I repeat … I will not … lose … my sparkle.

Whenever I scroll my feed, I’ve noticed fashion stories consistently trying to sell us the idea of shaping one’s style to fit into a certain category or aesthetic, but without any meaning behind it. Like a written out ingredient list with accompanying photos that get entered into an app that SOMEONE ELSE takes to the grocery store to get everything you need for dinner. And why do we feel like we must feel incomplete without the “Top 10 must-buys of the season”, nearly the same as last season and the season before? Fashion feels so pre-packaged without any room left for nuance, storytelling and connection, and THAT to me feels so much more incomplete. It’s like dressing requires the least amount of thinking nowadays, and that feels so boring!! I like MY BRAIN TO FEEL SOMETHING WHEN I GET DRESSED, OKAY?

So I ask myself, what do I want to wear when I’m not being told what to wear?

Basically all the influx of fashion social media noise just makes me want to get funkier and off beat with my outfits. Less straight forward, less polished and more nonsensical, while still feeling Dylana-esque which is basically pieces coming together that give me a feeling of comfort and ease in myself. I’ve been gravitating towards the more random pieces that draw me in for some various personal reasons, even if they feel like they are not able to fit in anywhere as effortlessly. And the goal is to find a way to use imagination to give them a steady place in my wardrobe. It’s funny, because I feel like as I’m getting older, I’m allowing myself to start dressing like MYSELF more and more again. Like the girl who doesn’t really fit in anywhere as effortlessly because of her awkwardness, but somehow finds her way slowly into her steady flow that isn’t meant for anyone else to understand … it’s completely for herself. In a way, this helps me feel like I’m almost rediscovering fashion again for the first time. This just goes to show what a driving force of nature personal style really is. And that force never has an expiration date.

Ziah red bikini top, Vintage skirt from Noi Vintage, Vintage belt, AGL wedges

Jamie Haller scarf worn as top, Nili Lotan jeans, About Arianne ballet shoes, Demellier bag

Jamie Haller scarf worn as top, Leset pants, AGL wedges, Kaleos sunglasses

White House Black Market dress and trousers, Freda Salvador sandals, Dienee bag, old Carla Colour sunglasses, Vintage bangle bracelet

Vintage slip dress from my friend Rachel, About Arianne ballet shoes, Vintage bangle bracelet, Demellier bag

Old Zara top that I deconstructed to make the neckline panels fall down in the front and back, St. Angi leather necklace, vintage skirt (cut shorter for a raw hem), AGL wedges

Vintage tie-dye Mandarin top, Eileen Fisher linen pants (MY FAVE), Vintage bangle bracelet

Old silk scarf worn as a top, Vintage YSL skirt from The Real Real, Freda Salvador sandals, Dienee bag

NIA halter top, St. Agni skirt and pants combo, Vintage Dries van Noten silk button up around waist, Necklace that I made, Le Seul ballet flats

In case I still have time to make it to the beach before September ends. But I’m also sure we can expect a few more heat waves:

Simkhai bikini top, Vintage silk pink top and vintage peach slip skirt, vintage bag

Hades patterned skirt, vintage crop top, vintage bag

I always have to stop and pinch myself every now and then when I realize that I actually LIVE in NYC. I don’t come just to vacation here in the summer. The city is my backyard!!! And I will never take that feeling for granted. I’ve been so in the mood to take advantage of all the good things my city has to offer, because where else can we have such a mix of experiences to choose from. We are far too lucky. New Yorkers, don’t forget that!

Fort Greene Farmer’s Market

I’ve been spending more time in Fort Greene lately, and this was my very first time at the Saturday farmer’s market there. The neighborhood really feels so a lively on a Saturday morning, and there’s live music in the park. People of all sorts out and about, and my friend and I were able to fit in some really amazing people watching while we ate of freshly picked peaches in the park.

Orientalism: Between Fact and Fantasy at The Met

As someone who has grown up between different cultures between my mom’s Chinese roots in Southeast Asia (Malaysia, where there is a very diverse mix of ethnicities and cultures, and religions, predominantly Islam alongside Buddhism) and having a Mexican-American dad who grew up in Los Angeles, I’ve always been exposed to this idea of East vs West since I was very little (my parents literally met at an East vs West dating mixer party lol). As a result of my own experience, I’ve always been curious of cultural exchange, especially between other parts of the world I haven’t been to and personally wanting to understand it through a historical lens. And especially today, as I continue to understand more the significance the terms hard power and soft power have in today’s globalized world.

Basically, if you are curious in these topics too, then the Orientalism: Between Fact and Fantasy exhibit at The Met will be super interesting to you. I was happily surprised to see that it was more focused on the Ottoman Empire as opposed to East Asia, as there’s a lot I still don’t know about the history of this part of the world, but the exhibit very much confirmed my ideas of how Islamic culture and traditions have been portrayed to the western world, like the exhibit name says, through fact and fantasy. And it’s just interesting to see it against the harsh geopolitics of the regions today. It’s very much worth checking out!!! And then go see all the rest of the amazing Islamic art afterwards and appreciate its beauty.

Post-Met BLC

I look forward to coming here each and every time I’m up by The Met as a little post-museum treat in the afternoon (that in-between hours between lunch rush and dinnertime). Just gimme something simple in a place that feels classic New York. I’m easy like that.

A Rohmer-esque Summer

I had to make sure to watch Rohmer’s Pauline at The Beach before summer ended. There always is still time to have a Rohmer-esque summer even in NYC. I really enjoyed the storyline, the charming French beachside backdrop, and the way that Rohmer accentuated the hypocrisies of the adult characters in this film who are constantly contradicting themselves in the way most annoying ways when it comes down to love and sex, as the young Pauline, who is still blooming into her own young adulthood, watches and understands with a lot more maturity. The way Rohmer uses language and conversations between characters to build out these analyses of morality is just always so endlessly dreamy. I can never help but not get swept up and away into his world. And this one is the perfect one for summertime while we still have it here. So you can be sure I’ll be making it out to the beach before August ends, for my own little Rohmer-esque moment.

Movies in the Park.

This has been the summer of movies in the park! And it’s just the best ever!! So far we’ve had such an amazing repertoire in Dumbo starting with The Talented Mr. Ripley (such a masterpiece of a film and I also forgot how scary it is). My sister and I waited out in the rain for Clueless because reliving those iconic scenes is always worth it, and most recently we came out for Do The Right Thing, another brilliantly captivating film by Spike Lee that still feels so relevant and important today as someone who lives in New York City. There’s only a few more weeks of summer left, so take advantage and get out to the parks! Just watched City of God last night in Bryant Park. Love seeing people coming out to enjoy epic cinema!!!

Margot in Fort Greene.

I only recently discovered this Fort Greene wine bar and restaurant and became such a fan that I ended up coming here twice within a week! Their happy hour burger is such a deal for $15 and it’s absolutely delicious. I was very impressed and paired it with a glass of chilled red. The wine isn’t cheap, but that’s expected, but every now and then I’ll indulge in a glass. I also shared the pea pasta with my friend the other day, and I think it was one of the best pestos I’ve ever had. The menu is a bit small, but everything they do here is super well done and thought out, so you most likely will find it very enjoyable.

