Im baaaaack

Holy guacamole! better post later with pictures but things ive done the past year..

-moved into new condo; black matte walls with black highgloss trim=a loooong time spent painting alone
-dyed some bbags to give them new life; grey is still grey, yellow has become tomato red!
-bought too many shoes; givenchy, gianvito rossi, miu mius....lots of python
-bleached my hair blonde from brunette and got a nice v-back cut with super graduated layers; still long but shortest layers ive gotten in years
-became underwhelmed with fashion....up until this season and not including raf's dior! its tempted me to start making my own clothes. we shall see....back later with pictures.

Also one of my fav Bottega looks, thanks to Don Tommy Ton....NO WIRE HANGGGERRSSS. 

another day, another dollaaa

Things I've done recently:

Gone to California.
-checked out the Barney's warehouse sale, not much was left besides a fun Lanvin coat. some Balenciaga and Chloe knee-high boots half a size too small for me, and some men's cashmere pull-overs.
-Went to the Getty Villa and then Moonshadow's afterwards to see if Mel Gibson was there babbling about hating Jews before another imminent DUI.
-Drank lots of coconut kale smoothies and ate lots of kickass vegan food, although I am quite the omnivore.

been surprisingly happy about the new collections during fashion week namely...

 Jil Sander's throwback collection. Its like I'm going to dress for the day as if I'm not going to leave my budoir, or all I'm wearing is this amazingly cut coat and nothing else to surprise my lover after he gets off work! Especially enjoyable since I've been on a Hitchcock flick rampage. Oh, when the acting was actually worth going spread-eagle for an old, fat genius....

 

 Prabul Gurung's high end, seemingly, O'Keefe inspiried midnight desert glamour. Yes, I want that neoprene crew-neck, and YES I LOVE animal skulls. Not as in your face as her labia flowers but just as fun.

 And as usual, PROENZA SCHOULER!!! What is there not to love about samurai gear for the modern girl? That shouldn't even be a question because I need something to prepare me for the wars going on everyday. In-between insane technology, brainless politics, and just all the ugly, empty soul-less people inhabiting the Earth I should start carrying my katana around cause Frankie is shit when it comes to protecting me with his fierce kisses and tail-nub wagging for any passerby that will baby-talk his cute mother effing mug. (all photos co style.com)

-Got those spring Celine wedges while checking out the Barney's semiannual sale. Nothing on sale was amazing. I tried these on after I exhausted my search for a bargain after purchasing some beauty items (Bobbi Brown's brightening serum is sickening) and alas they went on my tootsies and came home with me. I don't have cankles as the angle suggests, and I could wear these all day, everday just because how awesome my legs look and how comfortable they are. Thank you Pheobe Philo, OCD style goddess.

 Totally got a job and a couple more offers pending. So these shoes were so OK to buy despite my resolution to not get more points at BNY.

Roll call of the un-worn

Despite the desire to buy my way to happier days to fill the growing hole each passing day of unemployment creates I've decided to stick to my resolutions. Still have not exercised the credit I have at some of my favorite stores, and I've invested in one of the most amazing products ever....They're clear, sold at Target, and under $10...Fab Feet gel inserts and cusion products!!!

I spent some time going through items I love but don't wear. Why? Because they cut off blood supply, are the source of ugly blisters, and standing in them for more than 10 minutes makes me feel like I'm binding my feet and being prepared to be some Emperor's concubine. Now I have NO excuse not to feel fabulous from the ankle down 24/7.

My new Prada's are soooo much more comfortable now. The elastic strap always allowed for easy on/off but the one spanning the width of my foot dug into my paws in several places.

These Dolce Vita platform's give me height, at the expense of stabbing pain circumferencing each ankle whenever I moved. Quoth the raven, Nevermore.

Even Lanvin ballet flats have a tendency to rub from the elastic.

I shall leave you with Kittie. She says if i don't start wearing that belt she's gonna sell it on ebay and buy caviar covered mice.

Ignorance

double post!
Today I was at the gas station and got called ignorant...let me start at the beginning...

