Sunday, May 12, 2013

Mummy

It's been approximately two years since my mother gathered her things, cut off her business ties, and booked it to China. No, not really, it's not that dramatic. I also don't think she actually cut off any business ties. But for the past two years, she's been working a two to three year job at a Chinese architecture firm. That means she gets to work on designing multi-story hotels, office buildings, and in general far more grandiose fare than she created here. I don't blame her, because the stagnating housing market in America (five years ago) looked like child's play when compared to the booming industry in China.

Though I miss her and I really haven't spent any meaningful time with her since... freshman summer, or even before starting college, I'm incredibly proud of her for chasing her dreams and working so hard to achieve her goals. For anybody in the work force who is a bit older than the fresh-faced new graduates and young workers, keeping up with the standard pace is a noteworthy struggle. Cheers to my mother for her immense mental strength and work ethic, who goes into work on the weekends, and has a will as resilient as steel.

She is also quite a fashionable lady. I went digging through old photo albums and found two representative photos from her college days:



No wonder I am often tempted to steal things from her closet. Hm... wonder what happened to that royal blue coat...

From her, I inherited a love for style, art, composition, and also looking at beautiful architecture pictures on tumblr. She calibrated my moral compass; she keeps me in check, she forgives, and is endlessly giving and inspiring. Love you so much.

Happy Mother's day!


Friday, May 10, 2013

Bridge Over Smelly Water


When does going home ever start to feel like coming home? Is it when you open the door to your childhood house after a long absence? Is it when you see old friends, visit old haunts, do all the things that you once did before? Only now, you're older, and life has churned and shifted into a new suspension... Or can you never recapture that feeling, the settled, quiescent placation in your head that you are, indeed, where you should be? But then again, do you need such feelings at all?

Those are some questions I've been asking myself now that I've been immersed in the strange ten-day haze that is my proper summer vacation. Over the past week (and for the next three days), I've seen old friends with sometimes unrecognizable new lives, done a few things I did back in high school but... like, anachronistically (gone movie-hopping in our theatre in the middle of noon on a monday, bubble tea in the middle of the night, Starbucks and just driving around with Catherine.. but we're old, and feeding bad shopping habits in a ghost town shopping mall).

Is May the month where homecoming college kids quietly take over the town, re-immersing themselves into a suburbia that knocks the wind right out of their sails? By June, we're on to greener pastures.

Babbling aside, there's a bridge down the street from where I live that connects our neighborhood to a "sister" neighborhood. I call it a bridge because fences flanked the passageway, and technically it crossed over a huge cylindrical sewer pipe containing a little creek. Both sides of the bridge used to be swathed in trees and in my middle school days, I'd jump the wobbly plastic fence and venture down through the woods to visit the little creek and breathe in the smell of... well, sewage. It was pretty gross, actually. During my last year of high school, the huge pipe broke and the road caved in. For a while there was a huge sinkhole, but this time when I came back, they rebuilt everything and removed all the trees surrounding the creek, leaving this picturesque little clearing. Perfect to take pictures in!



I got a little bit of street style (or, um, off-road style HAHAHAHA) with Catherine. I really loved her top, the lace detailing was incredibly intricate and I thought the see-through lace was flirty and mysterious. But it wasn't cheap boring lace patterns like I've sometimes seen (and quickly discarded). Really awesome patterns. She also had these awesome, thrifted kitten heels that kind of kept sinking into the dirt, so that was bad, though the heels themselves were cute and otherwise practical. We took a few photos and ran before the mosquitoes could come out in full force and feast upon our flesh.

To orient you, this is Catherine mid-twirl. LOOK AT THAT LACE DETAILING.
I didn't notice until I edited these photos, but Catherine is really pale (not a bad thing! most Asians consider this a compliment...=_=) Add to that the fact that these photos were a little bit over-exposed, she was practically glowing. In a pulsating light from within kind of way. 



Here, we have Catherine in her natural habitat. As we can tell, she is rather unperturbed by the camera's presence. She seems to be freaking a leaf.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Quiet In the Afternoon

I don't know if you have noticed, but we'rreeeeee back! At least for now. I remember embarking on my Junior Year with the idealistic optimism of a can-do attitude. I told myself, I can do it all! I can ace all my classes and the MCAT and do research and other necessary things all the while maintaining a street style blog AND a social life; aren't I just the best? Well, spoiler alert, didn't happen, but you already knew that. So I make no promises for Senior year. Secretly I was hoping to take a breather this year but I've had many grad students warn me (they love to burst any and all bubbles that I may be sporting) that it doesn't get easier, and in fact may get even more difficult. I believe them... :c. I love this blog though. I've forgotten many of its birthdays and anniversaries and other miscellaneous milestones (i.e. actually making posts) but it is in my heart every day.

On to the post. Shift dresses are so interesting. I don't think they've got the most flattering silhouettes, mostly because every time you move, the dress "shifts" with you, and for some reason all the "lines" you've got under it just become pronounced. At the same time there's something lovely about the straight cut, almost like a trapezoidal sack that you hang from your shoulders. That sounds un-lovely but what I mean to say is that it's rather a simple affair: unassuming and somewhat humble, a casual ease. It's kind of boyish or androgynous and so reminiscent of Twiggy. However, I don't weigh under 100 lbs, and my legs are a bit more branchy than twiggy so it doesn't have that same striking effect. Also, I can't do eye make up worth shit. Thank god I had these huge white sunnies to hide behind.

I really do love the shift dress + white socks + wingtip oxfords look, though, straight stole it from Suzie in Moonrise Kingdom. I tried to stay true to the mod look but my hair wasn't really having it, as it is often wont to do.


I look like I'm on the cover of a Murakami novel here and I LOVE IT.







Sunnies - 80s Purple
Oxfords - Modcloth
Shift Dress - Forever21
Socks - UO
Necklace - Mummy