Block Parties

Came out for the Soul Summit in Fort Greene Park with a few friends and were were the best little chill crew for a hot and sweat summer dancey Sunday afternoon. I love the sense of community that a block party brings out. I plan on getting out for a few more block parties before summer ends, like Mister Sundays and Rhodora Wine’s block party that will happen at the end of this month.

Christopher Doyle films at Metrograph

HUGE cinema fan, HUGE Metrograph fan, HUGE Christopher Doyle fan. It’s like my dream has come true with the collection of films with Christopher Doyle as cinematographer showing at Metrograph right now, called Like The Wind. Already got my tickets for In the Mood For Love for this Friday. I’ve never seen it on the big screen before, so this is really exciting stuff for me!

The Guggenheim

In impromptu visit to the Guggenheim never dissapoints. First of all, taking in the architecture always feels like first time. And I always find that I find something that really captivates me, even if I walk into this museum blind not really know what exhibits are showing, or not having any knowledge of an artist they are featuring. The Collection in Focus | Modern European Currents exhibits was really beautiful, and I got to see a lot of Kandinsky’s early works which I found really beautiful. There’s just something so cozy and comforting here, and I always need to visit at least once in the summertime. On a rainy day, it is even better in my opinion.

Sunset Runs

Running is still one of my greatest escapes. It never feels old to me, and my body has grown so accustom to the feeling of letting off steam this way, that it naturally has become ritualistic for me. The end of a run makes me feel so powerful in a way. I’ve always started taking part in the local Brooklyn Heights Run Club some days when I can, and it’s been a nice way to change it up and it’s been lovely meeting new people.

New York Happy Meal at Cecchi’s

I came here for a happy hour with my cousin and girlfriend for a quick little early happy hour (3:30pm to be exact) because it was in a convenient location for us 3 to meet. They have a $25 New York Happy Meal, which is a martini and French fries. Sounds kind of absurd to call this a deal, but at the same time, this is NYC … so I guess it kind of is? The thing so great was how chill it was at this off hours time, and also how chic of an environment is for it’s sort of random location in the city (north west village). A lovely little spot for a self indulgent, early happy hour that feels SO NYC. A great place to hide out in during a summer rain storm.

Bad Bunny brought me to Paris, but then I stayed for everything else. My last trip to the City of Light before this was early 2019, so it was interesting to come back again and see how I felt after so long away from this place that contains quite a lot of really good memories but also ... well, interesting ones (maybe a story for another time hehe). I came knowing that most likely a lot has changed in the city, which is not unusual at all for most big cities post-2020. It’s impossible to not stand back and take in the bigger picture of global homogenization that not even Paris, known for its dedication to keeping local traditions and essences alive, can keep itself from falling victim to. Because yes, I was actually surprised at how “Brooklynized” Paris felt, especially in the 3rd where we stayed. And don’t get me wrong, we indeed patronized a few of these trendy looking coffee shops and natural wine bars with small shared plates, and very much enjoyed them, but also acknowledging what they come to remind us of. But if you look beyond the modern veil of Paris, there is still so much history and that old school Parisian mentality to find and be intrigued with amongst all the things that feel all too familiar in a drastically changing modern world. Amongst all that is new Paris still feels like it’s constantly in a mode of preserving its authenticity (more so than just not giving into air-conditioning lol); one just needs to keep an eye out for it. The details are all there, and there was enough to keep me thoroughly busy for a week. And that’s the kind of touristing that I like.

And these details came out during all the in-between moments as we moved through our days. Honestly, my absolute favorite thing about this trip was leaving our Airbnb and walking without direction or plan, coffee in hand, eyes a little sleepy, and taking in the environment and the movement of the city. The first step outside is the best, when Paris is empty and quiet. It felt like a relief to just live with that feeling of being anywhere but NYC for a little but, but without the expectations and pressures of being a “proper” tourist. In fact, I preferred a very light itinerary with the least amount of pressure to see Paris how it is expected to be seen, so I could really SEE Paris … if that makes sense. Really, I just wanted to be surrounded by that feeling one gets when wrapped up in a city and you just give into it as it carries you along the way. Get soaked in its air. All of sudden, the city transforms into a subtle musical of sorts. The seriousness of the fashionable older French men who sip their espressos outside cafes in their fancy socks and wide rimmed spectacles. The dance of locals on bikes winding around the curve of corners as if they could do it still so gracefully while blindfolded and without a scratch if they had to. The gaggle of Gen Z gals on their first girls trip with their wrists full of shopping bags and stopping at every mirror outside of a bistro they can find and giggling to ourselves because we realize that a little bit of them is in us. The sound of live music coming from over the fence and we couldn’t help but follow it up a stairway. The hopeful (or maybe hopeless) romance that surrounds young couples deep in conversation and drinking wine along the Seine. The different kinds of worldly faces intermingled together everywhere you go, both young and old.

These are the moments that in all their randomness, humorousness and gracefulness feel the most intimate and personal amongst the bigger picture. I had this running joke that my friends and I were a type of 3 stooges, and I nicknamed us Les Imbeciles, finding a humor in the stereotype of us being the annoying Americans in France, and in the fact that we were were actually denied being served at one bar on my first night because the staff just wasn’t in the mood to serve us as they were too busy watching the World Cup match haha. Annoying, yes. Funny, even more so. And so we laughed and said, let’s let the French be French and embrace these sort of encounters. And us just taking up our own space amongst the energy of a big city where everyone fits in someway and somehow. In a way, it’s a lot like NYC … just more …. French. haha. The broad spectrum of types of people who were sitting along the Canal Saint-Martin paid tribute to this. Everyone fit in there. And that made it so special. Even in unbearable heat.

And while there was so much I appreciated about being away from home and the aspects of NYC that exhaust me, there was a lot about Paris that made the idea of going home feel reinvigorating. And that in itself is exactly what I wanted out of this trip.

So, oui oui. Thank you Bad Bunny for bringing us to Paris for a week that made us sweat, laugh, roll our eyes, smile, drink more Coke Zero than wine and remind to ourselves to enjoy what is in front of us while we still can.

Here are just a few highlights:

Jardin de Tulleries

The heat during the day for Jardin de Tulleries was actually too intense to be able to completely enjoy it, so we made sure to come back at night time to admire and pose with the statues. In particularly, I love the L’Hommage à Cézanne. I’m so inspire by statues and form and the sense of strength and elegance they embody at the same time.

Early June

Early June for natty wine and small shared plates. Maybe a little too small, not going to lie, but everything was actually incredibly delicious so not going to complain too much. I was contemplating ordering double of a few dishes haha. This place is definitely a scene, and this was my very first time here to witness. I loved the vibe though and the people watching as we sat by the window. Make sure to make a reservation ahead of time, or forget about getting a table. A great start for my first official dinner of the trip.

Musée des Archives Nationales

Came by here on my one solo afternoon of the trip to eat my brie and jam sandwich that I made outside here in the shade, and then proceeded to check out the exhibits inside. The museum is house within the Hôtel de Soubise, which is known for its French Rococo architecture. I feasted my eyes on lavish gilding, carvings and paintings. It was quite the treat!

Crêperie Gigi

I was craving hardcore for a crepe, but decided instead to go for my very first galette, which is basically a savory, gluten-free version of a sweet crepe made with buckwheat-flour. It was perfection! Loved being able to have this little outdoor spot on a Sunday morning. My favorite time are the mornings in Paris because they are so peaceful.

