2015Creme de la Chic: 2015



Back in the Concrete Jungle, The Big Apple, Empire State of Mind...etc. & time to finally put on my big girl (higher-than-2-inches) heels. Call me melodramatic, but a sudden wave of finally becoming an adult is hitting me like an unexpected tsunami of craziness. Case in point: I'm turning 20..no longer in the 1's in terms of age--or technically a "teen". Okay, okay it's not until November but still. Plus, going on interviews is pretty much the tipping point of my teen years. Hello, investment staples and nervously triple-checking in the mirror if your A-line skirt is way below that school-code fingertip rule. 

So along with stocking up on luxe business cards that would make Patrick Bateman froth in anger and a versatile sleeveless blazer to withstand the soaking humidity in the underground subways, a watch is an absolute must. Rather than opting for the classic stainless steel or lavish leather watch, I decided to translate my transition to a progressively eco-friendly lifestyle with the little things. I might as well be a New Zealend/Switzerland native because I'm all about that cream-colored wood-design life. I'm already dreaming up nightstands and latte-colored succulent pots lining up the windows of my new apartment. So it only makes sense that I'd swoon over a watch-version. Pair that buttery-rich shade with rose-gold accents and a delicate circling of sparkling, Swarovski crystals and you have those minimalist, feminine aesthetics down-pat. 

Maybe it's just me, but I struggle finding trendy alternatives to eco-friendly, green products. Luckily, I can finally have my cake--and eat it too. Or in this case, substitute proverbial cake for a melange of wood choices---bamboo, maple, sandalwood, zebrawood (yup, that's a thing), ebony, purple heart, and rosewood. And here I was thinking there were only 3 different types of wood. Oh, and how charming is this personalized Jord wood box that it comes with?

What do you think of wood watches?

DIOR Fall 2015 Haute Couture


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CHANEL Fall 2015 Couture


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What do you think of the collection?



Free People sunnies / Dogeared necklace / Urban Outfitters bralette / Missguided top / LF shorts / Zara bag / Topshop flats

If you could look up one of the many eclectic synonyms that color my personality, you'd find: Californian at the top of the list. Case in point, this past weekend injected more SoCal pride in me--as if I'm not already brimming with West Coast Pride. Hey, it's a golden state of mind (sorry, just had to). Visting my aunt's Wisteria-Lane/90210-esque apartment in Long Beach complete with zebra-print rugs and black-and-white interior? Check. Spending approximately $2,000 on outdoors hiking gear in one visit? Check. Opting out of that 'Murican pride 4th of July BBQ and substituting it for Lemonade La? Check. Hiking up my backyard mountain for 2 hours & seeing the fireworks from there? Check. The list goes on. Oh, by the way, that insanely jaw-dropping checkout price was definitely not mine. As much as I love North Face and Patagonia (*sarcasm duly noted*), it was all for my little brother for his volunteer trip to THAILAND. Cue the little ginormous green monster in me. I swiftly skimmed his itinerary which casually consisted of hikes to Buddhist temples, a cuisine class to make pad thai (currently drooling), and the creme de la creme: an elephant ride. 

Being the proud big sister that I am, aside from a legion of infuriating, door-slamming moments, I'm jumping with sheer relief that my 6-foot brother will finally  chip away and break free from his shell. Hopefully he'll come back with a to-go box of Pad Thai as well. (My newly-transformed brother < Pad thai. Kidding). Anyways, I hope you all had an explosive Independence Day with the quintessential apple-pie and char-grilled burger meal! Or for the UK bloggers, hopefully it was just another relaxing weekend---unless you were Ed Sheeran in his British military ensemble at T-Swift's "swan-goals" party.  

Also, who else is in love with the off-shoulder trend? The second I saw these chubby-arm friendly tops adorning the walls of high street stores in the UK, I went a little haywire. Plus, it infuses a dose of risqué attitude to an otherwise camouflaged white top. P.S. I think I hit the jackpot of all flats. Sorry, Audrey Hepburn, but these strapping beauties are replacing the classic ballet-flats (for me, that is).



