CITRUS COFFEE

2010-06-09T06:51:00.000-07:00

Hi everybody :)

I will once more spill heartfelt apologies to all nine of you who read my blog, for neglecting my so-called passions & venturing into other less amusing areas of life. I have realized that I truly miss blogging; I finally 'fit' into this cyber-social circle, not that it was my intention to do so when I first started, & then to leave it idle for such a long period of time without good reason kinda makes me look cowardly. But I am back, & will make time for all you lovelies.

I'm going to keep this update short, but I shall have longer (like 8 inches long ^_^) posts in the future.

I have most recently moved into my very own place, my first place actually, by myself at 21. Still baffles me that I have my own set of keys to my very own place. Gahhhh. Excuse the mess & lack of furniture. Kinda still looks like this, mind you, as I have not yet furnished it.

View of living room, first shot.

Second shot.

My yittle kitchen. Haha don't judge me!

Boudoir.

& here's a crappy picture of my view taken by my BlackBerry. Be jeal!
CLICK ME!

Remember when I mentioned I dance? Well I just wanted to show you that our costumes are extremely conservative, as in:

Me with my go-to Gays:

Me with my sister on Easter:

& finally Me at the beach with a friend ... an incredibly "blessed" friend:

Blehhhh I'm pooped. Sorry this was all half-ass; I promise tidier work next time.

Kisses <3

Forgive Me.

2010-01-12T06:11:00.001-08:00

I promise I'll be back guys; until then, here's what's been occupying my life as of late.

If you don't already know, I'm involved in the black-market sex trade via Polynesian dancing ... HAHA! Kidding, of course. I dance nightly for tourists of all sorts. These past few months have taken so much out of me. For one, the show is new, and it's so physically demanding, I barely have time to get a drink of water during the transition of numbers. It's okay though because I love it too much to complain.

Does anybody know how to heal a broken heart? Believe it or not, I've let this boy control my mental existence for months now. More on this wretched topic in another post.

Besides dancing and the gaping hole in my chest, I started a new job at a pretty amazing spa located at the same hotel housing my job as a dancer. It's pretty basic stuff--the front desk sort of thing. Otherwise, I MISS YOU ALL. I'm so out of the fashion loop it's not even funny. I didn't even follow last season (I'm horrible!). My jobs have seized my time for now, but hopefully I find a loophole. Don't give up on me guys :/

<3
Jey

Update ... sort of.

2009-08-13T04:17:00.000-07:00

Hey bitches.

Here is yet another apology to you all for neglecting my poor poor, underfed, emaciated blog. I actually have a legitimate explanation. You see, about a month ago, I started talking to this handsome young thing and before you know it, BAM! He's mine. Haha it actually took a lot more than that, trust me it did, but I'll save those memories for future cerebral entertainment.

Otherwise, I am completely out of the fashion loop. Reggie told me a few days ago that Jourdan Dunn is pregnant and that's about as up to date as I am with the industry. Hopefully some of you can fill me in with everything that I've managed to miss this month. & isn't Spring 2010 FW just around the corner? Carazzy.

Oh yeah, I chopped my hair off. Here's how I've been wearing it recently:

toodles.
<3

Totally.

2009-07-15T08:59:00.000-07:00

Hey girls.

No I haven't perished in the fires of hell; I've just been INCREDIBLY busy with work and work and WORK! Ughh I always say I'm a damn slave to labor because well, I frickin' am. On my days off, all I want to do is sleep, because when you deal with bitchy hungry people, you need as much time to recuperate from the mental damages they sometimes inflict in you.

I also haven't really bought anything spectacularly amazing, so my laughable wadrobe is pretty undeserving of an outfit post these days. But you shall not worry -- I eyed some metallic chiffon at the fabric shop a while back and I'm thinking about having my seamstress whip up a shirt for me which hopefully will turn out fabulous. Dior? Customary Filipino apparel?

toodles.
<3

The September Issue.

2009-06-29T22:02:00.000-07:00

QUIVERING IN ANTICIPATION.

Deuce.

2009-06-28T03:45:00.000-07:00

Hey kids.

I know I posted this outfit a while back but I thought I'd share a better picture with you all. Isn't my friend such an alcoholic with two drinks in his hand?

That's all.

<3

Paycheck Dedications.

2009-06-17T09:40:00.000-07:00

Hey kids.

I'm devoting this post to a fraction of my endless cravings; some are newly discovered and some have been bookmarked for months already. Enjoy!

Girls in Glasses Unisex Tee by Danny Roberts of Igor&Andre
Oh & Regg, if I see this shirt on your back before it's on mine, I will pull a Chris Brown. Respaetoe!

Hello gorgeous! My idea of the perfect ankle boot.

For days when I feel like a bad ass.

Elora Plume Collar by Kathy Coleman

Human Hair Necklace by Kathy Coleman
A little crazy considering it's human hair; but hey, it is a statement neck piece.

Gushing.

Purple suede, please.

So perfect.
via ebay.

All shoes from heayahh.
Oh yeah kids, the new stuff over at AA is sooo good. Feel free to send a sheer tank my way!

<3

Postal.

2009-06-16T05:52:00.000-07:00

Obviously Post Offices have the best lighting, especially at 11PM. My bottoms are a pair of spandex under....ermmm undergarments my dad left for me while he was here for R&R. At first, I was like WHAT INNAH HELL? Then I realized that I could totally claim them as 'bicycle shorts' which counteracted my initial disgust for them. Fun!

Usually I avoid everything in the political spectrum for personal reasons, but our Youth Congress drafted a bill to legalize civil unions between same-sex couples who have been on Guam for more than five years, and the bill has already been passed on to the legislature with a strong supportive backbone from a couple of senators. The public is following this political endeavor avidly and heavily opinionated letters have already been submitted to the local newspaper, at the sight of which I respond with complete laughter. The things people can come up with astounds me. ASTOUNDS ME! All I have to say is that it's about damn time this place recognizes a community which clothes oily backs and sagging deflated breasts.

<3>

Day & Night.

2009-06-08T05:43:00.000-07:00

(American Apparel double-breasted cardigan)

This past week, I:

got really sick and still haven't fully recovered.
visited a part of my island I'm sure I've never seen before, which is probably why it took almost an hour to get there.
ate McDonald's in my car.
went out while I was sick.
had an excruciatingly fun time at a sushi bar with great friends.
ran into people I didn't care to run into.
avoided a person.
opened up my heart a little.
went on a date.

Any feedback regarding the debacle over at Ungaro?
I'm trying to create some sort of signature conclusion for each of my posts, you know like BB's Baboosh!

<3

Food Porn & Bulging Pecs.

2009-06-02T03:24:00.000-07:00

Fried Calamari & Hibachi-style Ribs at PROA.

I've had all this music stored in my external hard drive for years already, and it's always refreshing to hear that one song you used to jam out to in HS after you'd get out of the shower.

I am currently trying to figure out how I acquired this horrible cold. UGH I hate being sick.

God I'm so sleazy when overcome by alcohol. My apologies to the shirtless stranger who's left pectoral I started groping. I don't even know why I'm sharing this with you all. What class?

<3

Escape.

2009-05-23T08:12:00.000-07:00

My absolute favorite place to surrender.
I'm pretty lucky I can drive to a place this beautiful in a matter of minutes.

I've been flocking to Style Sightings on a daily basis for an insane dose of street-style. No clue why I haven't stumbled upon the site before because the content is so fresh and organic, a couple of attributes I will always admire amidst a community of duplicates. It's definitely the prime place for the young fashion pack to get inspired by new ideas, and of course to drool over how amazingly dressed some people are out there. Here are a couple of my favorites.

Click to enlarge, silly.

I spy Balmain, Chanel, Margiela, and Balenciaga. What do you spy?

<3>

Disco Stick.

2009-05-22T09:35:00.000-07:00

Hey kids.

First and foremost, I bought myself a little gift on Wednesday between the time I had from my two job-o's.

Inducing a quivering hot-pocket.

I thought I'd test out the camera's most popular feature, the Image Stabilizer on a whole bunch of random people at a drag show. At the end of the night, I was clicking through the photos I took and didn't recognize half of the people in those photos. But I guess my alcohol abuse can attribute to that. Whatevs.

(Kohl's fedora, Twelve by Twelve embellished top)

<3

The Shocker.

2009-05-17T08:40:00.000-07:00

(Brother's beanie, AA mint big tank, FTL long johns, vintage Calico boots)

Dressing has become so much of a chore for me these days; however, I do feel like I am achieving a sense of my style which I still can't describe to you today. I told myself a few months back that I needed to rebuild my wardrobe because I felt like there was little to say about my style as I continued to dress in supertight Abercrombie t-shirts, plaid shorts, and leather slippers. This look, which has managed to be donned by thousands of young men like myself, is no longer tickling my fashion fancy and eventually faded into oblivion as I started learning more creative and, most importantly, more stylish ways of dressing.

I say to anyone feasting on this text to step out of your comfort zones and experience new ways of dressing yourself. It may seem hard at first, but something beneficial to your self-esteem will come out of it. I can honestly attest to this because you become an individual once you start developing your personal style, something I learned once people started taking note.

I don't know where all that came from, but moving on. I need as much input for this as possible so please feel free to throw in your two cents. I will be purchasing a professional camera sometime this week before I continue to deplete my funds, and before anything else, I am debating between Canon, Nikon, and Sony. My budget is $700 and since it's such an investment for someone of my financial standings, I am incredibly frightened of buyer's remorse. Please include your opinions if you own professional cameras, and feel free to suggest specific ones to make my purchase speedy.

Thanks =]

*Does anybody know why the complete right side of my layout is now at the bottom of my page? Help, please!

Flower Power.

2009-05-09T06:48:00.000-07:00

(Royal Bics bow-tie, Bench shirt, American Apparel oversized-pocket cardigan, F21 chiffon flower brooch, Boutiki beaded ring)

I thought it was funny that I wore this to a tacky beach-themed club party. I will vomit if I ever wear beach shorts on any surface other than sand.

My parents and brother left a couple of days ago (my mom & brother to TX, and my dad back to Afghanistan), and I'm feeling unusually disconnected from the world. I called in sick to work this morning for no apparent reason. I probably didn't want to deal with the life I built in independence before I got a jolt of much needed family time. I don't know if that exactly made sense but whatevs.

