The things I'm feeling from my camera roll down to a visual moving board. Happy New Year!
January 18, 2017
Around summer of last year, Alexis from Local Eclectic hit me up at the possibilities of working together. It only took an hour phone call of convincing her with some ideas I had, but a month later she arrange one of my favorite jewelry designers to come to my house with an open mind. Why I love A Peace Treaty so much is her belief in artisanship and the beauty of craft, and why I love Local Eclectic so much is her belief in collaboration which in the end, brought us all together.
Now about the collection. It's a choker, earring set, and a ring. All made with opal - one of my favorite crystals with its iridescent spectrum of light. It’s also a reminder that the type and amount of energy you put into the world around you comes back to meet you. I hope you love the collection as much as we do! Shop away as there are only 30 pieces each :)
January 9, 2017
December 3, 2016
My 2017 attitude is going to Bella Hadid shading her ex-boo The Weeknd on a runway because I had an epiphany. I don't have many more years to be in my twenties, and the opportunity comes once in a lifetime. So, I better fucking feel it because if I don't, it's gone. What do I do? I get myself in a sequined mini leopard dress and indulge. All this training will pay off as I'm set to be a cougar one day.
Dress by LPA, Fishnets by Max Mara (similar), Sunglasses by The Row x Oliver People.
November 25, 2016
I've been making wishlists since grade school because they're fool-proof. And while I don't expect anyone to drop four c-notes on disco shoes for me, it's a nice reminder of what I can spoil myself with once the holiday season is over (that's the thing with having a December birthday). I'm not gonna beat around the bush; I love that one day (or week?) of the year, I can obnoxiously make it all about me. It's what I've waited 364 days for. But also, this is a good gift guide if you're in a pickle this holiday. Happy Black Friday / Cyber Monday shopping x
1. Black boots I have a large enough arsenal of black booties, but what I'm not opposed to is a good swap out. Sell one to consignment and introduce a funkier pair. DORATEYMUR mishmashes Marie Antionette and 80s punk into a shoe hybrid you didn't know what you wanted.
2. Photography book Indulging in heavy imagery is a huge part in my creative process, and Mario Sorrenti is one of the absolute best because of his diaristic approach. There's something sentimental and organic about his point-of-view: plastered archives on a wall that found its way into book form: Draw Blood For Proof. Why I don't own this yet is beyond me, but another great suggestion is Quentin de Briey's The Other Day. I was lucky to pick up a copy my trip to Paris.
3. Silk pillowcase When it comes to my beauty regimen, I want think about it once, then never again. So if all I have to do is invest sleep on silk for a beautiful tomorrow, then sign me up. I finally found a thoughtful brand, Slip, that invests in our silky slumber.
4. Simple bedding While we're still talking about sleep, I am going to change your standard with propor linens. Shopping for bedding is overly complicated and finally Brooklinen simplified it without compromise. I have a grey set but already want a new set to procrastinate laundry day even further.
5. Fancy candles If you don't know what to get someone, candles are always the easiest, chicest option. It's one of those things that people really want but never spend the money on. Can I just mention how dangerous it is living walking-distance to a Diptyque? Boredom purchases are far more common than welcome so I can attest for many scents. Ambre, Tuberose, and Geranium Rose are the ones worth revisiting. Especially if they come in the colored jars.
6. Monthly membership I should want to pay for my own workouts, but Classpass is one of those things that I can easily justify not paying for. So if given in gift format, the guilt overrides laziness and I am given no other choice than to go.
7. Boxing gloves But if I am using Classpass, yoga and boxing studios are the only workouts that keep me sane and attentive. I own everything I could possibly need for yoga, but borrowing boxing gloves is gross. It's actually way worse than borrowing bowling shoes so for that, it's time to own my own pair. But it's another procrastinated purchase, so until someone gifts me the guilt of not working out, my gloves will live on a wishlist.
