With all the characteristic architecture in San Francisco, it’s hard to resist lurking in building doorways especially when I’ve found one to match my outfit. (Did I hear an ‘AMEN’? No? What about an ‘I guess…’? Yeah? Close enough.)

To me, there is nothing classier or more interesting than a monochrome ensemble in varying shades of brown. This can range from creamy beige to autumnal rust to a toasty brown, with the color choice contingent on the season and/or occasion.  It’s a no-brainer for pairing and even when matched with different shades in its spectrum, the effect is not lost.



Anytime I need to throw some spice on an outfit, I pull on these leopard pants. They're my go-to lazy day cheat-wear cuz they're lightweight and such a comfortable loose fit which, combined, plays a key role in my basic right to happiness. 



Turtleneck sweater, similar / Leather mini skirt, similar / Zip booties, similar

Due to some recent compulsions with ridding my room of clutter, I've managed to clear out a good 70% of my wardrobe without preparing for the inevitable... Having no clothes*.
*less clothes

However, with the onset of sale season, I'm slowly starting to accumulate a more curated selection of basics and shopping with the mindset that quality transcends quantity. Zara's biannual sale has had me lured downtown more times than I care to admit these past few weeks and it's fruitless trying to avoid Nordstrom during the midst of their Anniversary Sale. I picked up a couple of these perforated leather slip-ons and have been breaking them in slowly so that they're comfortable enough for the innumerable distances I plan to walk when I visit China in the fall.



san francisco restaurant tea lounge

Zara button up denim shirt, similar here & here / Faded black denim jeans, similar here / Zara sandals, similar here & here

I'm gonna jump out of chronological order here and skip over Independence Day festivities to gush about my new favorite nook. My beloved little cranny. The chalk of my cognitive town. Samovar Tea Lounge.

Months ago, during one of my exhaustive Yelping sessions, I discovered Samovar. Since then, I've made a handful of reservations at the Yerba Buena Gardens location only to cancel at the last minute because of no reason whatsoever. 

Last week, a girlfriend of mine flew back from Michigan for a quick visit so I took it upon the both of us to finally commit. There's a quaint location in Hayes Valley about 15 minutes walking distance from my apartment so we braved wind and mist and trekked it. As we walked in, we were greeted with some pretty resounding yoga music and welcome warmth. Both plusses. From there, we took a cozy corner and decided on the Moorish Tea Service with Masala Chai and a plate of raw honeycomb with assorted cheeses and fruits. I'm no food critic so I'm just gonna let the fact that I returned four days later with my boyfriend in tow speak for itself. It's also been decided - with no objection from boyfriend - that this visit is to become a biweekly thing.

It is also important to mention -- as this is, first and foremost, a fashion blog -- that I wore the same outfit on both occasions.



squid ink pasta seafood shrimp italian recipe

Once every so often I like to try my hand at a fancy dish. And when it comes out well, I like to side-eye whoever's in company while we're eating for signs of positive appraisal as validation that I have outdone myself.

In this instance, I made squid ink pasta in a creamy lemon and white wine sauce with shrimp, truffle salt, and nearly an entire bag of italian parsley. Since the company at hand was my boyfriend, I took a comparatively less subtle approach at gauging his assessment by directing my gaze at him at every other bite and asking "ISN'T THIS GOOD?" both proudly and obnoxiously.

For those interested, the dish was based off of this recipe from Lemons & Anchovies but with some minor adjustments (shortcuts.) I.e. I seasoned with truffle salt during cooking instead of drizzling with truffle oil to finish, and I used the shrimp shells from my peeled shrimp and cooked it in chicken stock in place of clam juice and/or fish stock.



Forever 21 tie up blouse & shorts // Nike Roshe Run // Celine 'Thin Mary' Sunglasses

When it's 80 degrees out and your boyfriend's about 12 years old (AT HEART), the natural thing to do is spend nine hours at a county fair fulfilling your heart's desire of unlimited carnival fare. Case in point, we had a corn dog for breakfast and an iced chai latte good enough to rival the real deal.

I'm still trying to piece together how we managed 9+ hours at a mid-sized county fair but with highlights like racing piglets (pretty torn about the animal rights/treatment aspect) and two exhibition halls filled with "As Seen On TV" merchandise merged with the staunch resistance to leaving before dusk (pretty carnival lights!), we were pretty much committed as soon as we stepped foot onto the fairgrounds.