I really need to document all the crap I 'gathered' from the internet last month. My mom also brought me back some really essential basics for my wardrobe that I don't think I've mentioned before, all the more reason to abuse my Canon. Aside from that, during my little break from posting, I was spending a lot of time with my family because sometimes I get sucked into this theory where I'm living an individual life, disregarding the fact that I have loving and caring relatives all around me. It's sad because I subconsciously know that I feed this unhealthy theory when I cut time short with relatives just to be alone. WTF is that? I'm sorry that I have to share my mental instabilities with you all. Please bear with me while I sort through all my thoughts.

I've read several articles concerning the Alaia VS. The Met Gala/Anna Wintour/Harold Koda case, and I'm glad mainstream films--cough, The Devil Wears Prada--emphasize just how powerful ONE opinion can have over an entire billion-dollar industry. I'm no fashion historian, so please help me understand why Momma Wintour and AA can't hold hands and sing harmoniously around a warm camp-fire?

Enough of that; I must retire under my covers to assure that I am fully functioning tomorrow.

Oh, and Happy Mother's Day to all you baby makers!

<3

Knock You Down

2009-04-30T06:23:00.000-07:00

(Kohl's straw fedora, khaki vest, jersey v-neck, AA seafoam green corduroy shorts, beaded ring, tusk necklace, rosary bracelet.)

I have been accumulating a disgusting amount of stuff over these past few weeks and haven't found the time to share them with you all. I was a little hesitant to walk out of my house with these ridiculously short shorts from American Apparel, but I always tell myself to never live in fear so I figured wtf.

My mom and brother are leaving back to TX and my dad back to Afghanistan in about a day and a half so my sister and I have been spending every available second of our time with them. My dad was telling me stories tonight about his living conditions on his base, and it's so bad I couldn't even respond. I felt horrible listening to him, knowing I have a solid ground to stand on while showering, or a legitimate bathroom to do my business, or even something so simple as running water. I honestly believe that the conversations I share with the people I love the most are directed by fate because I understand now that the things that I have, the people that I surround myself with in life mean so much more to me most especially when they are taken away.

<3

when Margiela is out of your reach.

2009-04-24T08:23:00.000-07:00

Thanks to USPS, I only had to pay a whole dollar for shipping. Now, the people who usually shoot me puzzled looks can have something new to gawk at.

Because that's what this billion-dollar industry is about anyway--inner beauty.

Looking at my face now, I don't mind the plethora of acne on my forehead. Ostrich skin is wayyy better than moisturized skin anyway! Ha.

a random trio-set of pictures.

2009-04-23T06:14:00.000-07:00

the "Hannah Sider"

Shut it down.

my heartbreaker brother.

Cyclops

2009-04-15T05:02:00.000-07:00

Quiverrrrr. I almost fainted like obesity just struck me when my pupils first met this product of creative genius. Margiela who? I can't recall how I stumbled across New High Mart, but thank goodness for the accessibility perk of blogging.

I was perusing a little shop in one of the resorts here, and I kind of fell in love with this ring that was made entirely out of sandy-colored beads except I couldn't purchase it because my wallet wasn't on me at the time. It's funny because I have THE WORST MEMORY ever, but any material obsessions I have seem to allow me perfect memory. Anyway, doesn't it remind you of one of those rad sea creatures in Nemo?

Oh and RIP to my faux-tortoise shell bracelet that was the single recurring accessory I've managed to integrate into the majority of my outfits since the beginning of citruscoffee. My left wrist's cohort snapped into two pieces as I was trying to pull it off before attacking some Chinese food. I was thinking of writing an obituary and everything until I realized that my insanity would be validated if I chose to do so.

=[

Petty Pryer for 500 please.

2009-04-10T05:32:00.000-07:00

I need to stand on my soapbox for a couple of sentences. I was out with a friend a week ago and something petty but sufficiently childish happened at the tail-end of our alcohol-induced night. When my sobriety is flung out of the window with an unsure amount in ounces of tokyo teas, I tend to get pretty affectionate with whomever accompanies me during said alcohol consumption. So my friend whom I have known since I was a child was with me this particular night, and since my usually stiff demeanor was pervaded by liquor causing me to become flimsy, I resorted to what I like to call the infamous one-arm shoulder hang at which I am apparently skilled. Anyway, I was hanging on my friend for what seemed like the rest of the drunken night until he shows me a text message his boyfriend sends him saying he recieved a text from an anonymous source. From the grace of all that is sober, this is what my memory can gather:

Why is somebody sending me a text saying that you're with some guy and you two are all cuddly?

Oh, yes dear readers. Some tragic clubkid pulled a stunt from The Hills, and I am not havin' it. Here's what I have to say: If you have the audacity to be vindictive and then proceed to hide behind your little cellphone screen, the least you can do, well for yourself anyway, is grow a set and be a real bitch about it. Come up to me and say you're a nosy friend of a friend and interrogate me. Even if my relationship with my friend is none of your fucking business, make it your business since you already decided to play phone spy regarding a situation completely irrelevant to your intentions for going out that night in the first place.

Good. So it's settled. So you can shave your back now. Bye Jason.

This picture is completely irrelevant to the content of this post. Just a little mirror cam'whoring with my favorite fashionista.

Aside from that dispensable debacle, I had a great time with a great friend, and all I can do now is laugh at the depths that people will go for entertainment.

Oh and that thing about Alber Elbaz for Target was my attempt at a little APRIL FOOLS fun. Sorry if you were genuinely excited, haha.

<3

Haul.

2009-04-01T07:03:00.000-07:00

I had myself a little shopping extravaganza yesterday while playing hooky from work. I'm such a horrible shopper because I just wander into places without any expectations for my potential purchases. I don't even have an idea of where I want to shop; I seriously just drive around and park wherever an impulse strikes me. It's pretty tragic but provides for an incredibly random adventure that almost always results in major hauls.

I actually started off at a fabric store where I found an assortment of the most beautiful yet very delicate metallic chiffon's. I couldn't think quickly enough of what the fabric could be used for to suede a purchase, so constant groping and minute-long glares had to suffice. I did though leave with a couple yards of a plain black cotton-blend which I took minutes later to a seamstress to have sewn into drop-crotch pants. Immediacy? Cravings? I steer my own ship.

I then found myself wandering into a formal-wear store where if I'm correct, inaugurated my obsession with bow-ties. I was helped by a really sweet saleslady who busted out some gems in vivid hues and couldn't later resist buying. I also snagged two suspenders in plain black and dark navy. Before I checked out, something completely subtle yet vigorously bitchy happened in a short convo I had with the saleslady while trying on the last of my ties. Here's how it went:

What I thought she said: Those are so stylish. (referring to the tie)
My response: I know, right?

What she really said: You're so stylish!

Hahahahahaha! She probably thought I had my nose jammed so far up a dark crevice with that type of response. I don't think she caught it though because we continued in regular conversation until I checked out. So two suspenders and four bow-ties in my shopping bag--not bad, eh?

To conclude my purchases, I ended up at Bench where I picked up a couple of short-sleeved button-ups along with a striped cardigan that was surprisingly on sale. And since a reliable photographer is not at my beckoning these days, I snapped a couple of quick shots in the dressing room.

(Kohl's wool fedora, American Apparel mint big tank, self-made starfish pendant, self-made bow-tie necklace, Ross cigarette pants, K-Mart canvas shoes)

Did anyone else hear/read about Elbaz doing a line for Target this Fall?

toodles<3

Chocolate Starfish.

2009-03-29T22:10:00.001-07:00

Just a quickie before I head to work. I woke up at the crack ass of dawn this morning to apply for a business license for reasons too pathetic to even mention. I went home and sank into my dreams for a couple of hours and that was my fulfilling day.

I bought this double-breasted bad boy once the page loaded and my eyes met the screen. What impulse shopping? Haha and then I found out that my friend is already making sweet epidermis love to it as he purchased his weeks earlier. I realized that online shopping at 1AM induces incredible irritation to my mood mostly because I'm fighting my eyelids closing on me and some websites wait to mention shipping locations after you've bagged hundreds of dollars worth of mass market goodness.

Anyway, I had a couple of hours to kill the other day and went gallivanting through random stores until I found myself walking into a craft store. It never appeared to me the creative freedom one has once enveloped in such a DIY atmosphere. I left with a bag of the most adorable miniature teddy bears, a ceramic starfish and seaman's anchor, miniature hangers, and a bag of pins. My little trip to the craft store resulted in the creation of three of my new favorite brooches.

Too bad the ceramic pieces are inconveniently heavy thus weighing down lightweight t-shirts. I better skedaddle out of here before traffic gets all kinds of crazy. Oh, and a huge Congrats to Rumi over at fashiontoast for her most recent endeavors! Your legions of worshipers (including myself) are proud of you!

Hang.

2009-03-26T06:47:00.000-07:00

I have been living in my long johns for the past few days now. They're amazingly comfortable; plus it's always fun to watch people stare at your donk as you pass them. Ha. I haven't really been doing anything too exciting these days. Hooray for minimum-wage jobs! That's really what consumes a chunk of my time nowadays. All work and a pathetic amount of play. Bleh.

As I type, I am trying to convince myself (wtf?) that my wardrobe needs to be rebuilt, and moderately-priced mass market clothing is where I should start. Yes? Yes.

(Striped-tee, jewel pin, bow tie necklace, FTL long johns, thrifted BDU boots.)

Stumble.

2009-03-19T20:00:00.000-07:00

The expanse of my vocabulary isn't so spectacular, but the closest word I can think of to describe myself at present day is melancholy. I feel like I'm at a standstill, and sadly this isn't the first time I have felt like this. It's continuously recurring, and I have yet to find a remedy to climb out of this black hole. I really wish I was a naturally chipper person regardless of the horrible influences in circumference of me, but I'd rather be flesh than plastic. I apologize if this is such a boner-kill for anyone reading; bare with me while I search for the spring in my step.

Moving on. I wore this last night to go out, and before I walked into the club, one of the drags mingling outside said, "LOVE the outfit." Haha I always feel validated when a drag queen comments on my style.

(Royal Bics bow-tie, Bench shirt, thrifted biker jacket, K-Mart belt, Ross pants, thrifted shoes.)

i can't think of a witty title for this one.

2009-03-10T11:47:00.000-07:00

The past couple of days have been a little crazy for me. I've had to adjust the way my time is spent throughout the day, now that my duo-set of jobs consumes every single minute available to me. I was about ready to shank one of my managers on Monday because I had to stay behind almost 2 hours beyond my scheduled shift. But enough of that--back to fashion.