After unearthing several hidden illustrations in my dropbox folder that went unloved and unpublished, I decided to finally let them see the light of day--on my blog, of course. I figured I might as well make it a series! Alas, the Créme de la Chic version of the proverbial "Lust List" that every blogger human being has fabricated whether it be on tangible paper or an e-wishlist. Listen, we all have those insanely, pocket-robbing purchases that leave us gasping for breath when we see a stranger donning the exact same item you've drooled over 1,000,000 times. It's like seeing Joseph Gordon-Levitt in real life---it'll make your knees all wobbly in paralyzing disbelief yet at the same time you just want to smother him in kisses and keep him forever. You probably think I'm an exact replica of one of those die-hard One-Directioners that maniacally bursts into hopeful tears while wearing an "RIP Zayn" shirt under my day clothes. Eh, close enough.

So here are my exclusively refined picks (so far) of my ever-expanding list that I'm lusting over if I was a New York City socialite that lived on Park Ave and popped Laduree macarons into my mouth like they were breath-mints. (a.k.a. if I was Blair Waldorf). Honestly, how could you go wrong with a slinky, delicate black bralette? Goodbye to that uncomfortable, devillish underwire that almost always induces ADD-akin fidgets and unwelcome bra bulges *cringe*. Hello to breathable, black lace that screams sexy even when tossed aside on your white faux-sheepskin rug. Pair it with a classic white tee to add a dosage of romantic lure to the neutral staple. Tip: Don't be seduced by one of those year-round Coachella-ready gals that pairs it with high-waisted anythings and nothing else.

Maybe my recent London escapade has rubbed off some of its British charm onto me but slap a Daniel Wellington classic B&W watch on me and spritz me with Jo Malone and I'm happy. Is it just me, or is anyone else way past that Marc Jacobs watch phase? The simpler the better and a black, androgynous leather watch is the perfect compliment to my monochromatic minimalist aesthetic (that was a mouthful). You know that proverbial saying that things are better left to the imagination? Whoever devised that probably walked into a Jo Malone brick-and-mortar and left with Blush Suede & peony or the Red Roses bath oil. You can't ever accurately depict a scent in its entirety because it'll be tainted with your signature. In this sartorial case, the perfect finishing touch to any look is the intangible yet self-assured presence of your signature scent--mine would definitely be floral-based.

For others, it might be shoes--the accoutrement that would win Miss Congeniality due to its boundless love for women of all shapes and sizes. For years, I've been eyeing these Rockstud Valentino pumps as if it was my frenemy. It might as well be, I mean come on, look at the heart-wrenching price tag that comes with it. You hate the price, but love the item. If only I could get "trapped" inside a shopping mall and spend the night having one of those cliché moments where I try on 80 different looks in a 360 degree mirror to a 90s throwback song...and leave with everything I tried on like I robbed the place. If only.

What's on your créme de la créme list?



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free people black dress
dogeared pearl necklace

 Free People dress / Pull & Bear bralette / Dogeared pearl necklace / Zara bucket bag / Marc Jacobs bracelet / Steve Madden shoes / Free People sunglasses / F21 ring

 Delving into retail shopping paradise with your credit-card bearing mom is pretty much a rite of passage. Except 9/10 times I usually trudge outside the immense glass-doors of every store with a looming disappointment after intensely whisking through a chock-full of racks. Hey, I may not be a picky eater but I'm a picky shopper. And I somehow manage to subconsciously scope out the most expensive garment in the store like I'm genetically predisposed to a heart-wrenching case of becoming a shopaholic with maxed out credit cards. Some of you uber-hip & stylish mavens can probably courageously enter a run-down, family-owned, second-hand store in Missouri and leave with a 1987 pret-a-porter Jean Paul Gaultier dress with complimentary Givenchy heels and vintage Prada sunnies for under $80. I would however, leave with a Kimchi Blue dress only to discover the neckline rimmed with old foundation that I was not wearing. You get the idea. So my best bet is to hit the holy grail of forgotten designer pieces camouflaged between polyester, mass-produced prints that bored housewives finger through at my local stores: TJ Maxx & Marshalls. Before I get shamed into the fashion blogger version of Hades complete with generously-studded, bleached denim cutoffs and "Bitch Don't Kill My Vibe" muscle tanks, hear me out.