Vintage Shopping in the 3rd and endless amounts of Coke Zeros

A list of vintage shops to check out that we really loved:

Desert Vintage
Erem Vintage
Dope Dress Dealer
Anashi Vintage & Designers
THE ROOM - Vintage Shop
Ohr Vintage
Amarsi Paris - Vintage Designer Archive
Vintage Désir
Thanx God I’m a V.I.P.

After which we couldn’t help but make a Coke Zero pitstop.

L'As du Fallafel

One cannot come to Paris without having falafel at least once. There is a large Middle Eastern community in Paris and L’As du Fallafel is known to be one of the best so we got a large plate of it to share. I’m still thinking about all the sides and especially that pickled cabbage. I can eat endless amounts of that with the spicy sauce.

Hilda af Klimt Paintings for the Temple (1906-1915) exhibit at Grand Palais

This was one we made sure to get our tickets ahead of time for. I actually didn’t know too much about Hilda af Klimt’s work, but did have a little preview beforehand and that really got me excited about this. So much color, shapes and symbolism. I can imagine seeing how groundbreaking and ahead of its time her work is from the time period it was created, and doing so as a woman. I kept saying that I had a feeling that Hilda was psychedelic before the idea of psychedelic was even a thing. Her work is very complex, and it just made me want to do an even deeper dive into the symbolism behind her work.

Petit Palais

We stumbled upon here after leaving the Hilda af Klimt exhibit. We were in dire need of more air conditioning, and there was no entrance fee, so it was basically a no-brainer. W are so glad we did. The museum has an impressive gallery of sculptures and a beautiful Artists’ Faces painting exhibit. We also perched up on a bench and people watched which was very, very enjoyable. It’s one of the best things about Paris!

Montmartre

A stroll through Montmartre starting with the Sacré-Coeur where we sat on the steps and watched a band do covers that kept us very highly entertained and singing along. Montmartre might actually be my favorite neighborhood in Paris. Maybe it was this particular evening, where the streets surrounding the Sacré-Coeur felt quieter as the day winded down and we walked away from the tourists and followed the sounds from a live instrumental performance. It was one of those perfect Parisian nights where we had no idea where we would end up.

Pont au Change

This was basically a self-indulgent Rohmer photo moment captured on the Pont au Change to take in a view of the Eiffel Tower from one direction, and the Pont Notre-Dame from the other direction.

Au Pied de Cochon

We came for the classic French brasserie. And I really wanted a French onion soup. I never take outdoor seating for granted in Paris. I just soak it all in!

Café Charlot

We came for the classic French breakfast and some people watching over coffee to kick off my first official day in Paris. The French omelets here were made simply perfect. It’s a great bustling corner to take in the locals and also the tourists going by in every direction.

Sombremesa

This cute little wine bar in Montmartre was on my friend’s list. It had the same feel of Early June, but in a different neighborhood and I really loved enjoying our delicious orange wine on the sidewalk. It was a different sort of pace in Montmartre. I ended up getting this really incredible eggplant dish over rice that leaned more on the Asian side, which was exactly what I was wanting in that moment.

Merci

We got lost in the treasure trove of kitchenwares in this multi-floor shop and I ended up getting a nice blue cotton table cloth that I’m very excited to use soon. They have a connected coffee shop with walls full of used books. Soooo pretty and cozy.

Chez Georges

The last big dinner of our trip was here, an old-time classic bistro. I saved my nicest dress for this evening, as it felt like more of a special occasion. I couldn’t stop admiring my surroundings here ... the leather seating, moody lamps and walls lined with mirrors. We felt like we stepped back in time to the 60s. Our buttery fish dish and fries were impeccable.

Slip Dress + Mary-Janes in the courtyard

I loved the courtyard of our Airbnb. It was a nice little escape from the sun and the hot July heat. Rachel and I shot some images for our beloved Le Seul Mary-Janes for the brand. And this made for such a fitting backdrop. Our colors felt a little tropical, which actually suited the humid weather.

Musée Rodin

It was one of the hottest days, but we made it out for Rodin, and it was so inspiring that I was able to ignore the fact there was no air conditioning in the entire museum haha. The entire museum is dedicated to his work, both indoors and outdoors. There’s a lot to see all in one space, so make sure to take your time going through it all. I actually left inspired to do a self portrait series based on some of my favorite sculptures I saw here. I’ve been needing a spark to get me back into doing self portraits, and I think I finally got that back.

Jardin du Luxembourg

If you don’t appreciate manicured gardens sprinkled with artistic sensibility, then coming to Paris just doesn’t make any sense at all. I remember coming here once before many years ago, but on a very cold and gloomy day. And I have a photo of myself in front of the gardens shot in black and white from one of my earliest visits to Paris. With the strong midday sun beaming down, this day was very different, but it felt nostalgic for me. Loved to see the greens being so green. I can imagine it here on a mild day in October. Need to come back for that.

And of course … Bad Bunny in Paris

I’ll just leave you with the photos. Had the best time dancing the night away.

Other places I wanted to call out that I loved:

Calder. Rêver en équilibre (Dreaming in Balance) exhibit at the Fondation Louis Vuitton.

Canal Saint-Martin - grab lunch or dinner here and bring your own drinks!

Martin - natural wine bar with delicious food.

Bambino - vinyl bar spinning the good jams!

Hélène et Madeleine - their latte never disappointed us here.

Marché couvert des Enfants Rouges - So much street food options at this covered food market that dates back to 1615.

Les Oeillets - wine bar with shared bites.

Boulangerie Rue Saint-Sébastien - you can hardly go wrong with any of the boulangeries in Paris, but this one made an impeccable baguette!

What I love the most about decorating my home are the particular pieces that I’m personally attached to. The items that are collected from my travels, that are representative of my interests, that remind me of certain people and certain moments I’ve lived through. They are like time capsules of stories that I never want to forget. A pop of color here and there that brings me a sense of grounding and a sense of unity. I also like the idea of items that represent a sort of manifestation of feelings that I want to bring into my life and embody more, such as calmness and a sort of steady flow. I think shapes and composition are super important to how energy travels through my home, and I’m hyper away of how I feel energy shifting from one area into the next. For me, this flow should not feel too abrupt or sudden. I’m always thinking of how every part of my home can connect to the next part seamlessly, but also imperfectly. There is no such thing as a “perfect” home.

“Imperfection is beauty” has always been my guiding force. It’s even tattooed on my arm as a tribute to the scar from my scoliosis surgery. This past year, I’ve come to embrace a bit more of a mess left untouched and to enjoy more clutter building up in certain areas because it’s a reminder that I am alive. It’s not really shown here in these photos at all as I tidied up and wanted to give you guys a clear view of the decor, but you definitely can be sure my dining table is full of random things all over right now outside of the camera view. The dining table is my DO ALL space. Clutter is the result of being sidetracked, my mind being in a million places all at once, and good old laziness. And you know what? This is all okay. Books piled up haphazardly. Old collected artwork stacked messily in a corner. My notebooks and old mail on display for all to see. Rolls of film thrown thoughtlessly into my bowl of matches. Old developed film taking over my desk. I even think that a little dust is a good thing now. Life is too busy and exciting to worry about getting rid of all the dust. The imperfection has grown to give me a cozy feeling, and is also a reminder of my humanity. It’s allowed me to be softer with myself overall. Sometimes the inner chaos gives way eventually to a lot of good things after a whole lot of learning. Because really, that was exactly what my life has felt like in the past year. And finally, I’m starting to feel like the chaos has served me well. And I can see how these changes show up in the corners of my home. As the days have been slipping away from me, and clutter being a natural result, I’ve looked at it with a different set of eyes. Where in the past, it would have driven me nuts.