The latest collections I had a chance to 'review' were Balmain, Balenciaga, & Nina Ricci. I was disappointed that Decarnin showed an almost exact replica of his Spring collection for Fall. I felt like an audience member watching that scene in Bring It On when the two squads performed the same routine back to back. There were about two or three looks that I'm sure last season's Balmain groupies have already set as their desktop wallpaper, but other than those looks, it was an extension of Spring. I can't even discuss Balenciaga. & the footwear at Nina Ricci? Kudos to the models who walked for Theyskens in those 9+inch heel-lees platforms.

Anyway, I know I haven't done an outfit post in ages, so here's to 4AM photo sessions.

(Oversized pocket-tee, FTL cream long johns, vintage Calico boots, scissor necklace, virgin mary pin, faux tortoise-shell bracelet)

Okay, how do you spell GABBANA?

2009-03-05T06:03:00.000-08:00

(to the tune of If I Were A Boy)
If I had a hot pocket .....

My name is Mariacarla Boscono, & this is how you do fierce.

So I'm assuming Balenciaga has already shown because of this. I commend anybody regardless of your position in the service industry. It's a significantly different experience working tables as opposed to dining on them, and I think it's something that people who eat out regularly should realize. I made a thousand mistakes today, but I learned a thousand new things and thank God for tragic managers because otherwise my life would be too perfect.

How are you all consuming Fashion 'Month'? Let me know which designers left you salivating and which ones just need to wake up from a horrible nightmare.

<3

Text.

2009-02-28T12:51:00.000-08:00

No, I have not perished in the fires of hell. I started training for my new job-o yesterday and will continue to be consumed by it probably for the next week or so. I apologize to you frequent readers for the significant gaps in posting, but I'm not about to ask my 80+ grandmother to start snapping shots of my outfits--HA! Please bare with me until I get back into the swing of things. Thank you to all who continue to visit!

Imitation Nation.

2009-02-18T05:26:00.000-08:00

I disassembled an ill-fitting bow tie a couple of nights ago in preparation to imitate a necklace shown to me by a friend over the weekend:

Phenomenon

It was obviously a complicated project considering the laborious minute I spent fastening the chain to the tie and then struggling to clasp the chain together. Hand me a viscose Wang t-shirt and some soiled chinos and BAM; I'm an imprisoned child sewing buttons on a pair of Forever 21 skinny jeans in a decrepit factory infamously located on the hard-knock streets of Connecticut.

When I threw on the second one, I imagined being victim to some sort of freak accident where the inch-long sharp tip somehow stabbed me to death due to my reaction from meeting Magdalena Frackowiak at Subway. The industrial safety pin obviously beckoned to be strung onto a rotting rope chain, which always leaves a nice metal-y scent on your clavicles.

The marble effect at Rodarte, 80s Manhattan and monstrous shoulders at Marc Jacobs, the Alexander Wang girl is 'growing up', & pom poms at DVF. Did I miss anything ... important? I'd rather dip my head in a bucket of syphilis than stand to review the rest of the Fall 09 collections. That's why we have EDITORS, people!

Haha please disregard everything I said in this post.

=]

Jump.

2009-02-12T01:51:00.000-08:00

Photos from lunch with my sister and our darling Reggie a couple of days ago. I was browsing through lookbook, and it looks like a lot of stylish teens are wearing dream-catchers as statement necklaces nowadays. I don't know how I feel about it yet, but I do know that the dream-catcher necklace works well with themed-dressers .... if that makes any sense.

A couple hours after I publish this post, the Fall shows will be in full force. I've read everywhere that some designers have canceled their shows due to the economic crisis, and for those who are showing, their invite list has been cut in half. Designers are also cutting down on models (15 instead of the usual 25) and switching to more affordable venues. It is a sad sad time for this country, but I am confident that this recession is something we can all overcome. Anyway, I'll be scouring the runways for Diandra Forrest and Rose Cordero, both supremely beautiful but definitely individual in appearance.

My heart is beating irregularly while I wait for Nicholas Ghesquiere to show.
& if you didn't catch it, photos from this post and the one below were taken on the same day.
=]

Dilapidated .

2009-02-05T06:01:00.000-08:00

(Reggie's glasses, studded cross V-neck, FTL long johns, thrifted BDU boots, faux-tortoise bracelet, rosary bracelet, & F21 snake-chain necklace as bracelet)

Is it just me, or do any of you (drivers) evolve into vehicular terrorists when other drivers make it a point to be dirty chocolate starfishes on the road? Things that I WILL NOT TOLERATE on asphalt:

People who drive at 30 MPH in a 45 MPH zone, especially on the left lane
Slow MFers period
Drivers over 50 years old
Overconfident pedestrians
People on their cellphones while driving
Bass speakers blasted at an obnoxious volume
Drivers under 18
Drivers in busted up pick-ups trying to race you when the light turns green
Drivers who don't signal (I will sooo honk at you!)
Drivers with their brights on at night (This happens to be a high-ranking pet-peeve as well)
Double-parkers
NO PARKING ZONE parkers
Busses/Trucks/Rigs in turning lanes
Drivers who ride my tail (It's called brake check, & don't think I won't use it.)

I mean, I'm no speedster but c'mon guys, drive with the flow of traffic. I feel considerably bitchy today for personal reasons, and I apologize for it's obvious appearance in my tone of voice. I seriously need to learn how to brush off vindictive acts from people with whom I have absolutely no association.

On a lighter note, I was pretty stoked when I threw on my studded t-shirt today, except I don't remember it being so heavy. I might have to get accustomed to the jingling though. I remember telling myself a couple of months back, "I will not succumb to this laughable drop-crotch trend," but oh what powers a suspended crotch hold. I already have an idea to cut my own patterns and just have a seamstress sew the pieces together. Half-baked ideas, anyone?

02.03.09

2009-02-02T20:46:00.000-08:00

HIYA FOLKS!

I'm feeling a little lethargic with words today, so hopefully some photos will suffice. Oh, & I totally got a day job at Chili's over the weekend. 10 hour days anyone?

my twin & her freakum dress // playing bathroom attendant // fashion freaks // & sobriety how you have escaped me

<3

01.31.09

2009-01-30T11:22:00.000-08:00

YO.

So it's 5.26 AM, about two hours before I'm supposed to wake up--stupid melatonin. On four hours of sleep, here's my schedule for the day:

8:30AM-10AM > Grocery run
11AM-2PM > Friends nursing graduation
3:20PM > Interview
4PM-9PM > Work

Am I bitching, or DO YA FEEL ME? Haha. I swear you guys, the fashion bug refuses to bite me because I have no urge to review the couture collections. I guess I've just been focused on other more life-changing situations rather than worrying about how many sequins it takes to construct a Dior gown. But worry not; I'm sure I'll return to my irrevocable fashion obsessions in no time.

Anyweezie, I was compelled by some intangible force Wednesday night to stud something, anything actually. Finally after considering my materials, I unzipped and my virginity was siezed by a stud, pun intended. I have read a couple of YOUR posts about how impossible it is to stud in perfect lines, and honestly my reaction was "these suckers are just lazy and impatient!" Haha I give you a pass to underestimate me. I seriously sat on my bed forever, dumbfounded by this perceivably easy task as my first row was haphazard. Then after an hour or so, I finished and so became the cross on my left bosom, an explicit ode to Hester Prynne. Haha okay I'll stop.

Oh, & The Invisible Waist Club.

FAWK you girl.

Ralphy's.

2009-01-26T04:48:00.000-08:00

After reviewing this entry, I am sore from whiplash due to my schizophrenic tone of voice. Excuse me.

Hey sexies. I apologize for the gaps in my posts. It's quite hard to take a half-decent picture without a photographer at my beckoning call. All of you should know that I am an old hag who would prefer to stay home than go out and be a club-whore. The rare times I do find myself out, I purposely overdress to ensure my presence is recognized. Ha, is my nose too far in the air? The gay clubs here are usually unwelcoming, with their unnecessary cover charges, i'm-better-than-you bartenders, and bitchy atmospheres, so I'm always down to go a chill place with humorous heteros. Besides, I realized that the eye-candy at straight bars is much more bountiful than the sad selection of cruisers at your local Euphoria. Also, it never hurts to sit between three neck-breakingly beautiful women, all of whom attract the sexiest MFers GU. has to offer.

Grab your tissues girls. I must mention that my heart is being seized by the handsomest creation of man my eyes have ever seen. I've allowed myself to produce this perfect idea that every time I look at him, I smile for absolutely no reason, or when we fight it would stem from something incredibly silly. I further produce a scene of him waking up in my arms and leaning over to give my forehead the softest of kisses, so soft that when I finally awake, it would infer the end to an amazing night's sleep and the beginning of the most beautiful day with someone for whom my love was infinite.

UGHH I'm such a damn sap. And I better just stop now before my glasses fog over. Hilarious. Now here's the knee-slapper, I know nothing about him because we've never met, though I'm sure if I ever did meet him, I would collapse to the floor like obesity just struck me because his smell, his presence, hell his powerful yet subtle sex appeal would intoxicate my normal state of mind.

Anyway, moving on to G-rated content. My sister is coming back from a trip to the Phillipines with her godparents in a few hours, and I am a little more than excited to paw at the bounty of her purchases, because I know homegirl better had bought something for me!

& if you are piddling in anticipation for NY Fall 2009, piddle a little more here.

Cerulean.

2009-01-17T21:15:00.000-08:00

HEY EVERYBODY!

I'm back to my regular schedule which includes waking up in the late afternoon, going to work at night, and honing in on my insomnia. I swear you guys, I don't think life could get any more exciting.

When you have a grandpa who's time watching Filipino soap-operas is incessant, you start to develop an emotional relationship to the devilishly handsome male stars. Too bad they're only attracted to hot pockets. Haha--moving on.

I dragged my sister and our god-brother to the beach yesterday for some Karlie Klossin. Though the ocean makes for such a vivid backdrop, you forget your intentions when your backside is victim to the crashing waves. I even managed to get parts of my tank top wet; see if you can spot them.

Sorry for you minimalists. I went a little photo crazy, because you can never take a bad picture if you're standing before something so beautiful!

Off to work now.

=]

photo TAG!

