March 2015Creme de la Chic: March 2015

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).

New Look Blogger Event


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Current status: unexplainably exhausted & sore thanks to my latest trek to wee ol' Scotland.

After agonizingly trudging down the unforgivably long tunnels of King's Cross/ St. Pancras once more, I'd like to think my trip to Scotland was equally grueling yet breathtaking--literally. Let's start at the beginning (with the main focus of this post, after all).
The New Look Spring/Summer 2015 Blogger Event at 7:45am in the morning = the perfect pick-me-up heaven for any blogger. Levels of retail shopping nirvana greeting me first with a profusion of pastel? Yes, please. I instantaneously plucked a lush, crisp white top with arm cutouts and a demure, black lace bralette as victims of my shopping rampage. Next on my list were some Triangl-Swimwear-inspired bikinis with tropical vibes perfect for my beachside trip to Santorini, Greece and Rome, Italy for Spring Break. I can just imagine all the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants + Lizzie McGuire references dreaming up in my jumbled mind.

As for this last photo of scrumptious morning pastries and salmon-cream cheese bagel bites? There's no way I could resist snapping a shot and devouring the greek yogurt topped with granola on the train ride to Scotland. (To-go please!). Let me just say that when I was referring to "breathtaking" I meant it. After rushing through King's Cross to snatch my duffel bags like a maniac running for the hills, I had to dash through jumbles of backpackers and tourists to St. Pancras only to realize we went to the wrong way. I'd like to think I was "fashionably late" but the beads of sweat generously rolling down my plump, scarlet face made me look anything but fashionable. Thanks Tony Skitt, for not leaving me stranded in London for the weekend. 

Back to Scotland:

Unfortunately, I left without achieving the quintessential Scottish must. What is that exactly? Well for me, it's gracefully channeling my inner Fabio on a galloping sheep across the greenery of Glen Coe while caressing a baby sheep while I don a kilt, serenading natives with my bagpipe skills (my professors would probably slander me for this run-on sentence). Oh, also the reason why I'm sore is because of my climb yesterday to King Arthur's Seat. Disclaimer: It's not an actual seat. If there was one, god knows I'd be sassily signing "Royals" by Lorde as everyone else gets blown away by the wind. Kidding. But honestly, I think I would've tumbled and rolled off the marshy green hills.

I don't even feel bad that I inhaled the Nevis butter shortbread cookies after all the exercise--especially the ceilidh (pronounced "Kelly" in a Southern accent, according to my narcissism). We went to this event where I awkwardly yet playfully did some Scottish, classical dancing. Thanks to  Anna for counting 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 to me aloud while we partner-danced! I couldn't help but cutely gawk in awe over the high-school Swedish students do-si-doeing with grandpas flaunting their traditional kilts. I'd gladly brush up on my nonexistent dancing skills for a first date if I lived in Edinburgh (pronounced Edin-BRUH--I had way too much fun saying that)

We also visited a Ben Nivers whiskey distillery and let me just add that whiskey = not my drink of choice---ever. Fun fact: whiskey is just distilled beer. Some of the handful of tips that the Ron-Swanson-esque tour guide told us was that you never describe whiskey as being "smooth"--it's actually an insult. Also, when whiskey tasting, you have to swish that "jew dew of life" all around your mouth (cue the involuntary gagging for us novices that prefer generic store beer).

Anyways, time to unwind and prepare myself for hours of uni classes & hopefully meet Victoria Beckham at the Bond Street location for class!

Meet me in Paree


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***Mood/Status: Currently jammin' out to Paris by Magic Man while writing this post**

Bonjour! (Sorry, I just had to) Being in Europe and literally living right by St. Pancras, going to Paris is pretty much unavoidable. Plus, my incredibly blogger chic and bubbly ami, Kelsey, happens to live in a pastel tangerine apartment that's oh-so Parisian. Props to her for being the most energetic and amazing hostess! Being in Paris for only a weekend calls for a strategically planned out and unraveling list as my itinerary. I'm a tourist,what can I say? 