8. Portable speaker Weston officially spoiled me with the gift of Sonos in my apartment - allowing Jesse Woods in the AM to Mariah Carey by PM. My musical dwelling unfortunately comes to a complete halt when I travel. So, it's time to make the same investment to a rhythmic mobile lifestyle. Something clean, portable, and quality - like this one from B&O.
9. Vegan cookbook A clean diet has always been part of my upbringing. While I'm not vegan, I neither live the opposite. I glanced through Alicia's book while waiting for my habitual Friday night kimchi bowl pickup at my favorite, M Cafe. I found charming her excerts charming and loved her articulation on the vegan lifestyle. Definitely interested in reading more into this, but before I single-handedly meet M Cafe's nightly sales quota in one swipe, I decided to leave this gift to fate.
10. Single earring Support local businesses - go gift shopping around your neighborhood. While it's not in my neighborhood, my friend Geraldine has a rad shop with good curations. Like this Meadowlark singled-out earring.
11. Cast Iron Skillet A better tool for better cooking. Receiving this as a gift is more like receiving a compliment of culinary graduation: you are mature enough to respect and care for a cast-iron skillet.
12. Annual Splurge Since my very first paycheck, I've made an annual splurge on one pair of shoes. All you need is one really, really rad pair to feel brand new. This pair inspired this whole post, so while I contemplate the longevity of my lust for shiny disco sandals, I'm going to sign off here.
See you December 10th x
October 19, 2016
My dear neglected blog,
You'll have to excuse my extended absence and broken blog - a shot in the dark says it's my longest hiatus thus far. Life has gotten the better of me. You might have seen me spellbound in, what I like to call, an "editing hole". And as summer was closing in with two months blinking by, I panicked.
I created loads, shmoozed lots, brainstormed much, but there comes a point when you overload. Staring at a screen 14-18 hours a day caused me to detach from my mental in some sick, subconscious effort to subdue my emotional needs. Naturally, I took to the airport after daily vlogging. I've packed and unpacked my suitcase more times than I've popped aspirin during the presidential debates. I guess you can say I was in need of a personal season off.
Of course I'm being dramatic to say the least, but at least I've reflected. Thank god as I realized how tired I've grown of this industry we've formed - you guys know this. My charade ends here as I am excited to relaunch my blog in a way that makes sense to me. Now I can't articulate this in any other way but to show you guys - once we slay the web development.
You will have to listen to my huffs and puffs on social and I promise to make a healthier effort with editing! With love I have attached a repeatable song - the kind of song that serendipitously fits into any life occasion. And photos of my mellow dramatic feels disguised in a backyard photoshoot.
Till then, see you babes on the 'tube xx
May 24, 2016
New Orleans is a strange city. It’s musky, dated, haunted, grimy, lush, all to a soundtrack of street jazz under balmy weather. Yet, nothing can amount the innumerable wonders that adds to the sultriness that will make you mourn the moment you leave. You have your classics. The oysters on a balcony over-looking the ever-so-touristy French Quarters. Yet should you wander enough, you’ll find yourself in many curiosity shops with haunting stories to follow.
Here are some of my favorite haunts (no pun intended). Coffee and beignet at Cafe Du Monde. Date night with BBQ shrimp at Mr. B's, walk through Bourbon Street at night (drinking or not). Buy a spell or two from a voodoo shop. Dig for that perfect vintage dress at Bambi DeVille vintage. Ride the streetcar to Garden District. Do brunch at Surrey's. Walk it off through Magazine St. Spend an hour or two at United Apparel Liquidators. Gather friends over wine and cheese at Bacchanal. Wake up and do breakfast at Bette's Cafe before walking around the French Market. Try on cute sunnies at Krewe with a coffee afternoon pick me up. Get your cards read by Farrey. Head to Frenchman street for the night for dancing and drinks. Tapas and canned food at N7. More Cafe Du Monde at night - decaf of course. Foot massage the night before you leave from all that walking. Finally, close your brunches out at Angeline's or at Café Amelie.