WORN: Dress – Laju; Booties – Bamboo Hai. I’ve been laying low, for no other reason that to enjoy the good weather in LA. AKA the torrential downpour that all the flowers and my soul have been craving. That is to say, we had thunder and lightning and all the beauty for a whole two hours this morning before the California sunshine blew away all … Continue reading Springing
I haven’t had much time this year to think (which is probably a good thing,) let alone do laundry or take all my clothes to be mended and dry-cleaned. This is partially because like work is so like busy or like whatever. Just kidding, it’s because I’ve been spending an inordinate amount of time staring in my dog’s golden eyes and “catching up” on all … Continue reading Grey on Grey
January was not the brightest beginning of 2016 for me, with the passing of icons, personal tumult and sheer exhaustion. I’m forcing February to be better. However, despite rather bleak moments, spending time with my friends proved the cure for, well, everything. The weekend after David Bowie’s passing, Grant, Elisa, Evan and I hit up BootieLA‘s tribute, but not before a photo shoot at home. … Continue reading Bowie.
I’ve been reading quite a bit about mindfulness, the power of positive thinking and good vibes. So I decided to take a break from my hum-drum grey/black/other neutral wardrobe for a burst of spring. What is they say? No bra, No problems? Here’s to hoping that’s true. xx Jumpsuit: Free People Continue reading Rose-Coloured Glasses
I’ll let you in on a little secret. When I was in high school, my favorite outfit was an over-sized Tweety Bird sweatshirt, bell-bottom jeans, a 6-foot long pink yarn scarf and purple bifocals. There aren’t even words to describe the tragedy of my pubescent self. I’ve improved slightly with age and newly gleaned skills in eyebrow plucking and makeup application. For instance, I … Continue reading Play On Basics
Welcome to the new Notes & Sojourns! The first iteration of this blog began when I lived abroad in London. I wanted some way to catalog my experiences, which mostly took the form of snapshots and mooning about boys back home. Later, it became a collection of snippets of consciousness and recipes. Then I turned 27. And my subconscious came reeling out with all the … Continue reading Welcome.