So as I’m in this midst of feeling once again that there is so much to do in my space to take into account the past year of changes, I thought I’d go through my favorite corners and pieces that mean the most to me at home, and that most likely will be here to stay. Maybe it will help me decide what will come next in terms of additions or moving some of these pieces around. Or who knows, maybe it will actually turn into me pivoting into something completely different in certain parts of my home. Not going to lie, but I’m really ready for a new couch that feels more classic and less trend-driven, but it is going to take me some time to decide what will be best. I’m not in a rush! Whatever the changes to come may be, they will without a doubt be an extension of my inner world.

And also, finding inspiration from friends and having that rub off on me! My friend Jennifer and I have been bonding over cottage core recently as she’s been decorating her Scotland cottage Poppy Cottage, and it’s been giving me ideas of adding more rustic, antique shop touches to my own place that don’t feel too thought out to balance out the way my place leans more mid century modern at the moment. Also, I can’t help but feel influenced by all of the Rohmer films I’ve been watching lately, and gravitating towards a French shabby chic nonchalance where I’ve noticed the beauty is in the clutter and the random collection of well worn items. In a Rohmer film, the apartments and homes are like a character in the background themselves. You can’t help but notice their presence amongst all the philosophical conversations. My eyes go to the drapes and the faded tablecloths, the tone of non-matching glassware set out on the coffee table, the dated pattern of a corner chair, the bedside telephone and the hand-painted portrait above a bed hanging ever so slightly off center. It just feels so raw and so real!

And I’ve been in the mood of playing with the idea of contrasts. Organic, misshapen objects sitting next to more classic, streamlined ones. I’ve been so inspired by uncommon pairings that catch my eye because they just feel right but you can’t exactly explain why in words, but you know deep down exactly why. I want more of that!

I have only one room that needs a complete makeover, which is my second little room, which could in fact be a very small second bedroom but which I used as a shared office space/wardrobe, and is now officially fully my wardrobe haha. It is the one room where chaos takes over, and it’s my next project to actually make it a space of inspiration and retreat instead of just a room to throw things into that I want to hide. Let’s see if I can get to it before the end of the year.

In my kitchen, I put up two shelves on the main wall to display my ceramics collection and other trinkets from Japan. I’m very proud of myself for doing that on my own as it took a lot of measuring and drilling, and I told my mom that NO it does not require a man around the house. LOL. And I just couldn’t stop admiring my little corner right there. An extension of my life and its memories on my wall. I felt this wall was still missing some color, so I added this painting on the top shelf for now to fill out the wall. It feels earthy and balanced. And just so you guys know, I’m not a painter AT ALL, but I love to do it for fun as a sort of meditative therapy. Painting relaxes me. And sometimes I end up with some fun pieces to put up.

This other painting is a vintage landscape painting with a mustard velvet border that I found in an antique shop upstate for such a deal, like $20. It was perfect because I was looking for this exact shade of mustard to brighten up the kitchen.

The red painting above my desk space is another color focused piece I painted. I found this large wooden canvas thrown out by someone in my building and snagged it up knowing I could do SOMETHING with it. The side of my building is where I sometimes find gems if I’m lucky, like books, lamps, artwork, frames, maybe some old canvases that are looking for a second chance. You know when you go to the museum and you leave thinking, dang I could try to make that? I have that feeling a lot, even though usually the results really SUCK, but I like the idea of just trying and having fun with it. Well, obviously I was inspired by a Mark Rothko piece, and wanted to go for a similar effect (I failed of course, but you get the picture). Super basic, but its boldness is what I wanted to give my desk space. And I love the way the red contrasts with my black desk and how it pulls the eye in there.

Besides my desk space is my gallery wall that I started around two years ago. It’s a mix of paintings my ex made, some gifts from friends, old film photos, collected pages that inspire me. I plan to keep building it out, but I’m taking my time with it. A little mix of memories, old and new. Below it is my usually messy little camera and photo station, where I scan my film and organize all that jazz. I may eventually replace the media console with a higher dresser one day for more storage space, but it’ll depend n finding the right piece for the right price.

For the bedroom, I always feel like less is more. Even little subtle touches can add a lot of character, which is why I’m so particular about duvet covers. I’m very into stripes right now!! I’m deciding how I will layout these Japanese prints on this one side of the bedroom. The frames are all ones that I found randomly. Hunting for frames is one of my favorite past times. I’m also thinking of adding a floating shelf on one side of my bed, as I don’t have room for proper nightstands. Maybe in a fun color pop, like red. Overall, peace and calm is what the bedroom is all about.

This vintage lamp in my living room is from an estate sale in Los Angeles that I got for less than $10. I had two of them, but ended up giving the other one away. The floral detailing reminded me of Japan, and that’s why I thought it felt so special. This still life painting of a bouquet is one of my FAVORITES. It’s a Chelsea Flea Market find that I got for $20. It’s all of my most loved colors in one painting. I adore it so much. I was having a hard time figuring out where I wanted to put it as I do have a lot of red/orange pops already in my apartment. But I decided to just try it on this wall here to replace something much smaller and more neutral, and instantly it felt more complete. I’m shocked I never tried putting it here before. The burnt orange of the lamp feels even warmer and cozier now :)

The living room feels so much balanced now with this painting up! The gold foil artwork above the TV is one that I made a few years back. I was in a heavy phase of making these gold foil canvases after a visit to the Casa Luis Barragán in Mexico City where I saw a spectacular one sitting above a staircase made by German-Mexican artist Mathias Goeritz (I'm sure many of you know the one I’m talking about). I couldn’t get it off my mind so tried my hand at DIY-ing my own. I had a whole year phase of making these because the process brought me a lot of joy. I made some for my friend and sister, as well.

The only thing that is missing now is some art on this other side of the living room dresser. The dresser is a vintage find from the Brooklyn Flea that I got quite a while ago before I moved into this apartment. It’s of a stunning Danish wood and in the most striking shade of brown. I will never ever get rid of it.

I finally printed some of my black and white photos that I took in Rio de Janeiro in 2023. Seriously one of the most beautiful and energetic cities ever. I found this old frame left out of my building, and thought it would be perfect for a little photo montage. So happy how this turned out. It’ll look so chic above the black leather chair. There’s more I want to do in this area in particular because it still feels too bare and tidy. I’m feeling the need to shabby this place up!!! Maybe more books, a vase, more artwork on the wall … something.

Home is a forever creative project. Let’s see where it goes next!

And I’m so proud of myself, I hardly shopped for clothing AT ALL the entire past two months, aside from two vintage pieces in Edinburgh that I very much fancy (one of which is featured here below, as I’m still figuring out how to make the other one work), and that feel like such an accomplishment. I feel so … light because of it. This lack of desire for more, is a wonderful, beautiful feeling! And it gives more sense of purpose and usefulness to what I already have.