Amongst the typical garments you'd find in the closet of a 60-year old Midwestern housewife who tends to her nursery and drinks wine coolers, you'll come across some diamonds in the rough. Case in point: a lavender Versace dress emblazoned with seafaring scrolls that was refreshingly retro and my Free People lace-trimmed dress. It may not be the little black dress according to Mademoiselle Chanel's terms but for the scorching summer heat waves and my increasing affinity for all things black and lace, it was my diamond. Plus, a surge of sheer euphoria hit me when I triumphantly left the store with the receipt clenched in my hand that read $16.99. Robbing the bank never felt so good.

To keep the look as delicate and frothy as the intimate dress, I opted for my ultimate staple: my beloved freshwater pearl necklace. I may love the symbolic connotations of a diamond but I'm more of a pearl gal. It also coincidentally paid homage to Gabrielle Chanel's fondness for the iridescent gemstone. Going along with her influence, the word simple became the dominant influence for my ensemble. Delicate dresses call for delicate accoutrements...but I stubbornly avoided her notorious saying of removing one accessory before leaving the house and stuck to my layering game. Sorry, Coco!



summer beach outfit

Currently melting away in the scorching CA weather has become a norm in my daily routine these days. Wishing for sunny, west coast days composed of Thrifty mint-chip ice cream served on waffle cones and giving my toes a much-needed breather has definitely been fulfilled...to the max! Fortunately, I'm obsessed with spring/summer fashion so that means *drumroll please* a lavish amount of collage-making and outfit clippings that'll soon cloud over my entire digital and literal desktop. It actually looks like an arts-and-crafts kids festival gone totally haywire. Anyways, here's my roundup of my current moods lately: feeling blue!

& no, I'm not alluding to Picasso's blue period *cue the tears and rolls of Kleenex*. I'm talking about the seaside and more nautical aspects if you will. For those of you who follow my instagram (don't worry, I'm not going to suddenly start going from 0-100 on the self-promotion), you'll notice my "pink", Elle-Woods-approved obsession with the ultra feminine shade. I occassionally periodically get teased by my friends for my "pink filters" which I don't use--at all. It's called having pink objects in the shot, people! Okay, rant over. My point is, if a random stranger wanted to get to know me and asked the go-to "ice-breaking" question of "What's your favorite color?" it'd definitely be blue. So what better way to compliment the frosty shade with the sweltering season than with an outfit edit? Here are my favorite seaside, beachside, shoreside (whichever suits you best) picks. 




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shopbando pop up
shopbando agenda
heart emoji donuts
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fries before guys
shopbando collage
shopbando watermelon bag

Whoever said summer starts on June 21 is seriously disturbed (Legally Blonde reference, anyone?). They've obviously never visited California because despite the handful of days that mimicked the gloomy, melancholy weather of London, I've got California Girls- Katy Perry on blast & watermelon fever. Random fact: I could probably eat an entire watermelon a day without even noticing. Apparently, that's a "fad" diet but I honestly just eat so much because it's so.damn.good. Anyways, enough of my sidetracking as usual. To kick off my summer I had an exceptionally eventful weekend in SoCal terms. Case in point: a Ban.do pop-up event in Melrose on Saturday followed along by an Amuse Society pool party event on Sunday. But I'll take things one at a time with the ban.do event (honestly, you can't get any more LA and sunny CA than this).

