Creme de la Chic
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4.20.2014

PRETTY IN PINK

Want to know something random?  
I used to hate the color pink. Flash back to my elementary days and you'll cringe in sheer embarrassment as you atrociously witness my 11-year old self drenched in a kaleidoscope of copious Legally-blonde approved shades. Even my glaringly dorky glasses brandished a tinge of pink in the shades while my candy-coated rims were wrapped in this god-awful Flamingo pink hue. Talk about childhood nightmares! But rather than taking a Freudian lense (pun intended), I devised a conscientious pact of demolishing any chances of this nightmarish shade from poisoning my future fashion resume. But, I think it's crystal clear from this photo montage that I definitely didn't stray away from the paradisaical heavens of all things pink. What can I say? Once you go pink, you never go back! (Plus, I'm a die-hard John Hughes aficionado...Pretty in Pink & Breakfast in Club anybody?) 

4.16.2014

VINEYARD VIXEN


Michael Kors Selma Satchel / Jeffrey Campbell Booties / Topshop pants / F21 bracelet / Urban Outfitters sweater / NastyGal necklace / F21 rings / Dogeared Layered necklaces / A&F DIY vest

          Evergreen, delicate leaves artistically wrapped around weathered Morocco red bricks always cunningly lure in my inner architect from my past life. I blame my mindless plodding around New York's gloomy, graffiti-abused buildings and the synonymous black trash-bags that pepper their "frontyard". So when I commenced my weekend trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art for their Jewels by Jar exhibit (Shoutout to you, artistes out there), I was subconsciously magnetized towards the pristine gates sprinkled in morning dew shielding a possible socialite's home. It was definitely an Invasion of the Bodysnatchers moment since I don't normally find myself getting googly-eyed in sheer envy over some bricks with a smattering of greenery.Weird, don't you think?

          Despite the DSLR-toting tourists that eccentrically sneered at my arbitary photo montage, I tried to step up my fashion game to channel my inner Rumi Neely or Carolina Engman (whichever style you fashion aficionados nod in awe to). Included were a few worrisome wobbles and bumbles here and there (try saying that 3 times!) while ungracefully struggling to execute a cool-girl pose against the weakly built fence. I'm surprised there wasn't a blurry action shot of me dramatically plunging down to a mouthful of cement. Definitely one of my biggest fears to date. 

          If any of you aesthetically-obsessive Leonardo da Vinci die-hards want a spontaneous pick-me-up definitely drop by Jewels by Jar. Sorry for you Instagramers out there, my iPhone was definitely missin out on all the luxe, handcrafted gems that blinded my eyes in the dark-lit cube room. (No photography, allowed!) The area was definitely feeling as congested as my nose due to these darn spring allergies and there were lines of museum-goers. Conversations ranged from the A: fluttering butterfly beaus speckled in microscopic Swarovski crystals with intense wattage when it came to their luminosity to B: a pair of avant-garde earrings with actual beetle-wings! Definitely a double-take and a "Say whaaat?" moment after skimming through the pieces descriptions on the tactile-dense pamphlet.

What museum did you last visit? 


4.01.2014

FESTIVAL FEVER


Velvet Dreams Backpack // Half Moon Turquoise Necklace // Fedora // Sunglasses // Lace Top // Crochet Booties // Layering Necklace // Dreamweaver Necklace // Jasmine Floral Headband // Elephant Ring // Gold Tribal Ring // Black Layered Ring // Eclectic Pants // Stone Cluster Bangles

Scorching hot sweat-inducing desert scenes with electric liquid gold music blasting ceaselessly. Misplaced fake IDs of pizza-faced teens claiming they're 21 generously dispersed throughout the grass. Hopefully a bubble of Coachella's wild-child streak will randomly pop up above your head whether it's through your proud nostalgic remembrances or from the Coachella overkill infesting your Tumblr Feed (the latter being mine). Whatever your crazed, flower-child experience may be, here are some fresh, psychedelic picks that will add an extra beat to your step while you graze around aimlessly wandering from the XX to Arcade Fire (I can be a hardcore music junkie when it comes to these 2). 

WARNING: Don't face-palmingly fall victim to over fluffing your religiously adored band and their eclectic music.... if they're nonexistent! We all remember Jimmy Kimmel's Lie Witness News that interviewed apparent "fans" of Dr. Schlomo and the G.I. Clinic or Obesity Epidemic while flaunting the usual garb of DIY daisy flower headwraps and pastel bubblegum pink crops. 

Whatever bizarre, tweet-worthy act happens at Coachella (Tupac hologram, anyone?) make sure you Instagram it so I get to hopelessly daydream that I'm in your vintage floral boho booties listening to Coachella's killer lineup while I pleasingly close my eyes. Someday! 