I’m currently in the process of cleaning out my closet right now, because too many clothes overwhelm me, and with that process of narrowing out my wardrobe I realized which same pieces never make the “get rid of it now” cut and stay put where they are. Yes, those pieces are usually vintage. And yes, those are the pieces that I want to wear for the entirety of the rest of summer! I want them to keep compiling stories that they actually lived through.

A little messy, a little chaotic, a little nonsensical, mostly thrown together. That is the epitome of summer to me :) I really didn’t think these looks through. I just went with a feeling. And feelings, are all over the place. Let’s embrace that!

Vintage Lace Slip Dress + Balloon Pants

I picked up this amazing vintage slip dress in Edinburgh, and it’s been so wonderfully versatile. And since it is so lightweight, it is an easy thing to grab on the steamiest of days. I realized that I haven’t properly had a balloon pant moment this season, and I’m thinking it’s because last summer I was deep in it. But for some reason, it felt like now was the moment to bring them back out again. Their voluminous shape really helps keep you cool and comfy in the heat. And there’s something I love so much bout this pant shape and something soft, light and sensual on top to balance it out.

Vintage slip dress
Chan Luu balloon pants
Mansur Gavriel ballet pumps
Vintage bag
Vintage bangle bracelet

Sheer Polka Dots + White Linen

I keep reaching for sheer silk chiffons all summer, and I am never letting go of this polka dot one from Stella Dallas. It’s been so hard for me to find any shade of purple that works for me, but for some reason this lavender here feels so in tune with me, and that’s why I can’t help but keep it in nonstop rotation. There’s something so endless summer about it, and it’s also a bit feminine which is why I like to pair it with bottoms that feel less so, like this pair of white linen pants that I cut into capris. I left the edges raw because the fraying feels cool and non-fussy to me.

Vintage silk blouse
St. Agni pants
Vintage bag
Jamie Haller wedges
Vintage bangle bracelet

Pastel Tie-dye + Brown/Beige

This look is so epitome of Dy … bralette, scarf, button up thrown over. It’s been my recipe for YEARS. I cut off my shoes since I realized that I would have wanted to wear this look out with flip flops, but I took a selfie with wedges instead and I wasn’t actually feeling it. The flip flops would dress it all down a bit. I have a penchant for creamy earth tones and putting them all together, and then finding one piece that sort of breaks up the streamlined nature of this in a way that makes complete sense while doing so. That’s where the neck scarf comes into play. You really cannot go wrong with beiges and browns and a little extra color thrown in.

Moonstop bralette
Vintage button up
Vintage Chinese scarf
Belle Anna skirt
Vintage bag

The Scarf Top + Boyish Long Shorts

Last summer I had this whole obsession with making tops out of scarves, and so I sewed on straps to a few of my favorites so that I could wear them more properly on the regular. This old H&M scarf feels so elevated now as my favorite summer halter top. When the heat reaches over 90s, these airy tops are basically the only pieces I can wear to feel comfortable in. So chic and cool, and balanced out with some old breezy pants that I cut into boyish shorts. Another Dy Summer Recipe look for you.

Old H&M scarf turned into a halter
Old Arrange by ASOS pants cut into shorts
Jamie Haller wedges
Vintage bangle bracelet
DIENÈE leather bag

The Concert Tee + Slip Skirt

I really wanted to find a way to wear my Bad Bunny DTMF Tour t-shirt I got at the Paris show and style it in a way that didn’t feel too casual or too frumpy. I thought the orange-red on the front would look nice counterbalanced with the light salmon pink of this vintage slip skirt. To give it some shape, I wrapped this cropped button up blouse around my waist. The ruffle detailing made it feel like a proper belt and soften up the whole look. Oh, what the wonders of cinching at the waist and playing with composition can do to an oversized concert tee.

Bad Bunny tour shirt
Vintage slip skirt
Milkwhite blouse tied around the waist
Old MNZ wedges from her sample sale
DIENÈE leather bag

Sheer Silk Skirt + Open Neckline

This look is simple but its aaaaalllll about that exposed neckline. Let the bare neckline do the talking! It is an accessory if you want it to be. So sexy, so chic!! And this skirt is sheer, building on that barely there feel. But it doesn’t feel too much at all for some reason. Maybe it’s the flip flops, maybe it’s just enough skin and not too much. Whatever it is, it feels right. Something easy and subtly sexy for a hot summer evening.

MACCAPANI wrap top
La Vie sheer silk skirt
Vintage bangle bracelet
Alohas leather sandals
Liffner bag

Sheer Chiffon + Bohemian Touches

This sheer top is one of the oldest pieces in my wardrobe. I can never let it go! I’ll hold onto it until it shreds into itty bitty pieces and disappears into oblivion. I was watching Rohmer’s Pauline at the Beach the other day, and I was inspired by the main characters sheer little beach looks and how she wore them so effortlessly and so naturally. There was one look in particular where she tied a red scarf or sash around her waist over a little sheer cotton dress, and that was the motivation behind this look. Only I did my own twist on it with, and it turned out very bohemian-esque. And I realize that this look is something I would totally have rocked during my Free People days over 10 years ago. I love when style moments come back again and again, almost sneaking up on you. It’s as if these little nuances never left your soul.

Vintage silk chiffon blouse
Milkwhite sheer shorts
Vintage Chinese scarf
Nili Lotan leather tote bag
Le Seul ballet shoes (straps broke off)

I threw this post together really fast because who knows if I waited any longer I may never click the post button. Once I’m done with my closet clean out, you can be sure I’ll be back here with another 7 Days, 7 Looks soon!!

It just so happened that my good friend Jen was going to be home in Scotland to visit and work on her cottage, and since I was still playing around with the idea of adding a city or two to my adventure, it made sense that that Scotland would be it. I liked the idea of doing two cities with very different environments. Scotland for a more low key, slower paced, nature driven time. And then Paris for well … Paris. You get it. I wasn't sure how the packing for these two would go with just a carry-on in tow for 12 days, but it actually worked out as I only needed a few things for a low-key and mild Scottish summer, and everything I packed for a post-heat wave Paris was super lightweight.

And with the Scottish being deeply loved in the USA during the World Cup, it just made the idea feel even more of a perfect timing situation. Flights were booked, and all of a sudden, I was on the way to Edinburgh without much of a plan. My mindset was to go with the flow the entire way through and I knew that was going to be enough for me. I was spectacularly not let down at all during my entire time in Scotland.

I was so impressed with Scotland and how different it felt from a lot of other places I’ve been to in Europe. And to be able to go around with a local made it feel even more meaningful, as I got to learn more about the place one of my closest friends is from. I’ve never seen grass so green. Stone buildings so heroic. Pubs so cozy. Air so fresh. Water so soft on my hair. Hospitality so kind and wholesome. And we had sunshine! And the best thing of all, Scotland didn’t leave me feeling exhausted. Instead I felt reinvigorated. Luckily for me, that sense of restfulness came in handy for the very hot and humid Paris that I had to face, and that I wasn’t really prepared for.