If you're into Style Rookie-esque aesthetic vibes but with less introspective mumbo-jumbo that'll spark an overwhelming existential crisis and more illustrated doodles that are worthy of any Pinterest board, you'll 110% fall in love with ban.do. Nothing screams summer more than this girl-power brand---except ice cream by the beach. The second Jacky & I navigated our way towards "Pinches Tacos" (those of you native speakers will smirk at this translation), we pretty much figured out we arrived at our Google Maps destination. It looked like a unicorn had a hangover at the dance party of its life and threw up everywhere--but in the best way possible, of course. A hodgepodge of the brightest colored funfetti and equally kaleidoscopic balloons were sporadically smattered on the hardwood floor of the ultra-comfy house (if you can call it that). If that didn't inject you with an overdose of sheer summer happiness, I'm pretty sure the customized California Donuts heart-shaped emoji donuts would suck you right in. Jacky & I zealously scoured the perfectly gridded table with hawk eyes to pin down the cutest one and laughed to find the only blasé looking one isolated in the far end. Oh & for those of you wondering if california prickly pear cactus water is delish, I will testify that it definitely is. It's also rosé pink for those of you who drink with your eyes

Fast-forward to an overload of necessary picture-taking and getting all google-eyed at every corner of the scrupulously ornamented room, I had to mentally fight and hold myself back from letting my beast-like shopaholic come back with a vengeance on my debit card. I should really get a credit card and build credit like an adult (now that I kind of am one) but then again, do I have the self-restraint? That's the million-dollar question--literally.

So once we said au revoir and took some quintessential sunglass-wearing shots with our cactus water, we hit the road to Nasty Gal and then Alfred's Coffee in the Alley! A day of many firsts. Let me just say that I'm not an avid online shopper but when I do shop, I go NastyGal all the way. So when I finally arrived in the holy grail of online shops-turned-brick-and-mortar store, my heart semi-burst into oodles of happiness...BUT, it was insanely small...AND I found out that the dressing rooms are completely transparent! I left laughing to Jacky about how I could see everyone through the semi-opaque glass doors only to awkwardly giggle at her response that yes, she could see me too. Talk about Michael Foucault's Panoptican, retail-shopping version. *shudders*

Thankfully, Alfred's soy latte came to my rescue and comforted me back into tasteful bliss. I forgot to get the secret-menu waffle cone, so if you go, definitely try it out! The "But first, Coffee" signs just screamed Tumblr. I could just picture a long-legged LF-model/worker wearing retro shades and effortlessly drinking her iced latte next to the sign and getting 230,356 notes on Tumblr.  
Imagination aside, next on the blog: the Amuse Society event + probably the prettiest donuts you'll ever see. You "donut" want to miss it. (I sound like such a cheesy tv promoter)



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You know those moments when you're casually hanging out with your amigas at your Central Perk-version of whatever go-to restaurant and that one friend orders the salad? For some reason, it's as if there's some unspoken attachment of pretentiousness or blandness that can arise just from ordering a stinkin' salad. People either think "Oh, she's eating trying to 'eat healthy'" as if it's some taboo. Case in point: the proverbial nerd that studies hard and gets laughed at for trying.
Maybe I'm just ranting because of my discomfort lately due to my lifestyle switch of trying to eat more clean and cut out meat. Don't get me wrong, my friends aren't one to scoff at me for opting for a veggie wrap or skipping out on midnight escapades to McDonalds after pub crawls, but it can definitely heighten this insecurity. Food is definitely a cerebral experience that can bond people and a culture together. But I'm starting to realize just how important it is in terms of rendezvous with friends. Bored? Let's go to that trendy pizza place on the corner of W23rd and 6th. Feeling hot? Let's get ice cream at Coldstones or Froyo! 