Here is my copy & pasted list of endless and unforgettable adventures from my trusty E-sticky notes!

+ Eiffel tower (11am) with nutella crepe by carousels & Seine river (we're so cliché, but I love it)
+ pics at Trocadéro (hands-down necessary with the loveliest view. obviously, I had to "candidly" walk down some steps with the tower in the background)
+ Wandered around & found ourselves on the Avenue des Champs-Élysées! H&M allured me in and I shamelessly bought my treasured ankle-length coat like the retail heavens were calling me. Plus, I left with a massive H&M Paris Fashion Week bag as a souvenir (kind of).
+ Department store (Printemps--breathtaking terrace view with the smell of burgers wafting in the air; Galeries Lafayette--a tear-inducingly angelic dome smack dab in the middle)
+ Palais-Royal: stumbled here & took blog pics! (coming up soon)
+ steak frites and crème brûlée at random corner restaurant by Louvre museum (mediocre food but it tasted like the foods sent from heaven because of our excruciating starvation)
+ Louvre museum: Mona Lisa, Venus de Milo, Winged Victory, moats, Napoleon's apartment (I ended up getting free entrance after 6pm! The Mona Lisa was...anti-climactic. I managed to nab a spot in the front center & get a selfie without anyone by me! Call it a rite of passage to embarrassingly take 10000 pics in under 1 minute and leave instantly.)
+ Amélie watching (for the first time!) with leftover white wine, fresh baguettes from bakery, camembert cheese (like brie & pronounced camem-bear) and grapes from "duane reade"-esque store
(I'll shamelessly admit this was my first time watching the film. After swooning over its heart-stirringly magical playlist, I'm pleased that my first time watching it was in Paris with finger-lickin, typical French food)

+ Amélie spots; visited Monmartre where it was shot & erratically stayed inside the Sacré-Cœur for mass (Confession: I need to go to church--& confession). We walked up what seemed like 800 stairs! Did my legs feel like jelly? Of course.
+ Monmartre village and blog pics in front of La Maison Rose (if it's pink, it's a yes)
+ Croissants and gelato (my first croissant in Paree!) Chocolate croissant & macaron/speculoos gelato for me; croissant & mango/strawberry gelato for Kelsey. Our fingers froze but "Do it for the Gram!"
+ Sacré-Cœur polaroid shots while I got assaulted by "the bracelet guys" who insisted I needed a DIY friendship bracelet. No thanks but thanks for rattling my bones--literally.
+ Patrick Roger chocolate store: pretended to eat a chocolate Eiffel tower for a pic & a fellow shopper proceeded to imitate my pose right after--I'd like to think I'm a trendsetter (jk).
+ Moulin Rouge (I still need to watch this film. Currently adding to my movie bucket list)
+ Palace Video (where Nino works in the film; we just looked from afar)
+ "I love you" wall a.k.a. Le mur des je t'aime (It has all the "i love you"s in every language--including ASL! I knew I had to take a pic for my half-deaf sister & a pic by the 사랑해 for the 'rents)
+ Pierre Hermé macarons because if you know me, you know I'm a macaron aficionado at its finest. (Let's just say, it took a lot of restraint from devouring my box of 7 within seconds)
+ Angelina Cafe hot chocolate (okay, okay. I casually sipped Jeremy's hot chocolate but it's super expensive & I realized by hot chocolate, it's literally just that.
Tip: Not hot chocolate with milk. It's legit chocolate that is melted---happy soul? yes. happy thighs? nope.)
+ Chanel 31 Rue Cambon. (The security guard gave me dagger eyes for taking so many shots in front of the entrance but after my internship & my utter love for Gabrielle, it was only reasonable).
+ Avenue des Champs-Élysées towards Arc de Triomphe de l'Étoile (we passed by the fountain from The Devil Wears Prada! You know, when Andy chucks her trendy sidekick after ditching Amanda Priestly. Apparently Meryl Streep never went to Paris for the film!)
+ Abercrombie & Fitch. How do I state this.. after drooling over a palace-like store with golden-tipped gates and an Alice & Wonderland-esque green maze, we found ourselves in an A&F. SMH x1000
+ Arc de Triomphe de l'Étoile (more stairs? Perfect! 80, to be exact) The view was priceless & I confidently whipped out my macaron to take a picture of me authentically eating it with the Eiffel tower in the background. No shame.
+ Savory crêpe at Au P'tit Grec (we waited forever but it was drool-worthy. If only I could re-eat that, right now)
+ Shots at Espit Chupito bar (600 different kinds of shots--we had: Marshmallow bonfire-esque shot, vodka with glazed orange slice on fire, Smurf-colored blue vodka with Pop Rocks to drink with) Tip: If you're having a bachelorette party & are okay with being cramped in a narrow hall with uni students, do the Monica Lewinsky.
+ Le Bar 10 (sangrias + some random strong shot) The vibes were relaxing and we had a few minutes of authentic-sounding Parisian music in the background!