2009-01-15T04:08:00.000-08:00

The talented designer/seamstress, MISHA, tagged me for a special photo post following these rules:

::go to the 4th folder in your computer where you store your pictures
::pick the 4th picture in that folder
::explain the picture
::tag 4 people to do the same

As some of you know, I dance nightly at a resort here in GU. It's strictly Polynesian dancing so yes, I handle fire and get all hot and sweaty every night. Haha. Anyway, my girls and I went out to booty shake, and this picture was taken at a popular club here. We spotted our boss who also happens to be our kumu hula which means 'hula teacher' in hawaiian and snapped a photo with him. I switched clothes with my friend on the left before we walked in. Ha!

So, I tag:

Krystal
Vero
Naboonies
Ca

AND ALL OF YOU BETTER DO IT!

=]

I LOVE Nick Jonas.

2009-01-13T22:06:00.000-08:00

YO.
Every time I listen to the Jonas Brothers, I always wait for Nick to blow after which I verbalize "that's right Nick; sing to me baby!" Hahahahahaha.

I swear, I've been so lazy as far as dressing ever since I've been back. Because it's FOREVER hot out, I'm not even trying to be in any type of pants or jeans unless it's nighttime, so my day to day outfits usually consist of a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, slippers, and my sunglasses. Exciting right?

I'm attempting to go running tonight, so I can rid my body of this evil muffin hanging above my waist. Ugh, you skinny bitches make life hard for me. This is my means of nutrition as of late:

Haha. So I was browsing through The Salvation Army here and stumbled across an in-your-face brown bow tie very reminiscent of the ones adorning the neck of Alber Elbaz after every Lanvin show. I recently figured out that brown is so hard to wear (for me, anyway) and is furthermore not my color, but it was a buck, and I convinced myself that I could always dye/bleach it.

You like my clavicles? Ha. Remember that striped-shirt in my last outfit post? Well it formerly belonged to my cousin until I was walking past his room one day, spotted it atop a pile on his bed, and then snatched it as an addition to my wardrobe. I thought if he had that great of a piece just lying around, he must own some other goodies. I waited until he left the house and had myself a little inhouse shopping haul. Two amazingly-draped tanks, a sleeveless jersey shirt, and a couple of old beat-up tees emerged from my klepto adventure. Is that bad? Whatever.

To conclude,
WHO'S EXCITED FOR THE FALL 2009 COLLECTIONS?

I'd die.

Over it.

2009-01-09T06:08:00.000-08:00

I'm trying to get back in the groove of things including getting back to work, paying bills, blah blah blah. I promise to post captivating content once I'm on track with my schedule.

toodles.

Charger.

2009-01-06T02:31:00.000-08:00

LADIESSSSSSSS!

Haha freakin' Chris Crocker. Anyway, I'm finally in GU. with an itinerary for days. I took my sister to the beach today with intentions for her to soak for atleast an hour. That hour turned into two ten minute increments. Kill.

I'm processing back in tomorrow at my old job. Hopefully by the end of the week, I'll lose my sobriety with a couple of shots and endless Tokyo Teas. Until then, I hope you all inaugurated the new year on a good note =]

Leavin'

2009-01-02T00:10:00.000-08:00

I'm totally boarding a plane in a few hours en route to Guam. Here's to thirteen hour flights! Stupid economy class.

Leather & Stripes.

2008-12-28T20:55:00.000-08:00

...make everything nice.

*I was too lazy to divide the content into two posts, so I conveniently shoved everything into a vertical catastrophe.

Hiya folks! How was everybody's holiday? Good, I assume. Mine was .... conventional. Ha! So my family and I all got ready for Christmas Eve Vigil only to drive to the church and find out that we were four hours early, yet we could have made the Spanish mass. Wtf? We drove back home, my mom cooked a lobster and steak dinner, and after she let us open one present each, we said to hell with it and she permitted us to massacre the perfectly-wrapped gifts under the tree. Shortly thereafter, we dressed once more and headed to the service, which might I add, was BEAUTIFUL. The soloist in the choir indeed had the voice of an angel, and altogether the choir sang in perfect harmony. Also, it didn't hurt that our priest has an insanely hypnotizing set of chords.

Attendance to a duo-set of parties ensued Christmas day, and we capped the night off with a movie. Exciting, eh? Bitch mode. So I wanted to address very briefly the legions of sartorialists out there who so happen to disagree with Beyonce's fashion choices as of late. Obviously, you are completely entitled to your opinions especially if I ask you what you think, but it seems like the basis of some of your 'arguments' derive from this ludicrous idea that Beyonce is simply 'too big' to dare wear designers such as Alexander McQueen, Balenciaga, and most recently Gareth Pugh; an idea probably generated by a group of 90 lb. kate moss-wannabes. Sure, it's so nice and humbling to read editors support the ~~healthier~~heavier side of the weight wars in the industry, but philanthropy isn't at the top of your list when you criticize an artist's fashion choices. I'll stop here before my mouth combusts with a slurry of combative viscosity, but just remember this, the fatass you call Beyonce is and will continue to be wearing things you will never even be able to touch in your ENTIRE lifetime. So, go ahead and slip on that $30 H&M frock you think looks great on you; just know that Sasha Fierce can rock a dress that probably costs more than your parents' mortgage.

Cue Miranda Priestly:

"And Emily......"

Otherwise, for you B fans, due to an unsuccessful cyber hunt for onset photos, here's some horrible screen clippings from a YouTube video of B in Gareth Pugh like I promised.

The only two remote looks I came across were these, so I assume the armor can morph into different collars. Yes? No? Correct me if I'm wrong.

A second look:

I couldn't seem to find the runway look, but heller it's obviously Gareth Pugh SS09. Also, thanks to the lovely Mariane of Merkovsky for identifying the sequins dress to be vintage Thierry Mugler! Lastly, I am aching to find a shop that still sells this bad boy.

I swear I would forego a month's payment for my car just to own a pair. I beg of you, professional online/tangible shoppers, inform me of a single place that has a dusty pair beckoning to deplete my bank account. I BEG OF YOU! Okay, that's enough.

Sources: [ Style, tfs ]

12.24.08

2008-12-24T17:36:00.001-08:00

Merry Christmas sugar plums!

Don't my siblings and I look ferocious? Haha. Have a stellar time tomorrow girls!

--Jey.

Imma A Diva.

2008-12-23T20:57:00.000-08:00

I'M DYING RIGHT NOW.
Edit: Unfortunately, the video has been taken down, but I'm sure you can find a video still circulating around YouTube somewhere. =]

OHMYGAH. My hot pocket is frantically quivering. Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't she stomping into her intro with a skyscraping pair of Balenciaga booties? I was chatting with my ever so knowledgeable Reggie, and he is quite convinced that in her first dance scene, B is wearing the shoes from Ghesquiere's SS09 collection, but don't they look like Gareth Pugh? Cue, direct from the runway, the armor suit from Gareth Pugh SS09. I die. The only significant pieces I can't seem to identify are her tassled-shades and the body hugging sequined dress she wears in her window scenes. Princess points for whoever can identify. I mean HELLER! Beyonce obviously knows how to do vicious. I am also told that she is wearing Marni wedge platforms, but I can't F ing see the details of her footwear because of the quality of the video. Whatever, I trust him.

Anyway, for your aesthetic enjoyment:

[ Flickr, JustJared ]

I couldn't find any photos of her in Gareth Pugh, but hopefully they'll be released within the next couple of days or so.

Finally, what do you critics think of Beyonce rocking all these designer ensembles?
Merry Christmas Eve!

--Jey.

Recent Buys.

2008-12-21T22:16:00.000-08:00

Hey everyone! For some reason, I'm feeling so disconnected to the blogosphere lately. Maybe a lot of you do because it's the holidays and we're spending more time with our loved ones? In any case, it's time for a legitimate post, hopefully. A little photo sesh with my sister.

And remember those Minnetonka moccasin booties I mentioned she scored at the Salvation Army?

Now for some wardrobe establishment; some of my most recent purchases.

The perfect leather biker jacket. [The Goodwill]

BDU boots. To my disgust, I found socks left in them by it's previous owner. C'mon soldier!
[Salvation Army]

Silver shiny windbreaker. [Steve & Barry's]

White tennis shoes. [Wal*Mart]

Silver bow tie. [Saxon's]

Patent dress shoes. [Salvation Army]

Whew! I also bought a lightweight cream scarf, but I wasn't satisfied with the resolution of the photo. Moving on. Today, I witnessed a wedding proposal which induced a sea of misty-eyed family members and friends. The event was actually a birthday party for my god-sister and she ended up getting proposed to. Ha! Talk about an insurmountable birthday present.

I'll be leaving to Guam in a couple of weeks, allegedly. My uncle was trying to get my sister and I to leave the day after Christmas which is insane to me. I really have no clue of the exact date we'll be leaving, but I guess this is what you expect traveling on someone else's expense. This is the third time I will be leaving my family, and although my sister will be coming with me this time, it's still disheartening to experience. The first time I was 18 and heading off to New York to start fashion school. I swear I was completely overcome throughout the entirety of my trip. I balled when I said my goodbyes, when I landed in Chicago for a painful eight hour layover, the first night I was in PA, and finally the first night I was in Manhattan. I guess I have a phobia of detaching myself from my family, my mom especially. But I'll probably get over it once I'm back home.

If I don't post in the upcoming days, I just want to wish every single one of you readers a Merry Christmas!

--Jey.

Half-baked.

2008-12-18T23:08:00.000-08:00

I just want to admit that I am a shameless biter mostly because I saw a guy on LOOKBOOK with a cassette tape dangling from his neck, which obviously prompted me to recreate a statement necklace. I guess my parents are accustomed to the iPod generation because I was looking for old cassette tapes around the house and to no avail, and if I haven't made myself clear before that I am a victim of immediacy, the video cassette atop my chest should prove otherwise. Talk about a craving almost fulfilled.

Yesterday my sister and I finally found our town's Salvation Army. I actually found a lot of good pieces in there but later decided to hold back as we were shopping for other people. My sister, though found some fringed-moccasin booties by Minnetonka in perfect condition and a Polaroid camera which managed to astound her throughout the rest of the day. We headed back there today for a haul, but I guess it's okay to close at 5 o'clock now. After that we headed to the closest Goodwill where I found an absolutely perfect leather motorcycle jacket which will make it's debut in an upcoming post.

Anyway, Christmas is coming up gals! Enjoy your last days of this holiday season!

Hannah Sider.

2008-12-17T03:10:00.000-08:00

Thanks again Hannah! Check her out below sugar plums =]
For the eye.
For the mind.