I recently read a post from one of the melange of fave bloggers I bookmark: WishWishWish: Hi I'm Carrie & I'm a Picky Eater. It's funny because her post is centered on this alarmingly hostile feedback she receives for eating burgers and fries during her trip to Tokyo. The backlash she gets is pretty similar to mine. When I'm at a fast-food chain restaurant like Cheesecake Factory or Olive Gardens, it feels as if there's this inherent rule that you have to order the cheesecake and chow down all of the unlimited bread-sticks. But I guess what I'm trying to get at, is that food is so.dang.personal. And I've learned that your lifestyle choice---whether that be a pescatarian, carnivore, vegan...etc---is 100% your decision and if there are some people who give you backlash, that's A-ok. If you want the dang salad, get the dang salad. 

P.S. Wish me luck today. I just arrived home from a grueling, test-worthy flight from LHR -> LAX (I watched SO many movies: American Sniper, Maze Runner, The Theory of Everything) and my fam decided to host a celebratory BBQ...& my family comes from Argentina so that means a belly-busting amount of beef.

But First, Coffee


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Nicole Lee bag // F21 ring + coat // Zara shirt // Joe jeans // Brooklyn Charm bracelet // Sam Edelman sandals // Unknown diamond necklace // Madewell bar necklace // Dogeared wishbone necklace

You know that one part in those cheesy, adventure movies when someone anxiously brushes off dust and dirt from a prehistoric book? That's basically what I felt when unearthing these ootd pics from my prehistoric Macbook (see what I did there? *wink*). I might as well add "Proficient at forgetting to publish blog posts" under my Special Skills section for LinkedIn.

These shots were taken by the lovely Lynn after our rendezvous to Bottega Louie for some proper LA brunchin' and coffee afterwards at Lincoln Cafe. I still dream (and drool) over those gushing eggs benedict stacked gingerly on top of a bed of hash browns at Louie. Not to mention the obligatory macarons in my third Laduree 6-piece box that I secretly still keep to store my overflowing miscellaneous trinkets. I'm a hoarder, I admit it. 

If you could describe the signature accent colors of my wardrobe, it'd hands-down be: black, white (the classics) and a splash of light rose. I could've just said "baby pink" but I like to be flamboyant with describing my colors. Cue the Project Runway clip of the pretentious "Blood orange" fabric Melissa chose. Anyways, this cotton candy-pink coat is proving to be one of my main staples in my armoire. I'd wear it more often but I'm not going to be known as "the girl who wears that pink coat" especially given my past record of donning head-to-toe pink in the 6th grade *shudders*. 

Oh & random news I thought I'd love to share that's *gasp* dare I say, changed my life? (maybe I'm being a bit too dramatic per usual). I've started to switch to a vegetarian/vegan diet lifestyle. I'm struggling to be vegan given the fact that most things have dairy but I'm not eating any meat. Why? For those who can stomach it, WATCH EARTHLINGS....but only if you want to. I don't like when people impose their values and ideals onto others because let's be honest, everyone's different and what you want to do with your life is completely up to you. But I really wish I watched this sooner because it's probably the most eye-opening film I've ever seen. I'm not one to bawl or shed a single tear when watching movies.  

Titanic? Nope. Fault in our stars? Hell no. Marley & Me? Maybe. Earthlings? Bring in the tissue boxes and a bucket for the hurricane of tears.

It covers everything from environmental issues to simply neutering your pets.  I'm also a sucker for documentaries & my amiga, Aubs recommended it to me (thanks girl) and an added bonus is that the beautiful Joaquin Phoenix is the narrator. So random but this reminds me. I saw a shirt at Nordstrom that said "Quinoa Phoenix". Look at it for yourself, here. WHO COMES UP WITH THIS STUFF? Back to Earthlings, caution: It's extremely graphic. You can watch it for free, aqui.
Hopefully to come: cruelty-free skincare and beauty product posts, vegan/vegetarian recipes, & more general well-being posts! 

Have you seen Earthlings?




Long time, no talk! Blogging hiatus may as well be my nickname (sounds kinda cool when you say it out loud..kind of). So why have I semi-abandoned my blog and ignored my lonesome Publish button? In the words of James Franco in a bikini-clad, drug-infested rebellious teen flick "Spring Break forever". 

