte.




dress. James Perse. shirt. Ralph Lauren. sweater. Uniqlo. leather jacket. Zara. fur vest. Aqua. platforms. Pour la Victoire. bag. Diesel.

in the daylight anywhere feels like home

Ever since I saw "The Motorcycle Diaries" starring Gael Garcia Bernal, I've been obsessed with mate. I've also been obsessed with Gael Garcia Bernal and have seen nearly all of the movies he's ever made. (Note: "Rudo Y Cursi" is not award winning material. Snore.)

But back to the mate, it's perfect for grey days such as today and calls for curling up on the couch with a great book. Try "Possession" by A.S. Byatt. Any book that takes place in Oxford has me sold.








top. vintage. vest. Aqua. pants. Topshop. socks. ???. shoes. Miss Sixty.

happiness hit her like a train on a track

So glad that the first decade of the 2000's is over. 2005 was pretty awesome, but the rest of it was extremely forgettable. Instead of doing resolutions (because I refuse to give up smoking, drinking, swearing, and rampant spending even if you put a gun to my head), I've decided to stick with yearlong goals. I have a year to learn how to drive a stick, speak decent French, and master Photoshop. Have you broken your resolution or are you succeeding at making 2010 the beginning of a new you?

I make messes on my rug. My favorite part of the day is turning my bag upside down and spilling its content all over the floor. Netflix DVDs, packages from the mail, dresses I've stuffed into my bag for the weekend... BLOOP.




jacket. Zara. dress. Rodarte for Target. shoes. Jeffrey Campbell. bag. Diesel.

remember when 21 years was old???

If you've been following me on Twitter, you'll know that I've spent the last few days of 2009 in Orlando, celebrating the last of this godforsaken decade at the happiest place on Earth (or so Disney claims). A significant amount of memories were made on this trip, including but not restricting the fact that at some point I was running around the suburbs of Orlando and ended up at the door of a psychic who told me that I was going to be married in the next six years to a man whose name starts with an "R." I don't know anybody whose name starts with an R, which means that from now until the next 6 years, I'm going to flip out whenever I meet a man named R---.

But beyond all that, the highlight of the trip had to be watching a 3 year-old boy throw a tantrum in the middle of a bathroom at Magic Kingdom because he didn't get to flush the toilet. It was disgusting and hilarious to watch him plop down in the middle of a pile of discarded toilet paper.

he ate my heart and then he ate my brain

I took a break from watching back-to-back episodes of "Dexter," and pulled another recipe from the American Designer Cookbook. I chose Mary Ping's recipe for banana bread after reading the little blurb she contributed.

"Freshman year in college, I would bake banana bread as a break from all night paper writing sessions. It was a great way to use up the bananas, which were overripe and to fill the dorm kitchen with the best and most comforting aroma."

Though it's been a few years since I've been in school, banana bread seemed like the perfect answer to treating the gloom from the past few grey days. And like she said, it's also a great way to use up overripe bananas.

Ingredients:
1 1/2 cups flour
1/2 cup light brown sugar
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 eggs, beaten
1 1/2 cups mashed bananas (2-3 bananas)
1/4 cup vegetable oil
1/4 cup water
3/4 cups granola
1 cup chopped walnuts (omitted from my own recipe)
plate with strawberries

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Mix flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, and salt in large bowl. Beat eggs in small bowl; stir in bananas, oil, and water. Add egg mixture to flour mixture; stir until just moistened. Stir in granola and walnuts. Pour into greased pan. Bake for 55-65 minutes or until toothpick comes out clean. Cool 10 minutes; remove from pan. Cool completely on wire rack.

it's just as safe from the outside tonight

In a perfect world, brunch would be available for every meal. Eggs benedict, hollandaise sauce, grits, and biscuits create a meal for champions. I'd top it off with bottomless mimosas in every flavor imaginable - pomegranate, peach, strawberry... And that meal wouldn't cost more than $15.

Unfortunately, it's a dream that's still unreachable. In the meantime, I'm still in the search for a generous helping of good 'ole fashioned brunch.

On a grey, rainy day, the best friend and I went for a BFF Power Hour at Rosebud, which turned into a 2.5 hour marathon of discovering how good fatty tastes. (Sorry, Kate Moss, today, skinny didn't taste as good as buttermilk and gravy.)

heard you're new in town, want someone to show you around?

A g-chat snippet:

Rahul: friday was so bootleg. our friend fell on his face adn busted his lip open and was bleeding everywhere

and we thought he had a concussion so we took him to the ER

it was a hot mess
me: omgggggg
Rahul: straight guys are so dumb
they really are, they are always doing extremely dangerous things for no good reason
Can't wait to see my bunny again. Check out his blog: it's design orientated since he's studying industrial design.

I'm really obsessed with these boots - actually with the Stella McCartney FW08 shoe collection. But finding a way to wear over the knee boots without appearing to be a lady of the night is more challenging than I thought. Attaching metal plates to the shoes are genius. I want to get mine engraved.






dress. Shipley & Halmos for Uniqlo. boots. Stella McCartney.