The Wang Man.

2008-12-15T23:39:00.000-08:00

Alexander Wang PF09

I've been steadily reviewing the Pre-Fall 09 collections as they continue to roll into Style, and for the most part, my hot pocket isn't quivering frantically. But I guess Alexander the great never disappoints. Ha, look at me referring to him on a first name basis as if we were ever acquainted. The fact that the majority of his pieces are so universal in either a man's or a woman's wardrobe establishes the power of his dynamic. I mean c'mon. I die for the leather biker vest, the jump suits, the scoop neck tees, and the slouchy pants.

In other news, I haven't posted in over a week because honestly, I'M BORING. I promise I'll be more amusing once I'm back on Guam. For now, family is first.

=]

Protuberance.

2008-12-07T21:29:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I went with my mom and sister to Salado, a very small town with cute antique shops lining the streets. It's convenient if you're up for getting into the Christmas spirit because there are carolers strolling the sidewalks, Santa and his Mrs. rocking atop a porch, and a very talented children's choir permeating the air with delightful tunes. We stopped by a shop that lured me in especially with enormous 50% OFF ENTIRE STOCK stickers plastered on the windows. My mom was completely freaking out because every step we took, the whole house creaked and she convinced herself that it was also somehow moving. Mothers. Anyway, there was a variety of Christmas ornaments personalized with names; great for gifts!
About halfway into the duration of our stay, we all realized that we were the only brown folk in the entire town which is quite hilarious considering the racial ancestry of Texas.

Surprisingly, my mom wanted to check out another town's Goodwill where my sister scored some chic riding boots, and my brother, an irrelevant Letterman jacket. I found what could have possibly been the perfect leather jacket, but I didn't want to entirely deplete my mom's bank account. Funny story: before the Goodwill, we ate at Applebee's which was more than satisfying. Our bill was $56 and some odd cents and my mom left $50 in the ticket folder and told the waitress to keep the change. Obviously she didn't mean for that to happen because she thought she left $60 for her. It was such a refreshing laugh I swear.

And if you sugar plums haven't already heard, Hot Topic has some pretty ferocious skinny jeans, a couple of which resemble some looks from Balmain's Fall 08 collection.

That's all.

Long Johns.

2008-12-05T14:44:00.000-08:00

My pyjama conversion as of late. Surprisingly, the gaping holes tickle my fancy. NEED INTELLECTUAL STIMULATION.

Smile.

2008-12-03T15:49:00.000-08:00

My mom bought me a couple of new fedoras over the weekend, and I thought it was perfect to debut my woven one today under the blazing sun. Anyway, thank you all for the kind words regarding the meanies out there! My friend told me that if I believe, the world's a beautiful place most of the time. Thanks Jenny Bear!

The Saga Continues.

2008-11-30T22:35:00.000-08:00

It seems as if humanity refuses me integration into this world. I thought my rantings on exceptionally rude people were over, but that appears to be untrue.

Yesterday my mom and I were out shopping for things for my dad, and our first stop was our post's exchange. For you non-military folk out there, an exchange is basically our puny version for the civilian Wal*Mart. Anyway, as my mom and I were scanning through shelves of mounted portable DVD players, some woman thinks it's okay to walk up perfectly to my right side, her arms brushed up against mine, proceeds to reach her left hand carelessly to a tag on the shelf which is directly in front of me while my face is behind her elbow. At this point I'm thinking she's about to get tackled any minute now, but I forfeit these thoughts as I probably would have caused my mom distress. She continues to stand at this uncomfortable distance beside me, and I sure as hell do as well. My mom is to my left and obviously notices this, she slightly tugs my cardigan motioning me to move out of the way, to which I responded very loudly, "What? I'm looking too." The damn woman continues to stand there like a negligent jezebel and my mom advances her motions to rid me of this situation as she grabs my arm to whisk me away. In my first steps to start walking, I turned around to the lady and intended for my mom, "You know, SHE could say excuse me." Ugh people these days.

And because I am obviously a target for being incessantly accosted, an interaction at my doorstep didn't go so well. I answered the door to an aggressive knock followed seconds after by four doorbell rings. There stood an old man with a very stern look on his face and a clipboard in his hand. From my recollections, here's how the conversation went:

Me: "Hello, sir."
Homeboy: "Hi are your parents home?"
Me: "My mom is."
Homeboy: "Okay can you get her?"

I adjust to close the door and then stop. He looks up as if I was lacking in chromosomes.

Me: "Sorry, what's your name?"
Homeboy: "Joe."
Me: "From where?"
Homeboy: Sarcastically, "Not from anywhere."

So at his last words I swing the door shut in his face, stomp to the foot of the stairs, and yell out to my mom that there is a rude man named Joe downstairs who would like to speak to her. Okay, I know it sounds like I'm being melodramatic in all of this, but I guess all I can say is the picture is more vivid and legitimate in person. I'm not being unreasonably frivolous. I'm not acting like there is someone out to get me. And I will not succumb to any deficit of kindness. This generation of humanity perpetuates a devalue in character by the lack of congeniality between people within social interactions. I mean, why is it so wrong for complete strangers to be genuine and cordial? Tell me because I am otherwise convinced that my future is doomed.

In other news, I found this at The Selby, and he/she is currently melting my heart.

Shine.

2008-11-29T05:43:00.000-08:00

For sushi with my brothers.

Well I had an eventful Thanksgiving. Not really. I spent most of my time preparing the meal with my mom after which I devoured my plentiful portions of moist turkey, mashed potatoes, red rice and corn.

I was watching The View yesterday and one of the ladies mentioned that people on either side of the shopping counter tend to get increasingly bitchy towards Christmas, which is very true in my experiences. Before sushi yesterday, my sibs and I stopped by Radioshack to pick up a memory card for my dad's camera. In short, a sales associated managed to bark information to me over the volume set by shoppers and their personal conversations. I'm not asking for a damn Saks shopping experience but tend to every shopper as you would want to be tended to.

And as if this debochal wasn't enough to inaugurate my day, homegirl at the sushi place dared to use the this is my first day so please be patient with me excuse on us, which I think is an example of weak character and more importantly, incompetence. To which I responded audibly "Don't tell me how to dine especially when I come into YOUR restaurant." We were honestly cordial in our interactions until she spat such a lame refutation. Whatever.

At any rate, not much is going on in my sphere of life. It is an exceptionally foggy day that definitely sets the mood for the weekend, though I thought I should share. I do plan on compiling a list of my pet-peeves. That should be fun.

=]

Pompadour.

2008-11-25T13:03:00.000-08:00

Except for the chromosome-lacking stylist who rushed my cut, I'm in love with it!

So none of you are surprised by the rumors of Anna Wintour retiring?

Canary.

2008-11-23T21:16:00.000-08:00

I asked my sugar plum Jenny in NYC to send me a little outfit of herself so I could share it with my blog buddies, but I actually had clandestine intentions to debut her natural beauty. Haha my favorite is the freakin' picnic basket! I LOVE YOU JENNY BEAR & you tear up Parsons with your viscosity sugar plum!

I am uncontrollably excited for Christmas, and I haven't yet devoured my Thanksgiving dinner.
My mom is usually more exuberant around the holidays which is always delightful.
I absolutely genuinely look forward to volunteering this holiday season.
My dad's in Afghanistan, fighting for your freedom, but I refuse to pity myself and my family especially now because there are far worse situations ensuing in these current times.
Christmas music is paramount starting November.
Inaugurate yourself into this new year with a goal to contribute love to this wretched world.

To conclude, freak out here.

Shutterbug.

2008-11-22T23:37:00.000-08:00

A gallery of genius from my favorite amateur photographer.

INSANE, right? Find him here.

The Visionary.

2008-11-20T19:58:00.000-08:00

Exactly what I was thinking.

I LOVE YOU BB & Congratulations on your very first magazine editorial!

check out more here.

Squint.

2008-11-18T20:08:00.000-08:00

To satisfy my skinny dress pant craving, I gave in to a pair of women's pants I found at Ross today. Told you I prefer immediacy. I also purchased a pair of acid wash purple skinny jeans just so people can scoff, which I always appreciate. Haha.

I'm feeling unusually disconnected from the fashion circle these days; having more interests in finding or being found by 'love'. But to remain relevant, did anyone snatch any CDG goods from H&M? I probably wouldn't have gone considering the hysteria that is the mass market, and I prefer shopping when everybody else is at work anyway.

Also, the CFDA/Vogue Fashion Fund Winner is...

It is quite admirable of Alexander Wang to remain so humble amidst his sudden rise of publicity, and after his SS09 show only being his sixth rtw collection, the designer sheds his novice skin and ventures into an aesthetic he can finally claim as an Alexander Wang signature. Looks like the future of fashion has already arrived. =]

Mid-air

2008-11-16T11:53:00.000-08:00

So my hair is getting a little crazy nowadays. I KNOW I have it in me to avoid surrendering to my discomforts … or maybe not. I guess I'll see. I really don’t want to cut it yet, but it’s getting so F-ing irritating that I might just have to visit a salon pretty soon.

Oh and I was wondering if anybody had any suggestions as to where I could possibly purchase Men’s skinny dress pants made with a sheen-type fabric, maybe satin or crepe? Living in the mecca of podunk towns, I don’t exactly have the option of shopping at exciting places which is quite sad for the residents here considering how I’ve seen people dress.

Anyway, have any of you folks seen the new PS01 bags by Jack & Lazaro over at Proenza? Only the duos closest friends have been issued bags from the collection, and they don’t even come out until Spring.

Jak & Jil

Look out for my mini-'interview' with Renée Sturme from FashionFillers!

The Ugly Dress.

2008-11-12T21:54:00.000-08:00

Surprisingly, my sister willingly participated in my spontaneous crave for new outfit shots. Along with the boots, this is the dress we thrifted a while ago at the Goodwill. Though even with this outfit, I'm still not quite sure as to how I would style the dress otherwise. I mean I'm not entirely in love with this look, but immediacy fulfilled my crave. Without the belt, the bust is quite loose, so essentially without any support it just sort of hangs there. But it's okay for now because my sister werrked it out.

Anyway, I went to the dentist today which was a complete disaster. My appointment was at 2PM; I wasn't seen until 2:45; I didn't leave until 4:30. Let's just say any type of service on a military post is 10x slower than a civilian service outside that post. The slogan holds true: hurry up and wait.

the sand & the sea.

2008-11-10T21:30:00.000-08:00

Not much for you guys today.