But still, despite the exhaustion and business of a very hectic and hot Paris, we still had a blast. But before I jump into everything I wore in Paris (saving that for a future post), I’m going to fill you all in on what I got up to in 5 1/2 days in Scotland. And I hope that it influences you all to make it out there.

DAY 1

I arrive in Edinburgh in the morning. The bus and tram options are sooo easy and fast to get into the city from the airport, FYI. I think it was actually probably one of the most efficient and seamlessly airport transfers ever.

The Coffee Cave.

158 Fountainbridge, Edinburgh EH3 9RX, United Kingdom

I grabbed a coffee at this cute little cafe upon arrival and walked around with my latte while I waited for my friend Jen to arrive from her hometown an hour outside Edinburgh. I was so surprised at how hot it was this day in the city that I didn’t need my jacket at all.

Nishiki

151-155 Morrison St, Edinburgh EH3 8AG, United Kingdom

Jen and I were craving Japanese food upon arrival (first of all, when am I ever NOT craving Japanese food), so we hit up this very authentic Japanese spot she had saved. Loved how you can choose from a bunch of small dishes to mix and match. It was a perfect light, savory and healthy meal for post-flight tummy.

The Royal Mile

A walk without seeking anything particular along The Royal Mile is the best thing. Taking in the old stoney architecture, antique signage, peeking into old school pubs (there are endless amounts of those), and being on the lookout for men in tartans (very inspiring to me). It was nice to see all the different views of the castle from below during out walk. Sometimes people miss these other perspectives when you are too focused on getting really close to it instead. Jen made sure to teach me new little Scottish sayings a long the way, most of which I probably don’t remember, but that’s okay. haha.

W. Armstrong & Son Vintage Clothing Emporium

29 Craig’s Cl, Cockburn St, Edinburgh EH1 1BN, United Kingdom

Of course we had to find the vintage shops straight away! There are three Armstrong locations in Ediburgh, and this one was our favorite. The thing that is so great about this string of vintage shops is that it feels like a proper vintage shop (reminds me of the old ones I used to hit up on Haight Ashbury in San Fran), with REAL vintage (not that fast fashion Gen Z stuff that I keep seeing everywhere), and I was so happily surprised to discover how affordable the prices were! I paid 10 euros for a chic beige slip dress and 4 euros for a pink silk button up! Incredible!

Armchair Books

72-74 West Port, Edinburgh EH1 2LE, United Kingdom

Hopped into this antique bookshop to browse all the Scottish themed books. So cozy, quirky and a little messy in the most comforting way. It was fun admiring all the book covers and topic ranges within the store. It’s the kind of bookshop you can find yourself getting lost in for hours.

Gleneagles Townhouse

39 St Andrew Sq, Edinburgh EH2 2AD, United Kingdom

After we finally checked into our hotel, showered and had a mini rest, we headed out for a drink at Gleneagles Townhouse. This is where I stayed the first time I came to Edinburgh for a very short 48 hours work trip. This hotel is gorgeous!! It’s a former bank with ornate architectural details, and the bar is right in the middle. It’s definitely one of my favorite places to grab a glass of orange wine and sit at the bar and gab at, which is exactly what we did.

Ka Pao Edinburgh

Level 4, St James Quarter, Edinburgh EH1 3AE, United Kingdom

Then we continued our Asian food tour in Scotland with dinner at Ka Pao which I heard so much about as being the best place for Thai food in the city. It was insanely delicious, I was actually kind of knocked off my feet by how delicious it was. We even ended back here again for a second time right before I left Edinburgh for Paris. A modern twist on Thai fusion. We tired a new green curry they added on the menu that was made with peas and broad bean, and I still can’t stop thinking about the flavor, spice and texture. Hands down one of the best curries I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting, and I will happily fly back to Edinburgh just to eat it again and again. haha.

Calton Hill

Edinburgh EH7 5AA, United Kingdom

After dinner, we felt the need to walk it off a bit and headed towards Calton Hill (made a pitstop for some chocolate on the way to bring back to the room afterwards). The view of the city from here is so dreamy, and it has some beautiful neoclassical monuments to take in. From here you get to see the epic Arthur’s Seat, which is the remnants of a volcano that erupted around 350 millions years ago. A fact that I never knew until this strip. Pretty amazing if you ask me. There was a young violinist performing covers of pop songs and so we stayed to catch some songs against a setting sun, and it actually was quite emotional. It made for the most perfect evening to wind down with after a long day of walking many, many steps in the city.

We really couldn’t have planned a more perfect first day in Edinburgh!

DAY 2

Fountain Cafe

111 Grove St, Edinburgh EH3 8AB, United Kingdom

We started our day off here for a classic Scottish breakfast. I walked by this place the day before and thought it looked very authentic and cozy, and we were not disappointed. We had a vegan version of the classic Scottish breakfast, which involved a very delicious non-meat version of haggis which is Scotland's national dish, consisting of sheep's pluck (heart, liver, and lungs) minced with onions, oatmeal, suet, and spices. I’ve never tried it before, but I’ll continue to stick with the vegan version. It was very tasty and kept us full until dinnertime.

Princes Street Gardens

Princes St., Edinburgh EH2 2HG, United Kingdom

We made sure to walk through what you can consider the Central Park of Edinburgh. It spans a good amount of the length of the center of the city, and there is so much lushness and green to admire. Pups playing in fountains. People watching the locals and tourists. I stunning view of Edinburgh Castle from below. Tons of space for picnics and game playing. From here we picked up some Pepsi cream sodas for our walk to a different part of Edinburgh that I never knew about before.

Deans Village

Deans Village is a historical former milling village nestled just a 10-minute walk northeast of Edinburgh’s city center. So idyllic and stuck in time. It is a picturesque town I only have seen in the movies or painted for display in museums. Quaint cobble stone streets, 800 year old stone buildings and a river running through it leaves much to discover for the eye. It’s very easy to imagine what it was like during its hay day.

St Bernard’s Bar in Stockbridge

10 Raeburn Pl, Edinburgh EH4 1HN, United Kingdom

We stopped in the neighborhood of Stockbridge nearby to catch a drink with one of Jen’s longtime friends. We found the coolest little bohemian pub called St Bernard’s Bar which was so my vibe because it was full of kitschy knick knacks, artworks, photographs and witchy trinkets. I kind of felt like I was transported into a bohemian antique shop. It’s not the traditional Scottish pub one would think of, but its own unique take on the experience, and it was just perfect for a catch up over some local beer, Scottish whisky and cool vinyl-spun tunes.

Water of Leith Walking Path

This 12-mile path that runs alongside the small Water of Leith river is the best kept secret of Edinburgh. Actually, I’m not sure how much of a secret it is, but it definitely didn’t feel over trodden with humans. All of a sudden it was as if we were transported outside of a big city and smack dab into the middle of the countryside. The tree lined walking and biking paths took us alongside creeks where we spotted cranes, open fields, ducks and their ducklings, and hidden art works throughout. It was incredibly peaceful and just made me realize what an incredible thing it is to have access to a calm refuge like this in a big city.