3.25.2014

A SHORE THING




Anchor blouse c/o Sincerely Sweet Boutique / Quilted satchel Unknown coat F21 / Gold collar necklace c/o Sincerely Sweet Boutique / Anchor earring Urban Outfitters / skirt F21 / booties Steve Madden / pink stud earrings F21 / Dogeared rings



        Random flurries of snowstorms poisoning the chameleon-like, unstable weather of rare sunny days is something I've come to get used to. But after a breezy weekend of cheekster/chubbies-inducing weather based on New York standards, I decided to, dare I say--wear a maxi A-line skirt. I know, I know. I'm pretty badass (sassy emoji flipping hair included). I felt like I was unearthing a dusty, ancient book caked in skeletal remains when I was burrowing through my skirt drawer. It definitely felt like a monumental fashion moment given light of the fact that it's supposed to snow tonight... in spring! 

           Honestly, I can't count the number of times I've theatrically grunted in envy and channeled my inner Hulk whenever I thumb through Instagram to come across scenic pics of radiant skies and a smattering of florals galore. Who would have thought I'd be ashamedly praying to the Weather Channel Gods in the end of March for just one day for me to be able to slip on my ultra-thin chiffon pastel dress and vibrantly patterned kimono without catching some deadly sickness.   

           But thankfully, I had the miraculous moment of gleefully displaying my hidden gams (*gasp*) in my flirty streamlined, retro-esque skirt. For some reminiscent hints of my (excessive) daydreams of therapeutically sipping on a strawberry smoothie near the shore side, I strutted out my dorm building in an navy blue, breezy blouse sprinkled in anchors. (Ahoy, matey!)  The paper-thin, breathable blouse gifted graciously by Sincerely Sweet Boutique added a nautical twist while the ultrachic collar chain necklace stepped up the playfulness with a touch of glam. Now I definitely want to lounge around a yacht soaking up the scorching sun in my tortoise sunnies. 
 
           Oh, guess what? I finally checked Shake Shack and Amorino on my list of typical NY tourist things-to-do. Creamy Hazelnut and Cinnamon Cookie Crumb in the shape of a delicately sculptured flower? You'd have to be a Hazelnut to turn down this French delicacy. It was definitely worth the hair-scratchingly foreign yet luxe words such as Nocciola Tonda e Gentile for Hazelnut. The luxe part definitely explains the fact that it was třes expensive for what it seemed like a kid-sized spoonful of gelato. As for Shake Shack, In-n-Out is undeniably better. Period. 
          
 

3.17.2014

FLORAL KINGDOM



Thrifted lace vest // F21 jacket // Urban Outfitters romper // F21 ring // Dogeared layered rings // Pacsun necklace // Dogeared layered necklaces // Gifted spike bracelet // BCBGeneration booties // DIY floral crown

Guess what? It’s that time of year again. Yes, I’m talking about the drug-infested desert festivals (Coachella, anyone?), daisy decked cheeksters, crochet everything and of course, anything botanical. Splash in some (or a lot of) dehydration and desiccated, scorching hot climates and you have yourself a festival, polaroid-worthy weekend. For me, anything that includes florals on its mandatory checklist blossoms my inner flower child. Add a floral kingdom fit for a secret garden queen (pastels included) and a wardrobe of cream crochet and lace and I am in heaven.

For spring break, I’ve been back home in California, the city of Angels to be exact, and let's just say that I’m spending every other minute sighing in sheer happiness. The swaying evergreen palm trees, cool-wind climates, and tempting tan-worthy opportunities outside my balcony--green juice in hand--is enough to make me awkwardly "dance" to California Girls. The best part? My chance to finally strut around Americana at Brand in my shopping haven clad in my wooden-brown strappy sandals (which my feet are thanking me for after forcibly hibernating in airtight winter fur booties).

Sorry for the excessive glorification of the west coast, I just miss the California ambiance and the spring perfume lingering in the air.  When people tweet #westcoastbestcoast I definitely feel a poignant connection. But hey, the east coast is also pretty damn amazing! A girl just needs her own version of a warm, Corona drinking paradise by the beach (minus the unflattering beer belly). And, today’s tranquil Urth Caffe trip with my punk-chic rebel of a friend quenched my unrelenting thirst for an iced Matcha Green Tea bubble tea  BOBA as opposed to my usual Soy Honey Vanilla Latte.  Adding to my routine, it felt like second nature when I unconsciously ordered the Chicken Cilantro w/ Pesto (which I highly recommend for any of you Urth newbies).

Now back to soaking up the sun listening to the incessant chirps of obnoxious birds contrary to the natural honks of enraged taxi drivers.