But I thought I should let you know that I LOVE THE BEACH.

Tag.

2008-11-08T22:10:00.000-08:00

A big THANKS to Claire who tagged me! =]

THE RULES:

1. Link the person that tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking their blogs.
5. Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.

one.
I am completely fascinated with the New Zealand culture and furthermore interested in the Maori people. I swear it’s always a bone-chilling experience with every Maori performance.

[EDIT: I had a thrilling video from the Aotearoa village at the Polynesian Cultural Center in HI., but I guess it was too long for blogger to process. Anyway, look up 'PolyFest '08 Maori Stage' on YouTube if you're interested!]

two.
I’m still obsessed with the Balenciaga Motorcycle City Bag that came out like 10 years ago. I am overcome with jealousy every time I see one.

http://www.balenciaga.com/

three.
I openly despise those drop-crotch pants EVERYONE seems to love. Who would’ve thought that a suspended crotch would be so flattering? Drop on …. I guess.

http://www.mensrag.com/

four.
I LOVE to sleep. I would pass up a whole list of things just for some pillow time.

five.
I use dictionary.com religiously, especially when I’m writing for a post.

six.
I WILL NEVER BE SATISFIED.

_________________________________________________________

I know I'm supposed to tag six people, but I'm going to make my own rules and leave it open to anyone who wants to do it! Haha talk about rebellious. Oh and if I did tag you, then DO IT! I actually started then made an executive decision to leave it open.

The Black Canvas.

2008-11-06T22:30:00.000-08:00

I'm not quite sure how to describe this.

Bird's Nest.

2008-11-06T21:31:00.000-08:00

This is what I look like with a clean cut; No. 2 on top and No. 1 on the sides to be exact:

And of course you know the atrocity that is my hair now. But it is only an atrocity because it is unrefined. What I want it to become is this (the guy's do of course):

www.myspace.com

or maybe even this:

www.menshairstyles.net

Somehow I want the whole middle section of hair on my head to be erect. Haha, erect. I actually want the length of the erection to be atleast six inches, naturally. Oh my I'm quite descriptive tonight. But hopefully you get the picture. Anyway, my dilemma is the length of my hair currently is maybe three inches and as I said before I want it longer, but should I let it grow out and then cut it, or cut it now and shape it with future haircuts? What do you hair experts think? I'm VERY indecisive.

Everything's Better With Shredder.

2008-11-05T18:58:00.000-08:00

the t-shirt took three decades to complete
yes i'm being melodramatic
a huge THANKS to Camille for the shredded tee tutorial
compelled to use bullet-point format by roomie
those shorts used to be jeans in a light blue wash
i bleached them yesterday
currently watching the Top Design finale
=]

A Revolutionary Race.

2008-11-04T20:22:00.000-08:00

Well girls, it's been a historic election and evermore a historic win! I'm watching McCain's speech now, and I truly commend him in his genuine words in congratulating Obama. I hope you're all ready for a brand new day.

Balenciaga Spotting.

2008-11-03T11:31:00.000-08:00

I finally found the stills of Lindsay Lohan in Balenciaga on the set of Ugly Betty. Well I think I'm more excited to see them more than anyone else mainly because it's nice to see a designer's work appreciated beyond the norm of the exclusive fashion circle.

She wears a Balenciaga SS08 top and a Hervé Léger by Max Azria FW 08 dress. The shoes look annoyingly familiar, but I can't identify them. Princess points for whoever does.

Fierce, no?
I'm glad Ugly Betty's costume designer Eduardo Castro used the top for the episode's outdoor scenes, because this is what it looks like on the runway in an enclosed area:

The vividity of the top's color under the sun is much more appealing than the washed-out runway look. I think it's so important to showcase statement pieces to their highest degrees, especially when you're wearing Balenciaga. Anyway, I hope this post was as impressionable for you as it was enjoyable for me to compose.

*Post-edit: I always forget to give a photo credit!
Lindsay photos from heaayah.
Balenciaga runway from http://www.style.com/

**POST post-edit: Thanks to my darling Reggie in Guam who identified Lohan's shoes as Pierre Hardy FW 08. THANKSS REGG!

Chopped & Screwed.

2008-11-02T21:07:00.000-08:00

HECKKKAA obsessed with T-Pain's & Luda's "Chopped & Screwed." Geeze, talk about Cali slang, and homeboy doesn't even live there. Oh well, some things are worth biting.

Today in church, my Chaplin focused his homily on what happens next after this physical life on earth, eventually discussing our ultimate happiness being shared with God in Heaven. Though I see myself as a somewhat-devout Catholic, I couldn't keep focus on the topic but thought further and wondered if I do make it to my ultimate happiness with God (as I intend to), do I live with him and his people forever, for all of eternity? I mean, what is life after death? I certainly don't question my church's teachings, however I am a very inquisitive person, and I just want to know what's in store for me. Thinking about the future of our world and who knows, the worlds proceeding us is quite frightening to me, but naturally, the future of this lifetime, of my lifetime is accordingly unknown. I just pray to God that I'm ready for anything.

Dexter.

2008-10-31T21:38:00.000-07:00

As if I had to dress up to play a nerd. Haha!

My sister as a doll. Adorable, no? My mom totally found her dress at the Goodwill for $4. In other news, we can all listen to Christmas music unshamefully now! Who's with me? Haha.

Recent Finds.

2008-10-30T21:35:00.000-07:00

Left: mine. Right: sisters.

I kind of wanted to explode when my sister held these red boots up to me. Thank you to whoever designed it, to whoever manufactured it, to whoever bought it, and to whoever donated it to the Goodwill. Except it pains me to say that my sister doesn't really care if she wears them or not. It's probably just something exciting for her to stumble upon as it works it's way to the back of her closet. But don't worry girls, I have plans for these bad boys. Just you wait.

My ankle boots are actually womens--surprising, I know. But you better believe I greased my hooves for them. My brother wore them in my last post, and they actually look better on him since he resembles a twig. Oh, how it pays to be thin and lanky.

A Family Affair.

2008-10-30T20:55:00.000-07:00

Is it horrible that I convince my siblings to take part in my daily photo sessions? My not-so-little brother debuts my thrifted maroon cardigan and incredible cognac-colored ankle boots.

& HOLY fashion did anyone catch tonight's Ugly Betty? I died. Seriously, for like thirty seconds. As many of you probably know (if you watch Ugly Betty), Lindsay Lohan's last episode aired tonight and bitch went out with a bang! She freaking wore one of those Spring 08 structured tops from Balenciaga in the final scenes. I am trying to find a still of the scene on the internet for those of you who didn't catch it, but it just aired tonight so maybe within the next week it'll surface. I'm still piddling in my panties because I don't think anybody understands my affinity for the brand. It's so much more than fashion to me. It's about perfect and impeccable craftsmanship and a revolutionary era of dressing. I did kind of want to smack the stylist who dressed Lindsay because the top was very loose compared to the structured fit on the runway. But whatever I'm not going to let it ruin this high. Ha!

Sometimes I think I'm Karlie Kloss.

2008-10-29T01:42:00.000-07:00

...& then I wake up and realize my mind's been playing dirty tricks on me again.

*Excuse my death stares.

I finally found a blazer my size in mint condition surprisingly at the Goodwill, complete with a dry cleaners ticket pinned to the tag from it's previous owner. I am well aware that the blazer trend has been exhausted by many stylish bloggers alike, though Wendy from Hand It Over prompted me to continue the hunt because she just wears them so well. Anyway with mine, the fit through the forearms is pretty tight when the sleeves are cuffed, so I feel very constricted in it. But I'm a slave to fashion so whatever.

I've actually been thrifting quite regularly within the past couple weeks. I mean, I'm only limited to the Goodwill because being in the cesspit of podunk towns, there is no such thing as variety. During my trip to San Antonio last weekend, my mom tickled my fancy and took my siblings and I to our old town's Goodwill where I found the blazer, while my mom found some pants and a pair of shoes, and my sister, a blazer for herself. Then after lunch on my birthday, my mom took me to another Goodwill in the next town over. What I love about thrift stores, especially the Goodwill, is that you find different things at every store location, unlike brand stores where their merchandise is the same at every location. Here I found two oversized cardigans, a pair of shoes while my sister found some KILLER and I mean KILLER red boots very reminiscent of Rumi's Chloe stompers, plus her Halloween costume. I photographed them tonight actually, but I'll save em for a later post.

Well this entry is becoming a novel with every proceeding word, so I shall now retire to my pillows.

The Twist.

2008-10-27T23:18:00.000-07:00

Being a goof while thrifting.

I wanted to do something different with a scarf because my knowledge of scarf-wrapping techniques only extends to the V and wrap or the non-chalant toss over. With my scarf today I twisted both ends, stuck one end in my front pocket and tucked the other end into the back of my cardigan. I hope my execution isn't dowdy, but I know you fashion folk will tell me the truth. =]

The Birthday Dinner.

2008-10-27T22:36:00.000-07:00

Unfortunately, my youth has been surrendered to time, and now I am an old hag. Haha! It didn't hit me until my mom was approaching me with a delicious-looking birthday cake lit with two separate candles claiming my age: 2 0. I think I almost fainted when I saw it in front of my face, tangible and whole. But whatever, because I KNOW I have gained insight on life and all that important theoretical knowledge especially over these past two years. I am glad I am one to mature with age, though I will always hold on to my youth. Anyway, my more than amazing mom cooked me some of my favorite dishes for my birthday dinner, all to include garlic fried rice, honey walnut shrimp, and pancit palabok which is a noodle dish from the Filipino cuisine. Oh and all my cousins have called me and continue to call me Jey Boy, but when I introduced myself to one cousin I hadn't seen in a while, he confused himself and added another Jey obviously making it Jey Jey Boy. It's stuck in the family since then. Haha! I love you mom, and thank you again for a memorable day!

[My mom bought me a sweet necklace for which I've been lusting ever since I first laid eyes on it.]
[My Everythings.]
[My Hero.]

Here's to another twenty years!

San Antone.

2008-10-24T23:22:00.000-07:00

San Antonio. USAF basic training graduation. Not many pictures. Apologize for grammatical lethargy.

This was one of four aisles overwhelmingly stocked with sunglasses at our old town's flea market. I was anticipating my reaction if I found some MMM knockoff mask sunglasses, but it didn't happen.

Being a tourist at my mom's favorite restaurant, delicious boba drink in hand.