Café de Flore (If you have Tumblr, you've seen this café invade your dash) Our Sunday breakfast: herb omelette, cappucino, croissant. Fun fact: Hemingway, Kate Moss...etc ate here! Overrated but the ambiance was worth the
+ Notre Dame cathedral (walked in on mass. It felt so unnatural to see "make your own coin for 2€" signs and tourists swarming and circling around churchgoers)
+ Shakespeare & co (yes, there's one that's on Waverly Pl. in NY, but this one was by far my favorite bookstore..ever! I took some au naturale shots while reading ancient, worn-down 1€ books and ended up flipping to a page labeled "We Were So Lucky" which was surprisingly so perfect. After skimming through Parisian coffee table books & clicking away at vintage typewriters, I managed to squeeze into a mini room & left my own little note for the future, nameless visitors years from now )
+ had a mini Ratatouille moment & passed by a man playing the accordian (so Paree)
+ Le Marais: didn't expect much but ended up stumbling into a random thrift store for an impromptu vintage shopping! I nabbed a 1€ Chanel-inspired slouchy, houndstooth cardigan with gold buttons! Now, I can slickly mutter "oh, I got it at a vintage thrift store in Paris for only 1€". Talk about the best souvenir, yet!
+ Rue Crémieux:  if you're nomadically roaming the streets of Paris for a blogger-perfect venue, look no further! (I'm so cheesy, I know). I'm pretty sure if Barbie were real, her and all her Mattel friends would inhabit this cat-friendly cobblestone pastel street. My favorite? The bubblegum pink apartment with barn-door-esque detailing. P.S. Outfit post coming up soon for all you visual learners out there.
+ Chez Gladine. Southern French food? Yes, please! I got the Salade Complete while Kelsey got the Poulet Basquaise. It was mouth-watering and I'm pretty sure I would risk battling a bear in the middle of the Antarctic to re-experience that salade.
+ Gérard Mulot pastries for our much-needed dessert = check. Hazelnut chocolate tiramisu-like and strawberry-topped dessert with a flaky crust. Needless to say, food coma's were on the daily.

+ Pharmacie Monge = pretty much the elite, crème de la crème of all beauty stores. Waking up early in the morning won't avoid the cramped craziness and the incessant elbow-jabbing. There was a sea of korean tourists and tour guides advertising certain products.
+ Jardin du Luxembourg with Jeremy was..what you'd expect it'd be like during winter (even though it's technically spring). Thank the genius who invented the reclining chairs scattered in front of the gardens. I managed to soak in some obligatory sun & pretended I was in LA
+ La Creperie de Josselin: We hit crêpe lane and it was glorious. I scarfed down my Carnac crêpe (almonds, caramel á la vanilla ice cream)
+ Éric Kayser: for my last few moments in Paree, we were on the hunt for a pistachio macaronade but all the patisseries were closed *cue the tears* we ended up opting for a croissant in a corner boulangerie right by Kelsey's apartment & a baugette sandwich from Kayser
+ Dose café to spend the last 2 hours I had left in Paris (sad face emoji included). Thank café's with "Wee-Fee" a.k.a. Wifi--it's so cute how Parisians pronounce it. Mochas for 2!