I was turning left and on the corner of the street i was turning left onto has a Shell station. In front of me is a white Range Rover HSE who pulled in as well. I go to the far right pump closest to the street I entered from. He goes to the opposite side of the same pump, I see him backing up so I assumed he had to turn around and back-up into the stall he first pulled into. It turns out he was backing up to back into the same side of the pump I was at but by the time I realized this my car was off, I exited, and was on my way to pay cash inside and return to pump my gas. I return to be greeted by the, I am losing this term VERY loosely, gentleman who was driving the Range on the opposite side of the same pump and was in the middle of pumping his gas.
Asshat: 'Just to let you know I was trying to back into your pump...you're ignorant.'
Me: 'You got a spot didn't you?'
Asshat: 'I honked my horn twice at you but you still got out of the car and ignored me.'
Me: 'I didn't hear you, what's the big deal?'
Asshat: 'Just you being ignorant, whatever.'
Me: 'OK, well when I see you driving your white Range Rover in the future I'll be sure to use my mind reading powers and figure out what you're thinking before I act.'
Asshat: 'You're just ignorant. God bless you.'
Me: 'God bless you and your ignorance too.'

I was so distressed I forgot to tell him the gas station sold tissues to help him with his crying because he didn't get his way. Then, of course, after driving off and continuing my way home I had a river flowing of retorts and insults.
"How old are you? You look at least 50 so why don't you stop crying like a boy and act like a man."
"Shit happens, we don't always get our way, old man. You look like you've lived long enough to already know this lesson."
"You want to hit a woman over it or something? Go ahead I could use the check for the harassment and assualt I'll book your ass on."
"Are you seeing someone? Poor woman, you must buy her a lot of stuff to deal with your cry baby bullshit."
"Maybe if you weren't black you'd know how to drive."

That last one wouldn't really work cause I'm Asian haha.

But really, can you believe it? Just goes to show you how other peoples' perspectives can be totally fucked compared to your own, relatively speaking. Never doubt the complexity of people, the power of stupidity, or the fact that most everyone around (including yourself at times) is an entitled idiot.

After all this I got pulled over for my brake lights being out. Thank goodness it was just a warning. Car is at the shop, but it's just been an eventful evening. Also I feel like I trust men even less now and will be single forever because I will not find someone I won't a.) get sick of, b.) push away due to being a moody bitch/someone who won't put up with ignorance, or c.) see as an intellectual equal.

Frank-n-stank has been and will continue to be the only male I feel worth snuggling with.

holy grails

Quality>quatity
1. Shoulder bag (celine, hermes, whatever brand it must be classic, exotic, and colorful)
2. Classic tote (again no matter the brand it must be fierce, exotic, and fun)
3. Balenciaga weekender, giant hardware, enough said
4. Balenciaga leather jacket, preferably black with black or silver hardware
5. Fun clutch! How amazing are those Chanel ones? I lovelovelove lucite and the book one is ingenious, almost more amazing than the china doll the did last year; Hermes, balenciaga are also other styles i love
6. Missoni bikini, or eres. But i prefer ones that can hold the girls in and be easily removed, for the rare time i do lay in the sun, and avoid upper body tan lines
7. Tom Ford cat-eye sunnies; frankie ate my, now discontinued, anouks that were classic black :(
8. Black/brown belt; i like the Hermes one because while both reversible and classic it is my last name first initial. how meant to be i am head to toe Hermes
9. Simply, elegent jewelry. I wear little or none. I love the Cartier love series, and their exotic animals encrusted with jewels. Already have medor watch but it is beat up and in need of repair/replacement :(
10. Own no Louboutins, shockingly. All i would ever want is a pair of timeless Pigalles and a nude pair of the spiked out Engins. The only time I'll allow clear plastic on my feet and not feel like a hooker (sup taylor momson).
11. Designer winter coat. Had my eye on this Givenchy one for a bit. The sleeves are removeable and it doubles as a long vest!
12. Petrie leather sofa by Crate and Barrel. The only new couch I have ever wanted, no one else makes anything else like it. Its that, and a LOT of saving, or go vintage.
13. Another dog!!!! Frienchie, bull terrier, or blue/grey rescued pitbull
14. A man...whos mind i can fall in love with. A pretty face and full wallet are easy to come by, but a good mind is not. Think older, tall, handsome, chivalrous, funny, intelligent...Daniel Henney (korean and irish like me...crazy odds), Sean Penn, Joaquin Phoenix, Jake Gyllenhaal, or Christian Bale
15. Dr. Martens Darcie heeled boots. Utilitarian, chic AND comfortable (blasphemous), will last a long time.