So proud of him!

Grandpa sweaters.

2008-10-22T15:08:00.000-07:00

I know this outfit doesn't do my sweater any justice, but my wardrobe is VERY limited due to airline weight limitations. HA! That's no reason for looking tore up. Anyway, if you didn't read my last post, I scored this sweater at the Goodwill a couple of days ago. It probably looks better on my sister with some black tights and heels, but she's over my impromptu photoshoots.

& I really appreciate all of you stopping by CitrusCoffee.
ya'll da bitnesssss!

I've already been to the mall + Drama at the Goodwill.

2008-10-20T23:34:00.000-07:00

I apologize in advance for the annoyingly lengthy text.

I took my sister to an interview she had at the mall today, and I secretly HATE going to malls for very complicated reasons. I tried to type it just now, but I am unable to put into words how uncomfortable I feel every time I am in a mall. There's just like a mirage of plasticity by which I am enveloped even as I start to approach the entrance, with sales associates bombarding you the moment you set foot in their store, all for the hustle of a sale or an accumulation of commission. A simple greeting would suffice, but noooooooo. I feel accosted within every consumer/merchandiser interaction. I mean, I understand people have to work especially now in the midst of a recession, but damn. Jump off my goods sonn!

Anyway, after my sister's interview, my mom had a bag of stuff for us to donate to the Goodwill to which we responded very willingly as we LOVE the Goodwill. Usually, I'll head off to the mens section and my sister of course to the womens, but we stayed together this time and we gathered some great pieces actually. My sister pulled from the rack an electric-blue cardigan which I'm sure was someone's uniform in it's previous lifetime, and I found a Grandpa sweater with an awful 80s print that I just had to get it. I just hope I can integrate these two pieces into my wardrobe.

I found the mustard shirt which is a size 3XL but looks excellent with a skinny belt cinched below the bust. My sister found the magenta turtle-neck dress which was also quite large for her, but I convinced her we could take it in since the waist was elastic. The print skirt she held up to me as a joke, and I immediately fell in love and told her to try it on. Go figure, she ended LOVING it claiming it her favorite piece at the register after trying it on. The teal skirt is also a beauty with it's pleats. Both skirts would be worn as dresses.

Now I just hope we make an effort to alter these pieces because my sister has a tendency to leave things unworn, useless in her closet. Oh, funny story: as my sister was trying on her clothes, I was right outside her door trying on my finds which I probably looked crazy doing. Anyway, I had about six pieces hanging on a rack to my right and I would have to take a step to the right in order to be in front of the mirror. So as I was trying on my fourth piece, some random older lady walks up directly in front of the rack and grabs a navy uniform top which, by the way, I had intentions of trying on. She looks at it for like three seconds and strolls along. I didn't want to throw down in the Goodwill, not that I would have anyway, but homegirl took my top! And what upsets me the most is that she told one of the workers she was going to wear it for Halloween, and I had some serious plans to wear that as part of a regular outfit. UGHHH. I bet on anything that after Halloween, she'll donate it back to the Goodwill, and I will be reunited with my what-was-meant-to-be.

Check Yourself.

2008-10-18T22:19:00.000-07:00

Dinner with my mommas and my sister tonight at the most authentic Italian restaurant in Central TX: Olive Garden. As we were being seated, I passed a waiter who looked me straight up and down like I was some alien. Which is fine because he's probably never seen anyone this damn gorgeous in his life. Haha nahh but as I passed him and caught him glaring at me, I voiced very loudly to him "Lovess it, right?" Ugh, douche.

My siblangs lumberjacking it.

Eggplant & Multicolor Plaid.

2008-10-17T21:10:00.000-07:00

Sorry if this is similar to my previous posts' outfit; I promise I rotate my wardrobe in even intervals, and I took that picture about a month ago anyway. Haha! My sister WERRKING it in the last picture.

And to all two of you who asked about my dilemma with heartbreakers: I encountered a situation where I was led on by someone with no intentions to pursue a relationship with me, and I take intimacy VERY seriously so naturally I was quite heartbroken. That's all--but thanks for caring to ask ya'll!

Get Sillay.

2008-10-16T19:38:00.000-07:00

Sometimes you need to phunk it up.

& you really made my day Rumi, really! =]]]

Edit: To all you heartbreakers out there, I hope our paths never cross. =[

Project Runway crowns a Queen.

2008-10-15T19:00:00.000-07:00

WAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Congratulations to Leann Marshall, winner of the fifth season of Project Runway. You guys should have seen the look on Kenley's face when Heidi told her she was out. Bitch ya out!!

>>What did ya'll think of the outcome?

Fall plans.

2008-10-13T21:58:00.000-07:00

I woke up this morning to a somber and desolate neighborhood, PERFECT for taking pictures. It is tricky, however, to conduct a photo sesh without a photographer, but I still decided to hoist my camera onto a wooden gate and let 10-second timers do the work. The pictures were horrid, so I dragged my sister unwillingly outside to play photographer yet again before sunset. I usually never mention the composition of my outfits, but I found this comfortable flannel shirt in addition to a red-and-black one at WalMart, both for $5.00 ea. Lovesss. Oh, and please excuse the puffiness of my face; I got cellulite injections that morning. Please notice my sarcasm.

Silhouette.

2008-10-12T12:09:00.000-07:00

My recent addiction: scarves. I kind of never cared for them until I bought one in Korea, and the lady who sold it to me showed me how to wear it. Ever since, I've been leaving every store I visit with yards of beautiful prints or captivating colors. And I'm sure this addiction will continue throughout winter. The houndstooth was my first purchase, and the last one is obviously for Christmas. Festive, no?

Today's get-up.

Ferosha Coutura.

2008-10-11T18:30:00.000-07:00

Project Runway Season 4 Winner Christian Siriano's Spring 09 Collection. Isn't it ferocious? Christian's my girl so of course I'm going to love it. But even if he wasn't, I still think he did such an amazing job with his debut collection. Though I think the third look has a touch of Lanvin especially with the flared top. According to an interview with Christian on YouTube, his collection for BlueFly sold out in one day. That's how you do fierce darlings.

*Photos from www.nymag.com

Quarantined.

2008-10-10T23:27:00.000-07:00

*Disregard my facial expressions in the photos. I was mid-air in the first, and constipated in the second. HA! Only kidding.

Tonight, after initial decline, I watched a movie with my sister and a couple of cool cats including a ferociously-dressed Lauren and her husband John. I am honestly opposed to public outings especially at night, and it's because I'm severely timid amongst crowds of people. Though I figured since it was Friday night, I'd tag along. I thought it was impossible to compact cackling induced scenes then shrieking induced scenes into a single movie, back and forth nonetheless. But I guess the movie Quarantine proved me wrong. Nevermind the obnoxiously loud row of hoodlums behind us and the attention-seeking gob of ignorance to our right (who, by the way, stood up at one point in the movie with his hands raised as if the characters pixelated onscreen could reciprocate his gesture), because I couldn't stop myself from yelling or laughing amidst the volume of everyone else. If you do intend on seeing it, it's quite graphic and filmed entirely by the cameraman in the movie, so it's pretty hard to keep focused.

Anyway, I did almost have a bitch fit when the movie ended. As we were getting up to leave, a girl in front of us dropped her cup of slush which splattered onto everything and everyone around her, including my jeans and my wrists, but I kind of just mumbled something to myself and got up to leave. I laughed as I was walking out with my sister because I remembered that when she dropped the cup, most of the slush became close friends with her face, so that justified my decision to pull back and not verbally harass the poor girl. A cold facial was punishment enough.

Untitled.

2008-10-10T16:39:00.000-07:00

I want to apologize for not linking any of you if you've asked me to; I honestly don't know how to navigate myself around this website yet, so I'm quite unfamiliar with how to do it. Surely I'll figure it out one day. My apologies!

Bowties & Army Boots.

2008-10-09T20:28:00.000-07:00

The eighth one is my favorite because I look like I'm missing a chromosome. Okay, so that wasn't very nice. I'm sorry. But I really wanted to show the necklace I was wearing. Anyway, since my sister has retired posing as my 'muse', I had a Naomi Campbell moment and decided that I would be her successor. Mwahahaha. God I'm so lame.

& thanks to all three and a half of you who actually read this. I really do appreciate your comments =]] Oh and Chelsea Handler is the reason for my bladder problems.

Mannequin.

2008-10-08T22:58:00.000-07:00

This was taken some time ago in Guam. Though I am wearing a sweater, it was a hot mess outside as it is every day.

Exploiting my goods for the sake of hotel marketing. HA! Only kidding. Dancing poolside at the Lotte Hotel Jeju in Jeju Island, Korea. Obviously I'm the one on the far right. Question, does Leann Marshall from Project Runway 5 remind any of you of Rumi from Fashion Toast? That's all.

V I S C O S I T Y !

2008-10-07T01:24:00.000-07:00

Guilty pleasure: ANTM. Though none of winners have ascended to our perspective of high fashion, some of these girls are pretty ferocious. My pick for this cycle is Lauren Brie. Bitch is fierce!

*Photos from http://www.cwtv.com

I apologize for the lack of outfit posts lately. I have tried to put looks together with my lackluster wardrobe, but it's impossible to compile something out of nothing. So I have dragged my sister into it, and she has lost all interest as of late. I am planning a photosesh for myself this week, so keep an eye out! (And I just realized that my favorite form of constructing sentences is compound. HA!) Freakin' nerd.

Signé Chanel.

2008-10-06T17:01:00.001-07:00

I usually try to wait a day before I post something new, but I'm so piddling in my panties right now to share this with you. Okay it's probably not that impressionable, but I've kind of been waiting to stumble upon something like this. Sundance documented the daily life in the powerhouse that is CHANEL. The mini-series follows Lagerfeld and his team as they develop and build a new collection, well that's as far as I got anyway.

Please tell me none of you have seen it yet? Or just lie to me and tell me I'm a great source even if I found it from somebody else (theFashionSpot) who found it months ago. haha. Anyway, enjoy the genius of Signé Chanel.

Lanvin plays Bejeweled.

2008-10-06T00:43:00.000-07:00

I will probably have to revisit the collection at a later time. My current state of mind is veering towards the road called awkward, and I wouldn't want that to affect how I truly feel about Lanvin. But for now, I'm sure these photos will suffice.

Post-edit: All photos from www.style.com
I have to remember to credit more often!

be mine, VALENTINO?