So in true Parisienne style, despite my complete Americannes,  I'd like to say it was all trés chic in the honor of my blog name. It only seems fit.

I'll be vicariously living through this very restrained blog post. I had 134,345,689 photos but had to narrow it down like no other! I'll just wear a dorky, floppy beret and chomp on a Trader Joes baguette while wearing a Brandy Melville striped turtleneck to escape---like the crazy person I am.

Harrods afternoon tea


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Belly-busting afternoon tea Part 2? But, of course.

After doing my habitual nodding and smiling during topics of conversation that tend to seem alien to me, I decided to look up what Harrods was. Yes, I really didn't know what Harrods was. Apparently according to a friend, Winnie the Pooh was created as a mascot for the owner of Harrod's for his son, Christopher Robin. (Yes, he's actually real--the human boy, that is). 

Anyways, after droning out to rave reviews of the oh-so esteemed Harrods, I knew I had to finally traverse to the palace-like department store a la tube...for some reason, I prefer the smelly, rat-infested, graffitti-stained subways in NYC. After quickly skimming around the Victoria Albert museum and automatically being magnetized towards the Wedding Dress exhibit, I met up with my fellow amiga and amigo, Anna and Jeremiah, Jeremy! 

If you guys don't know Harrods like me, no worries. I'll pretty much sum it up for you. It's like a tremendously titanic department store that has an eccentric Egyptian-themed area on one side and boasts rows and rows of luxury brands. Oh, and there's a Disney-themed cafe for tots on the same floor as the Georgian restaurant for afternoon tea. We happened to go through the designer selection for kids and I think I just touched my college tuition in the shape of a Dolce & Gabanna floral embroidered dress for 3-5 year olds. *cue the dramatic fainting*

To progressively build our appetite, we made a conscious effort to explore the eponymous food court that went on for miles. Right as we entered, Anna & I drooled over the aisles of Easter egg pastel and red velvet-sprinkled cupcakes and habitually whipped out our cameras. Don't even get me started on the pistachio cronut samples. I was tempted to change up my disguise to take every sample left like they do in Nickelodeon TV shows. Once we hit the grocery area and walked towards the lingering scent of chocolate wafting through the air, we hit the jackpot. Literally. There was an entire booth covered with overflowing chocolate gold coins the size of my head! Not to mention the miniature treasure chests, safe banks (filled with chocolate since it's equivalent to cash, in my eyes), and an Olympic-sized chocolate gold metal. If I were to win the Chocolate Olympics, I'd probably win the gold for being a female version of Michael Phelps in the chocolate river of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. #justkellythoughts

As for my quintessential afternoon tea experience as a predetermined "food blogger" to excuse my essential photo snapping prior to stuffing my face with finger sandwiches, I knew I had to voluntarily restrain myself from converting the £43 to $'s. (WARNING: PLEASE do not tell me in the comments below or I think I'll shrivel up and sustain myself off free curry from the Hare Krishnas for the rest of my that's not already happening). As for black teas, I highly recommend Harrods Bari Imperial with a cube of brown sugar and splash of milk. Anna got the English Breakfast--a go-to classic you can't go wrong with and Jeremy got the famous No.18 Georgian blend. 

What were my favorite finger sandwiches? The cucumber and cream cheese was delightfully refreshing and so was the smoked salmon sandwich! Funny story: the Russian waitress we had mistook our word and brought back a fresh tray of finger sandwiches right after we devoured the first tray. It felt like déjà vu all over again but this time, I had to mentally unbutton my pants. I should've worn sweatpants but the Georgian dress code was pretty strict (I didn't get to wear my ol' reliable Roshrun Nike trainers). As for the scones, the clotted cream was disappointingly sub-par but the rose-petal jelly was beyond out-of-this-world. It felt like a blossoming garden in my mouth! Sounds weird, but it was magical. Just thinking about my Wednesday afternoon tea is making me feel as plump as a blueberry.

Next Afternoon tea adventure: Sketch! (It's like a tea room version of what the Grand Budapest Hotel looks like)