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August 2017

The Lady Wore Stripes

August 30, 2017


Vintage blazer
Rebecca Minkoff tee
Hudson Jeans flares
Kenneth Cole sunglasses
ASKA sandals
Salar bag
Cadette earrings

Masculine dressing has turned into my security blanket. Its as if all of a sudden, I felt like my vulnerability increased when my dressing felt too refined, too feminine. This has been a theme of mind since girlhood. One of my main fashion inspirations ever was Sally from When Harry Met Sally. Her strolls through the park in her boyish blazers and straight cut pants made me long for intellectual conversations in the streets of New York City. I longed for a wardrobe that was tough, but a mindset that was romantic AF. A fantastic duo. For as long as I had both, I could accomplish anything. That’s how I felt. That’s how I feel. I’ve been collecting blazers since middle school. Many didn’t make their way east coast with me when I moved here. A leave behind that I fully regret today, but has been made up by the fact that this vintage striped wool blazer exists. Basically the exact style that ACNE just came out with. Now I just need a matching pair of vintage pants. Give ACNE a little run for their money (I love you ACNE, but come on I paid $10 bucks for this blazer in mint condition, after the peer pressure of a friend). A blazer so studious in its stripes, it makes a patent leather skirt and bandeau top look smart. A blazer cut so perfectly box shaped, it brings a regality to a pair of verging on hippie flares. This blazer fits the mentality of NYC so much, and the idea that I had of NYC before I even moved here, that it seems like fate that it found its way into my hands. It’s moments like this when fashion seems to come full circle. A puzzle piece mostly put together, but with a whole lot more of the game left to play. I’m ready for fall, can’t you tell? 

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A Different Kind of Summer Dress from Farfetch

August 28, 2017

 I’ve been on the lookout for a particular type of summer dress. One less on the flowy side. I have far too many of those from summers past. Easy to throw on when one has no time for a second more of outfit contemplation. No, this time I’m looking for something different. Something less loud, more sophisticated . . . . mmmm . . . crisper seems like the correct word. Funny, coming from me, a women far from the meaning behind the world crisp. But I wouldn’t be lying if I said I have indeed become more refined. This Derek Lam 10 Crosby sleeveless fishtail dress that I found on Farfetch speaks along those refined lines. Simplistic in nature, but far from conservative or the word I hate most . . . boring. A cotton that feels sturdier and more structured that the usual pretty dresses known to summer, but that is what makes this dress feel special. It makes a far different statement. One physically, it plans to last much longer into the seasons and years to come. A belted waist, utilitarian in feeling, but cinching so well it could never be mistaken as too masculine. There is just the right amount of that you see. Stitch detailing adding a sense of sophisticated curves along the waistline and neckline, the two sexiest parts of a woman’s body. With my body shape being more straight up and down, I long dearly to these fine details that draw emphasize my more feminine parts. Giving shape to what might not originally be there.

Derek Lam, you always do those things the best. And Farfetch, you make things easier my curating the best of the best. Look no more, Farfetch knew before I knew what the perfect summer dress was made for.

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No Such Thing As Could Not

August 21, 2017


& Other Stories dress and jacket
Pedro Garcia shoes

I’m giggling a little bit looking at these photos. My face half covered with hair in most. Something I was prone to doing quite a lot as a kid and teenager. My mom used to call me the “one-eyed-jack” because I always had my hair in my face, partially obstructing my vision. No I wasn’t really an “emo” kid. Maybe just sometimes. Mostly, it had to do with my own insecurity issues. I felt safer when I could hide behind my hair. Hidden from the world in a way, whenever I felt like I wanted to. It was a security blanket for me at the time. A little introvert’s nest. It had a lot to do with my shyness when I was young, and my insecurity with the way I looked. I always stood out for being too tall, too skinny and too ethnically ambiguous. Most days my nose felt too big, my face too chubby, my teeth too obnoxiously standout in braces, my breasts too flat, my knees too gangly. I have distinct memories of one terrorizing male classmate in elementary school who wouldn’t go a day without reminding me of the way I looked. I would be the butt of his jokes. To him, ethnic background was a problem. I was funny because I looked Asian. Even though I knew he was wrong for saying the things he said to me, in front of classmates even, I couldn’t help but feel hurt and embarrassed and wishing I was someone else.

At a young age, I experienced racism and bullying. A lot of my feelings back then were kept hidden inside of me because of my shyness. But today, it’s a different story. Today those experiences still stick with me, but instead of blocking them out, I am grateful that because of them I learned to never act or feel the way that my one classmate did to me all those years ago. Instead, my hurt of the past turned into an understanding greater and far more beyond just myself. It’s an understanding that has allowed me to make progress one day at a time towards being a better human being . . . without mind to my race, my gender and whatever it is that makes me . . . me. Whether others like it or not? That should never be question. Sadly today, that question still has a mixed grey cloud hanging over it. The world has a lot of work to do when it comes to accepting what is different on the inside and outside, and I am so chilled by what I see on the news everyday about the narrow minded, twisted hate many are trying to spread. It blows my mind. 

As for me in this moment, there is still so much of that little girl in the classroom who would get made fun of by the boys because I was tall and actually good at playing basketball. The issue was that I was not just good, but that I was better than they were. And so the only other alternative they had to playing and losing against me, was to be make fun of what I could do, as opposed to what I could not do. There is so much of this happening today in our world on a much greater level, but it all comes back to the basketball court. Really, if you think about it, it’s all about how you change the game. Spreading that game changer is the biggest positive influence there is. And that is why I share with you guys my story. I share my story knowing that insecurities still lie within me, and especially so with being so public with my life online. Even my darker than usual hair right now is taking some getting used to, and can put me in a self-conscious mood on a whim while at other times I love it. I still hide behind my hair at times and my inner introvert is always there waiting to dive into a writing session for hours. But then there are days I feel like I can wear a bright red denim jacket and accomplish anything. But these are the things that make me me. The greatest accomplishment I’ve ever made was to let go of what others said I could or could not do, could or could not say, could or could not be, or could or could not love.  

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