New Year, Same Challenges

Ah alas it is time to admit my resolutions. I read somewhere, I believe it was ScarJo, who admitted she did not believe in resolutions because it only set oneself up for failure. Is that sad or is that just brutal honesty?
I feel without even the smallest goals to set up and reach for life is worth little to nothing. We need, I(!) need, small distractions to focus on and move me from moment to moment. Take a step back and realize our individual life is, on average, a burp in the grand scheme/large picture on the universal scale of history. My existence is a fart only to be instantly carried away by the wind that is time. Ok, I'm done with bodily functions serving as metaphors, but it's astonishing! I am upon the cusp of the finishing the first third, fourth if I'm lucky, of my life. I have little to show for myself. Honestly, goals are all I have. Future prospects, ideas, entitlements, objects, and even living creatures in the form of manifestations cannot be the only thing I have to show for myself.
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In no particular order...

1.) Wear my wardrobe! I have a large amount of goods I don't wear (outside playing dress-up when I'm bored or feeling like I have "nothing to wear")! Chic cocktail attire, designer heels, items I no longer feel comfortable in or don't believe fit properly. For instance, an Hermes CDC belt I've worn twice. I've worn those over the knee boots (mint GIANNI Versace, suede, scalloped trim, with a gold heel) twice as well....until this past Saturday! Nothing says confidence like wearing hot-shorts, thigh high boots, and no tights in 35 degree Chicago weather. Paired perfectly with a vintage Bottega bag and AK7 silk boho pheasant blouse, might I add.

2.) Purchase only items I WILL wear/decrease my consumption! COUGHthosepradaheelsCOUGH I've wasted so many valuable resources, namely time and money, on items that really aren't investments, just mindless splurges. One of my best friends even donates three items for each new item she buys. America's economic plunder is based on instant gratification and the manifestation of living outside one's means. I fall under such a tragedy in some circumstances, but have yet to use any credit for the past month. Look at those old Balenciaga's! I've never worn them and need to sell them on Ebay. Soooo cute but five inches of fury I'll probably never exercise.
3.) Continue to work-out and eat healthily! Since Thanksgiving I have been going to the gym 5-6x a week for at least 1 hour at a time. I hit one of my lowest points in the Fall of 2011. My confidence was killed, both by personal failures and the way I felt about my emotional and physical presentation. But after about a month of implementing the simple equation of burning more than I took in (in calories) I was down 13# the healthy way. Of course this DOES NOT mean eat nothing, or trade food for tissues and toilet paper. I just became conscious of what I was eating and realized food is fuel and nothing else.

Frankie says relax. Whatever your plans are for the new year be realistic, healthy, and try to have fun. Forgive my lack of fluidity, I've had a glass of red wine and need to retire for the evening and drift off while I listen to the Nina Simone station on Pandora...

Aloha

To celebrate the end of 2011 I am going to journey into the world of blog, if not to count down the days until the (next) end of the world. Who better to start a repoire and virtual diary with none other than perfect strangers? But seriously, how else am I going to get bags named after me and complimentary designer duds, a la Bryanboy, without compromising my self worth and decency entirely? Answer: blog.

So onto the visual splendors only anonymous forms of voyeurism can satiate. You will have to bear with me and my mobile artifact, the iPhone 3G, as I do not care much for other forms of photography at the moment.

I hope everyone's holiday and/or religiously sported celebration was enjoyable or at least remains tolerable despite the gallons of booze and tons of rich edibles offered. I received more than my share of fun items but by far my favorite is a brindle cow hide rug for my new digs.

There's the world's best French bulldog, my Frankie, testing it out. Pardon his free and luckily unseen spirit, but we had to compare coats, plus he's European. Do they need an excuse such as common decency, or crazy liberal enacted laws to cover up the gonads every second of the day? Of course not.

And here is an addition to what I consider my collection of Holy Grails, a pair of the ombre patent leather heels from Prada's F/W 2007 collection, in all their banana-heeled glory. I gave them to myself. I have been looking for them for quite some time after I missed out on them after their initial debut. Everyone has a laundry list of must haves every season, but I don't have the connections like the gals at Elle or Vogue do so most of those objects are only attainable as magazine cut-outs and outfits I envision while I dream. I won't lie and say there wasn't much I didn't like in that collection but this pair of shoes was definitely listed towards the top. Now they're mine! To dote on and manifest an object, theory, or even another person, for X hours/days/weeks/months/years and finally receive it is a fabulous feeling. I just need to start showing these sisters off, and that will segway into my next post on resolutions for the new year....until then enjoy the mild weather while you can!