Leith

From the walking path we ended up in Leith, which upon arrival made me think of Copenhagen, even though I’ve never actually been to Copenhagen. This part of the city is full of pubs, restaurants and little shops lining the river. The architecture and colors drew to mind a bit of what I imagine Scandinavia to be like. But what is interesting is that because of its location, Scotland does have a bit of that Scandinavian influence, so it actually shouldn’t be that surprising. I learned that this part of Edinburgh is more industrial and has a strong community of hip and creative artist types. I did in fact get a sense of a Brooklyn-nite feel here.

Teuchters Landing

1c Dock Pl, Leith, Edinburgh EH6 6LU, United Kingdom

Once in Leith, we ended the day at a pub for last beer before catching our train out of the city. Here I tried another very traditional Scottish meal called Cullen Skink. I kept laughing at the name because I thought it was funny sounding and I kept forgetting how to say it. But it was an absolutely delicious and hearty soup made of smoked haddock, potatoes, onions, and cream. It hit the spot with a side of fries after all our walking and sight seeing.

DAY 3

FIFE

I woke up in the gorgeous, historical coastal county of Fife, an hour outside of Edinburgh. Filled with glorious stone cottages that felt like I stepped into a fantasy book. My friend Jen grew up in the village of Wormit in Fife, and I was so excited to finally get to spend some time in a proper small town!

Poppy Cottage

I was so lucky to get to stay at Poppy Cottage in Newport-on-Tay, the cozy, historical cottage my friend owns and is soon set to be available for Airbnb Follow its account on Instagram to catch her renovation process. It is truly so peaceful and cozy here. I loved getting into a sort of routine here, waking up a little late and having our coffee and morning chats in the kitchen, planning the day ahead. I can’t wait to see the next updates at Poppy Cottage.

My first day settling in Fife was totally low key, which is exactly what I wanted. We walked from Newport-on-Tay to her mom’s house in Wormit. I love this walk along the coast as you can see all of the stunning properties with the picturesque seaside as a backdrop. I still couldn’t believe this place was real, as we sat in her mom’s backyard with a view of the water, her gorgeous and ever blooming garden and her fluffy cat Bonzo. That cat is literally living the dream cat life.

We prepared for a party for all of my friend’s family at Poppy Cottage, and I felt a bit like I was part of the fam. So sweet :) I think I wore myself out from all the socializing, fun and wine pours, and fell asleep sooo easily that night.

DAY 4

Manna Coffee

13 Cupar Rd, Newport-on-Tay DD6 8AF, United Kingdom

This cozy little mom-and-pop coffee shop is where you find all the locals. I love places like this, no frills yet full of charm. And most importantly, they serve very good lattes.

Fig & Fromage Cheesemonger, Deli & Cafè

18 High St, Newport-on-Tay DD6 8AD, United Kingdom

This cute little cheese and meats deli is soooo cute. We came to get sandwiches to take with us for our mini road trip to St. Andrews. They have such a nice selection of wine, cute little trinkets and a wide variety of international spices and cooking ingredients, any of which would make perfect gifts for loved ones. I was veryyyy happy with my pastrami sandwich, which was fresh made. But I was also eyeing the brie and fig one.

St. Andrews

Jen’s mom drove us to the world famous St. Andrews and the sights along the way were a refreshing palette cleanser. I mostly know St. Andrews from watching The Crown. It’s where Prince Williams went to St. Andrews University which was established in 1413. It’s also famous worldwide for its golf courses. I’m not into golf, but it’s still an interesting fact. We also got to walk through the ruins of St. Andrews Castle which dates back to the 13th century, which is mind blowing to me. Incredible how much there is still left standing of it. All of this is coastal and the view of the seaside cliffs is something not be missed here. There were some really stunning rock and stone formations alongside the coast which interestingly enough reminded me of some of the beaches I’ve been to in the South of Brazil. Sitting at the top of Castle Sands Beach was such a treat to take in the sunshine and watch people dipping their feet in the water. Didn’t expect Scotland to have such amazing sunny weather when I was there. Also, there are so many places to pop in for an ice cream somewhere along the way.

Crail

This charming and historic fishing village is just 10 miles southeast of St Andrews. It was like time stood still here, and I was shocked at how it was so chill and not overrun by tourists like St. Andrews. We admired its cobblestone streets, whitewashed cottages, and a picturesque medieval harbour enclosed by red stone walls. I’m used to seeing the coastal towns of Italy and France on my feed, but this was truly something else. Maybe I should actually keep this place more of a secret. hehe.

Crail Harbour Gallery and Tearoom

Shoregate, Crail, Anstruther KY10 3SU, United Kingdom

This tearoom is a lovely little place to grab some cakes and scones to eat there or take away. And to catch the view from the backyard overlooking the coast. I also loved the stone wall interiors that felt like something out of a storybook.

Golf Hotel

4 High St, Crail, Anstruther KY10 3TD, United Kingdom

We swung this hotel set in a quaint 16th-century building to grab a beer in its bar and sit outside. It was the perfect day to be outside! I love how the old and the new come together in all these places!

Crail Fish Bar & Cafe

35 High St, North, Crail, Anstruther KY10 3RA, United Kingdom

I was counting down the hours until I would finally get to taste my very first fish and chips in Scotland!! The fish is all caught fresh in the harbor and fried to order, and covered in vinegar which is the classic way to have it! I rate the meal 10/10. So spot on crispy on the outside, and the inside cooked perfect. We took ours to go to eat right in front of the harbour. Just make sure the seagulls don’t get too close as they’ll want to swoop in for a meal.

9:30pm Wine and Sunset Watching

Jen and I napped a bit after getting back to Poppy Cottage but decided to make it out in our pajamas to watch the sunset right behind her cottage. We brought a bottle of wine and took in a wonderful day well done. We were actually the only people in the whole village sitting on the coast that evening, which made it feel even more special.

DAY 5

Kitschnbake

16-18 Boat Rd, Newport-on-Tay DD6 8EZ, United Kingdom

You seriously cannot get more darling than this little bakery / cafe. It’s like something out of an episode of Gilmore Girls, just Scottish style. You can find your classic Scottish breakfast here, but we were feeling healthier this particular morning. I ended up getting a salmon and spinach omelette and it was very delicious. We also got some cakes to go and have as a snack later. It was gluten-free carrot cake for me!

Tayfield Estate

Tayfield Estate, Newport-on-Tay DD6 8HA, United Kingdom

After breakfast we walked Ralph, Jen’s cousin’s dog. We went on a neighborhood walk through this private-owned estate in the village that is open to the public and beautifully maintained. I thought it was so incredible that a nature escape like this could be found right in the middle of one’s neighborhood. A secret garden of sorts and endless places to explore. Gosh, I love the nature here in Scotland.

Dundee

We took the bus over the bridge to Dundee to take in some art. Dundee is where my friend went to university, and she warned me that it isn’t the prettiest part of Scotland, as it has went through a post-industrial redesign and had many historic, medieval streets replaced with more concrete and modern structures, which lend a feeling of sparseness compared to the other parts of Scotland I’ve seen so far. Aside from this, there were definitely interesting things to see in pockets of the city. It’s also where she went to see a lot of musical gigs growing up.