So I decided to be oh-so clever and divide up my posts vis–à–vis the different destinations I've hit! That way I won't be cramming in a chock-full of random ramblings and nonsense photos in one post--well, at least not as many. What was my first spring break destination? BERLIN!

Berlin Wall, Checkpoint Charlie, Memorial to the Murdered Jews, Brandenburg Gate, Sachsenhausen Concentration camp...the list goes on. The entire 3-day trip was equal parts heart-breaking and uplifting. Arriving at our club-like hostel (thanks, Baxpax) and feasting on authentic German food á la spatzel with 2 strings of schnitzel was heavenly. It was probably the most authentic german food we had other than the currywurst I inhaled while waiting in line for none other than MORE food. Don't judge me. It was the infamous Curry 36 as recommended by Buzzfeed and the line was for Mustafa's kebaps. If you're a native Berlin, then you'll definitely know how crazy long these lines are. Do you ever get those moments when you're waiting for something and 3.5 hours later you realize you moved? Yup, that was my delightfully sensational experience my last night in Berlin while experiencing mild versions of frostbite. (there was a band that set up behind me which consisted of an acoustic Ed Sheeran-esque guitarist who actually sang "I'm cold and I'm hungry". Not even joking)

Oh, but the wait was definitely worth it. Case in point: this mouthwatering, intense up-close shot of my kebap after taking a taxi back to the hostel. Oops, forgot to mention this. Not only was I the definition of "hangry" I was also even more determined for these heavenly halal kebaps because I.got.fined.40.euros. Yes. I was that tourist that got caught by the honor-code system for not buying a bus ticket. The irony is that I got fined and checked at the Checkpoint Charlie stop. Let's just say that I tried my best to haggle the two overly-obese guards (who I could've easily outrun, easy..which crossed my mind at one point). I pulled out the "I don't speak German" and "Listen, I go to New York University so if you're trying to get more money out of me, good luck". Now, I'm stuck with a lovely souvenir that is covered in foreign german words. Let's pray that I'll "laugh" about this in the near future. 

Another tip= go to Tresor club unless you're one of the 1,000,0000 that get's miraculously chosen to get into the Berghain club. I met my dancing soulmate while foolishly swaying to techno music. If you know me, you know I don't discriminate against music--except for death metal, rap, and techno...oh and skrillex (I'm peachy with my Kelly Clarkson and Britney Spears).

The sour note of my trip? The insanely ignorant imbeciles at the metro stop. So we had to head back to our hostel because it was 3 am and there was no way we'd be going AWOL on the Sachsenhausen tour hung over. Still feeling exhilarated from the energy of the club, we were chatting it up when a motley group of natives blatantly mocked us and told us to "shhh". I understand that I look typically Chinese to most foreigners despite my Korean roots, but it doesn't disregard the negative and ignorant criticisms that get imposed onto me like another nameless stereotype. One thing I noticed more than ever before throughout my first time in Europe is my ethnicity. It fazes me of the lack of knowledge some have but that's a whole other story. So naturally being a stubborn Scorpio, I decided to voice my opinions and did some unlady-like bantering thanks to the liquid courage I had left in my body (if you catch my drift). Granted I shouldn't have been overly obscene, something I took away the next day at the concentration camp from our 6.5/10 tour guide (inside joke) was that "In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."

Luckily, to the rescue were 2 New Zealeanders who were drunker than freshman college students from the Midwest. In all seriousness, they full-on bellowed "WE'RE GETTING OFF FRIED-CHICKEN-STRABE, RIGHT?". Here's the thing, it's not Fried-chicken-strabe. Not even close. It's Friedrichstraße. We spontaneously bonded with them on the train back over a conversation of sheep-shagging game and how his friend's a Huag a.k.a. a hybrid of a hobbit and a smaug. You really can't make this stuff up. 

Next on my Travel Diaries is *drum roll please* ATHENS!
Auf Wiedersehen! 



In the famous words of the doughnut donut afficionado himself, "D'oh!"(nut) 
- Homer Simpson. 

