why so serious?

here's a question no one's asked before: 
why is it that the best ideas come in the middle of the night? 

last night as i lied in bed, i began drafting this entry in my head (i'm poetic by nature). i'd come up with a paragraph's worth of decent content before deciding to put a pin in it. i'd remember the bulk of it in the morning, i told myself, at which point i would expand on said decent content. 

i think we all know where this story is headed. 

May 5, Tuesday, 7:15am
cue me struggling to blink through sleep-shut eyes, contemplating the snooze button. my mind is cloudy; trying to determine events as dreams or reality. i remembered drifting off to an impressive arrangement of blog content - very exciting stuff. what did it entail...? IDK.

had i just bothered to roll to my left and input the data into my phone, i wouldn't be detailing the trivial goings-on of my obscure creation. but i hadn't. and not for naught.


jacket | isabel marant etoile
options here, here

turtleneck & jeans | zara
options here, here, here

sandals | renvy
options here, here, here

exactly a week ago, i'd slept over at a girlfriend's place. i'd been crashing and burning the week prior from coachella and had just beat the weeklong fatigue that follows it.
i was back on track.
that night, i tossed and turned. always on the brink of sleep but never fully.
the next morning i woke up with 10-lb eyelids and dark orbs under my eyes.
i shrugged it off and looked forward to a gratifying crash later that night.

no such luck.

a week later, i'm still struggling to fall asleep. and once asleep, to stay asleep.
i've spent each day with a ceaseless headache and ringing in my ears from 8a-11a.
the idea of insomnia has crossed my mind and you realize how easy it is to take life's simplest pleasures for granted. i.e., ability to sleep. (also i.e., bowel movements. foreal.) you never notice how essential these everyday functions are to your overall peace of mind until suddenly, you're lying awake in the middle of the night with heart palpitations wondering which direction you missed to Dreamland.

tonight is a new night. if more inspiring content wanders in, i'm inclined to let it go. screen activity is not conducive to my situation which is why i've deprived you today of what genius ideas i may have planned from the night before. 

brandishing aside any negative speculation about my physical state, i will play some ambient music, pop a couple of melatonin pills, and hope for the best.  


#BTS: Mute by Joanne Lu

last month i discovered two things: 
joanne lu and adobe photoshop.
it's not that i wasn't privy to the wonders of photoshop in the past, i just never took the time to investigate how to perform said wonders simply out of
pure dumbassedness.

since understanding how accessible photo "airbrushing" is (with lots of patience and if you're lucky, some anal retentiveness), i've carried out several self-portrait photo sessions just to practice my hand. i'll spare you the outcome - for now - but what i won't spare you are the results of these behind-the-scenes style shots i took while playing stylist (key grip?) on set of bobcutmag's editorial shoot for joanne's line, Mute.

in the spirit of giving credit where it's due, Mute is unisex creations, strong silhouettes, and unique classics. i also won't deny my asian pride in touting that joanne is a chinese designer operating out of san francisco. therefore, watch this space. you'll be seeing more of Mute sooner than later.

visit Mute by JL here
see BobCutMag shoot here


zara trench, turtleneck | karen walker harvest shades | h&m culottes | vintage stole | forever 21 heels

taking a breather from this manic monday to post photos of my culottes which draw a very fine line between flattering and diaper-butt depending on how much clothing i have tucked into them...


In the years I've lived in and frequented San Francisco, it's always been a challenge finding boutiques that offer unique (yet still wearable) apparel that doesn't drill holes into your piggybank and leave you questioning your priorities.

Up until a month ago, my sole destination for shopping needs was Union Square, where I'd stop at, not just one, but TWO whole Zara's in both the Westfield and Post Street locations. You know, just to make sure I didn't miss anything (clothing-FOMO).

This past Christmas as I was making some last-minute gift rounds in the Mission District, I walked into Thread Lounge*, where I encountered a suede tote of behemoth proportions. I left the store without the bag but only physically. The thing had hijacked my mind.

A month later, I returned to the store and preordered my rust colored knapsack (#veryrare) despite the fact that I seldom carry more than a cardholder and cell phone when I leave the house. A simple issue I will quickly remedy by tossing in my latest read, a MacBook Air (substantial yet mindfully light), and okay, I guess I should consider bringing around a pouch of makeup should any situations arise. Never mind any shoulder problems that are bound to occur from my efforts to compensate for the lack of personal belongings I shuttle around. I am powering up on my bag game and it's all downhill from here.


*Thread Lounge @ 124 Valencia St., San Francisco, CA

zara shirt, jeans, boots | thread lounge purse | gorjana necklace c/o rocksbox