2008-10-03T22:44:00.000-07:00

VALENTINO was amazing, to say the least. After seeing the entire collection, I felt like there was a bit of Chloe and Marchesa in a majority of the looks, like Facchinetti's circular beaded embellishments could easily be integrated in Chloe's Spring 2007 show, and the sheer elegance of the show's evening wear corresponds directly with Marchesa's aesthetic, which I believe is the highest form of soft yet powerful beauty. [TAKE BREATH HERE.] And before I am stoned to death for comparing a maestro couturier to younger developing brands, lend me an explanation.

I guess since most designers/brands have a certain look that is presented from season to season, it's just surprising to see that look executed in a different way on someone else's runway. For example, Chanel has usually shown a form of their tweed jacket for many fashion weeks past and probably will show in the future, and I assume that many of you would be alarmed if you saw that namesake tweed jacket on say a Gareth Pugh runway. Of course that would never happen considering the distinct design perspectives from either brand, but hopefully the point is made. Or maybe I'm just speaking with an exaggerated pretense because of this: http://www.bryanboy.com/bryanboy_le_superstar_fab/2008/10/natalia-vodianova-balenciaga-spring-2009.html

Despite my whole ordeal with designers being 'inspired' by other designers, I am quite happy to say that Valentino has to be a top 3 for me amongst all the designers who have already shown, for now anyway.
When I review collections, I usually save my favorite looks on my computer for further use or reference, and quite honestly, I would say that I have only saved 2-3 looks from each collection this season, even Balenciaga and the Lord knows how much I love the damn brand. Though for Valentino, here are my saved favorite looks:

And of course the details. The neckpiece and the bracelet are my favorites.

All photos from www.style.com

Don't mess with the girl who wears those gloves; she'll run your satin.
=]

Jetset.

2008-10-02T23:52:00.000-07:00

Parisian Fashion Week hasn't completely blown my panties off, so I figure I shall veer off the glossy runway into the abyss of my recent travels.

Just this past June, I was a participant in the 10th Festival of the Pacific Arts (FestPac)held every four years, this year in American Samoa. Concisely, the festival hosts 27 countries with intentions to maintain or even revive their respective cultural arts, if not to establish a community of pacific artists. Amongst the literary, culinary, visual, and crafting artists, I was one of 75 members in the performing arts delegation of course from Guam. It was an absolutely amazing and culturally awakening experience for me, and I am lucky to say that this was my second FestPac with my first one in New Caledonia eight years ago.

In a semi-indeginous ensemble; Utulei Beach, Amerika Samoa.

After my return from Samoa in early August, I had another trip to attend for my job in a little less than two weeks. For better comprehension, I work as a cultural performer at a resort in Guam, and the hotel sends my department on annual trips to Korea in hopes to expose the hotel to the Korean market. Anyway, within those two weeks, I had an entire show to learn which usually takes months to perfect, and I was still practicing numbers before our shows even in Korea. It was an INTENSE 13 day trip in which my boss managed to compact 48 shows. Luckily, we de-stressed with timed shopping adventures wherever there were vendors, and I about died at the International Market in Busan. Rows upon rows of dirt-cheap goods that unfortunately came with very aggressive vendors lined the narrow streets of the market. On either side of the vendors, though, were rows upon rows of boutiques of course selling quality merchandise with hefty price-tags. Our liaison told us that it would normally take the entire day to thoroughly walk the market, and you guessed it, we did it in two hours. I highly recommend Korea's shopping to deplete your bank account =]

Just beautiful.

My co-workers and I after our shopping adventures.

And finally, when I came back from Korea, I had to pack my bags yet again to leave in two weeks to Texas; talk about JETSET.

Technicalities.

2008-10-01T21:13:00.000-07:00

Balenciaga SS09

3.1 Phillip Lim

I've actually had some of these pictures stored in my computer for a couple weeks now, but I still think they're 'blog-worthy.' To reiterate, I'm still completely confounded by Balenciaga's footwear, so please tell me you fashion folk are as well. And heller, the clutches look as if they've been soaked in unicorn blood ... well the unicorns from Harry Potter anyway.

I'm pretty sure if my goods were of the female anatomy, I'd spend the entirety of my income on Lim's gladiators. Is that snakeskin? I'm sure it's something reptilian. And those metallic-silver patent-leather (shall I go on?) heels with a perfectly proportioned floral embellishment as its face? I would sooo tranny it up with those someday. HA!

To conclude, my sister has become VERY irritated with my constant inquiries for her to try on clothes, and since her excitement for photoshoots is depleting, I need to take advantage of her cooperation NOW before she entirely expels me as her stylist.

Okay one more thing:

Notice something vicious about this picture?
Oh how it pays to be a towering glass of skinny.
*All photos from www.style.com

"And you have no style or sense of fashion."
"Well, I think that's--"
"No no. That wasn't a question."

The Backyardigans.

2008-09-30T23:02:00.000-07:00

Goodness I'm glad to have a beautiful sister! haha. She thought she looked like a geek with the glasses on (which were my intentions in styling this look), but I happen to think she pulled them off quite well. She wanted to change, and this is what I came up with. Oh, sorry about the horrible lighting. I wanted to catch her with the sun going down; unfortunately, darkness had already fallen and homegirl took WAYYY too long to get ready anyway.

I believe the past few days of forcing my sister to pose for these mini photo shoots have justified my masked compulsions to become a stylist. In fact, I declared these compulsions to my mom today to which she responded very agreeingly.

Off to bed now; my eyelids beckon.

BALENCIAGA madness.

2008-09-30T21:04:00.000-07:00

The time is here people. Nicholas Ghesquiere finally showed earlier today in Paris. I'm literally reviewing the collection as I type. Despite her public announcements to retire, Natalia Vodianova opened the show for the brand in a very structured, sublty-ruched dusty rose-colored dress with an impression directly atop her stomach. In the honest words of bryanboy, care bears is dat chu? Now that I have seen the entire collection, I have come to the conclusion that Ghesquiere's aesthetic for the brand from season to season is futurism. Even before his Futurism collection in Spring of '07, his pieces were always synonymous with the aesthetic.
This season though, Ghesquiere used skin-tight bodysuits under every look, awkward yet visually stimulating panelling for most of his bodices and even his pants, and at first glance, very confusing shoes--they actually reminded of marc jacobs' misplaced heel shoe as far as theory. Anyway, what confounded me was that the foot part of the bodysuit was exposed, but you could see the heel and the platform sitting directly under the foot as if it was a part of our anatomy. I mean HELLER! It's pretty amazing. Another surprising element on the Balenciaga runway was that Ghesquiere added a total of seven menswear looks to his usually all-women show.

All photos from www.style.com
The second look is my favorite simply because of the neckline.

Skyscrapers

2008-09-30T01:53:00.000-07:00

Christian Louboutin for Rodarte SS09

It's probably quite late for this shoe post, but c'mon, it's freakin' Rodarte. Unfortunately, I don't remember anything from the collection except these chain-linked bad boys, and of course Abbey Lee getting some face time with the cement. LEVVVS it! But don't you think these shoes are a little reminiscent of Balenciaga's futurism collection? I'm just saying. And why do I continuously find myself referencing the brand? Because Ghesquiere's a mother effing genius.

that's all.

EPIPHANIES, but not really.

2008-09-28T22:36:00.000-07:00

I feel like a considerable amount of designers for this Spring season have referenced Nicholas Ghesquiere's structured silhouettes from Balenciaga's Spring '08 collection. I think because Ghesquiere constructed most of his tops with an exaggerated cap shoulder, designers want to keep reinventing it, personally without success so far. Though, I think the evolution of Fashion Week has convinced designers to have a general idea that clothes should continue to be reinvented without ever having them first become timeless. I mean honestly, what people have the financial backing to continually 'refurbish' the contents in their closets from season to season other than the fashion elite and celebrities? This subject has forced me to think about why the fashion industry is so highly coveted amongst the norm of a general public, and I have finally arrived at the obvious theory that it is the exclusivity of the brand that empowers this very industry. You wouldn't just stumble across MMM's Incognito sunglasses at Macy's; then again, I wouldn't be surprised if street-vendors started selling them in a couple months thanks to our enslaved workers in the third-world.

Marni SS09
I just thought this picture was painfully entertaining, and if I have to point out why, just shoot me.

Lastly, I am angrily waiting for Balenciaga & Lanvin to show. Hurry up boys!

Lamp Posts

2008-09-27T23:26:00.000-07:00

i feel like everybody atleast once should have a photoshoot at night.

meet my sister

and my brother; i love em.

My mom, my sister and I went to a birthday party earlier this evening, and this is what we wore. Question: Do you fashion bloggers feel awkward when you're trying to take a picture in the street and people are suddenly becoming in your vicinity? I sure as hell do. =]

Mom's pants

2008-09-24T22:37:00.001-07:00

I think this photo is quite hilarious actually.
here's why:
-I'm trying to be like rumi or any of you other fierce posers (the good kine poser!) out there.
-and I am SOOO wearing my mom's pants ... for the sake of this post. ha!

& I'm going to have a BryanBoy moment and have a BF about my skin--my cheeks are completely unfortunate looking [you can probably tell a fraction by the picture] as of the moment and have been for the past morethanfew months. I have heard of countless amounts of remedies, but lethargy consumes my ability to even start an acne solution. UGH whatevs.

Random, but check out how adorable, and chic might I add, this girl is. Teen Vogue found her at the Peter Jensen show sponsored by Topshop. Her name is Lucy, and she wears her favorite Topshop dress. Homegirl is only 14. WHADDUP!

A Much Needed Introduction

2008-09-23T22:06:00.000-07:00

First, I feel like descriptions hardly suffice the entirety of my being (mostly because I'm bigger in words than in real life!); however, an introduction is necessary.

My name is Jey Q., and I am completely consumed with fashion and it's ever-growing industry. I am less eloquent in person than I am on paper, so if YOU meet me, I apologize in advance for my stuttering speech. Unlike other successful fashion bloggers, I am not dressed impeccably each day, though I would be if my finances allowed for it. However, when I do gather enough items to compose a look, I'll be sure to post it. So without further adieu, please join me in my adventures [or lack thereof] in fashion and throughout my life in the days laid before me.

Sunglasses, Necklaces, Leggings: Acquired throughout Korea
Shirt: Thrifted
Socks: UNIQLO -- Busan, Korea
Shoes: Shoe Mart, Guam.

escaLATER.
--Jey Q.