Whether you're Team Doughnut or Team Donut, one thing's certain: pretty much any human being loves them. If you donut (sorry, had to), then I've already shunned you from my sweet-tooth, sugary sweet life. Anyone who knows me, knows that I'm into anything smothered in chocolate or belonging to the bread family. You'll find me pulling a Squidward during that one episode where he excruciatingly denies loving Krabby Patties & inhales the secret Krabby Patty vault. (I tend to allude to generic kid-friendly television shows very often). Just substitute the Krusty Krab with a Boulangerie. (My thighs just love me). 

Being a sadist, I decided to binge-watch "British Bakeoff" on Youtube especially right before I sleep. Case in point: this donut guide was inspired by the oh-so British culinary television show. Maybe I'm trying to force myself to subconsciously dream of baked goodies, Freudian style. Regardless, I've pretty much caught myself consistently wiping off drool from my keyboard while Mary Berry and Paul Hollywood "criticize" the endless rows of Chelsea buns and jam-filled donuts. I swear, they pretty much are living my dream.

Luckily, I'm going to Rome, Italy during the end of my Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants-esque spring break, so expect to see my instagram popping with cannolis and scrumptious shots of the limitless gelato. 

What is your favorite kind of donut? 

Rue Crémieux


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(Rue Crémieux de la Chic)? 

If there's any hidden road, anywhere, that's lined with miniature pastel apartments, you'll be sure to find me there dreaming for a slight, magical moment that I actually live there. Hey, a girl can dream. So when scoping out the winding streets on a cold Sunday to unearth this clandestine gem, I couldn't help but eek in sheer bliss and somewhat pretend the street name flows with my blog name. It was meant to be..

As is the case of most of my blog posts due to my unfaltering procrastination, this post belongs to my progressively accumulating flashback series (also, I'll find whatever excuse to relive my Parisian getaway). Despite the windy chills that dried up my sandpaper-hands (thanks, Winter) I found the most perfect vintage thrift store find in Paris! Who cares about those overly expensive copper Eiffel tower trinkets for €7 when you can leave with a Chanel-inspired hounds-tooth cardi for only---*drumroll please* €1! Fishing out a single coin in exchange for now-favorite cardigan was priceless. Not to mention, the tedious accomplishment of delving into a never ending pile of Urban Outfitters-esque items that would sell for $80. Think lamé fluorescent sweaters with tinsel lining and 90's chic windbreakers Bob Saget would most likely sport whilst skiing.

I actually ended up venturing to Portobello Road: the London equivalent of Rue Crémieux but way bigger & dispersed into a neighborhood amongst Notting Hill. After snapping trendy polaroids of sugary-sweet apartments that none other than Barbie would live in, I stumbled upon Keira Knightley's apartment from Love, Actually. She definitely chose the wrong side of the road because the houses on the other side looked like they came straight out of a Botanical Pinterest Board with picnic tables and lush vines tattooed on villa-like apartments. 

Portobello Road was the perfect getaway from the craziness of Spitalfields & our cramped seating while munching on Poppies. So London, I know. Fun Fact: steak fries = Poppies fries; shoestring fries = In-n-Out fries (you learn something new every day). Ending the day with a quintessential British shot in front of the iconic King's Cross Platform 9 3/4 before Kelsey left was undeniably worth the wait (amidst the awkwardness of being suggested to fight & curse spells on each other for our rushed photo-op.) Listen, when there's a nameless sea of faces in the most crowded station in London staring anxiously at you while belligerently shrieking " Avada Kedavra!!! ", it's logical to shyly opt for a more subtle dual pose. Kelsey donned a Slytherin scarf while I opted for the Harry-Potter go-to Gryffindor scarf (despite my Hufflepuff nature, darn you Pottermore), so I guess we had it coming. Oh, also I had to pose with Luna's wand as opposed to Voldemort's, which I really wanted, because I chose Gryffindor (you win some, you lose some).