V&A Dundee Museum

1 Riverside Esplanade, Dundee DD1 4EZ, United Kingdom

First of all, the architecture of this museum is incredible and worth just coming to see just for that. We caught a very interesting exhibit called Catwalk: The Art of the Fashion Show. Obviously on theme for us city girls who love clothing. There was so much history to learn at this one, and visuals to take in, along with some iconic runway pieces and moments on display. We also spent a little time in some of the other galleries here, including one called the Scottish Design Galleries which focuses on the global impact of Scottish design. Majority of the exhibits here are free, as well!

The McManus: Dundee’s Art Gallery & Museum

Albert Square, Meadowside, Dundee DD1 1DA, United Kingdom

We had just enough time to catch the last hour before closing of this museum that is in a gothic revival building that focuses on 19th-20th century Scottish art and includes local history/culture exhibits. I really loved the Curtain Call: Costumes from Stage and Screen exhibit that displays works from costume designers who hail from or were inspired by Dundee. There are also endless galleries of Scottish art, and I found out about some modern Scottish artists that I want to look into more! It is also here that we found out that the Scottish Dennis the Menace launched the exact same day as the American Dennis the Menace and they had nothing to do with each other. Fun little fact!

Dundee Contemporary Arts

152 Nethergate, Dundee DD1 4EA, United Kingdom

After our little art afternoon, Jen and I went for a nice glass of orange wine at this art center that hosts contemporary art shows, has a cinema, cafe/bar and print studio. Despite Dundee being a bit sparse, there is a thriving artistic scene and as a result you can find cool gathering places for the creative set like this one!

Nether Inn Pub

134 Nethergate, Dundee DD1 4ED, United Kingdom

Met up with Jen’s brother at a local pub to watch the Brazil vs Japan World Cup game at Nether Inn Pub. This place was a super classic, no frills sports pub. No bar fights or too overly drunken of men. Lots of screens to watch the game in a nice peaceful setting. My kind of spot.

Last Day in Ediburgh

My last day in Scotland we made our way back to Ediburgh to do some final exploring before my early evening flight to Paris. We didn’t have much of a plan except do a little vintage shopping again, get some good food and hopefully see some bagpipers. We made our way through the streets around The Royal Mile one last time, peeked into pubs along the way to catch the decor and incredible intricately designed ceilings. One more look in the Armstrong vintage shop, then back for round two at Ka Poa because we still couldn’t stop thinking about those curries. Then back to The Royal Mile where we continued to people watch, heard the sound of a bagpiper and proceeded to take a photo with him, and then Jen took me to go see the famous Greyfriars Bobby Statue, which is a life-size statue of a 19th-century Skye terrier said to have sat by his owner's grave for 14 years. We rubbed his nose for good luck. Then one last no-frills, traditional pub stop at Halfway House before saying goodbye to my beloved Scotland that has indeed grasped a part of my heart.

I couldn’t have imagined a more relaxed, inspiring and well rounded visit. I will for sure be back again!!!

The Hailey Jean from GAP is the jean of the summer, I have just decided after slipping into a pair and not wanting to slip back out of them at all.

The collaboration idea was sparked by a paparazzi photo of Hailey getting out of a car in her Gap jeans. Hollywood and denim is an iconic combination, and Gap really nailed it on the head with this one.

But really, for non-vintage denim, this pair really feels authentically vintage. How can I tell? From the denim texture. The way denim feels to the touch is really important to me. It needs to feel worn in, still rigid but soft from years of wear and washing. The kind of feel where even if you find them crumpled in a corner, you can instantly put them on and they’ll fall naturally into place.

New York City has been so hot and humid this summer that styling my The Hailey Jean calls for breathable options.

I love the idea of pairing The Hailey Low Rise Loose Jean with a swimsuit during the day time in the city, worn with a little boyish striped button up like this one from GAP styled open like a cover up. The red flip flops are casual but elevated, and say being low key can still be stylish with the right little touches.

When the heat starts to get too much, I love taking my button up and tying it criss crossed over whatever I have on underneath. It’s something I normally do when I’m vacationing somewhere beach side and tropical. It’s a fun play on shape that keeps you from getting overheated.

Both ways, the denim stands out.

Hopefully there will be a restock of The Hailey Jean Collection coming soon HERE!!

Matisse: The Pursuit of Harmony is a series of 4 female nude sculptures of a bather, created over a period of 20 years that was showcased at Acquavella Galleries this spring. My friend and I felt so lucky to be able to catch this exhibit a week before it closed at the end of May. Each Back in the series, from I to IV, is a reshaping of the previous, progressing from soft, natural curves to something that becomes more abstract, geometric, and sharp. I admired each carefully, taking note of each distinguished feature; nuances both subtle and not so subtle. I came not just as an admirer of Matisse and art in general, but as someone who has a very special connection to this part of the body because a huge part of me has been defined by it.

Basically, I have a thing for backs.

Not just Matisse’s backs. All backs. And very much my own; that anatomically unique foundation within my body that allows me to stand as tall as can be. That has been both a menace and also a savior in my life.

Still from the 1991 French epic art drama La Belle Noiseuse.

Scoliosis. A spine born not at correct default settings, but with its own sense of peculiarities that only became more peculiar with time if let to be. An increasing degree of curvature that just didn’t want to give up. A spine with a mind of its own. A spine that went against the grain (literally). When I describe my back in this way, it actually sounds like the coolest person ever if it were to take on human form and spirit. If only I felt that way back in the day. But looking at myself now, I’m like wow, I wouldn’t be who I am today if it wasn’t for this little old spine that just never wanted to stay straight on its own. Maybe I wouldn’t be so accepting of myself and my imperfections today if I didn’t experience the mental and physical struggles of being “different” and realizing how much of a good thing that actually is.

Corset from The Met’s Costume Art exhibit

The scar on my back is a result of a molded back brace that I absolutely abhorred during my childhood (think 18th century corset) and a scoliosis spinal surgery at 18 that resulted in two thin titanium rods and a good amount of screws implanted into the upper half of my spine to hold it in the direction it was meant to be. This scar represents a long journey of healing. A physicality that felt hideous to me in my early 20’s and of which I’ve been blind to its beauty despite having gotten compliments on its precision, which is the result of a very incredibly skillful surgeon. Originally, I didn’t like to recognize it as a part of me when I was younger, but I fully claim and accept it exactly as it is today.

And so, I have a thing for backs.

Nude’s Back by Henri Matisse, 1918

All of its geometric glories. It’s intricately intertwined nuances of dense bone. It’s verticality (and non verticality in my case). The way it gives into gravity and works against it at the same time. Its strengths. And its weaknesses. But mostly strengths, because look at how much my weight it has to hold upright throughout the day. And it does it all so effortlessly and with such gracefulness.

My back woke me up to the beauty of changes, either natural or medically inflicted, but changes all the same. I’ve come to learn to love change and to embrace it when I find myself in the midst of it. And this is what I thought about as I admired Matisse’s The Backs I, II, III and IV, taking notes of the progression between each stage. Seeing the womanly curves and humanly soft lines shift into something more architectural, abstract and Cubist. Different interpretations of something from a similar root. Art really is such a powerful thing, especially in the moments where it strikes a very personal nerve. Art reminds us that we are also art. My body the way it was born and the changes it goes through … it is art.

And it made me think about perspective, and how someone can see something and interpret it and/or feel something so differently than someone else looking at the exact same thing. And that is so beautiful to me, too.

Matisse’s Back III

Last week I finished this book that my friend let me borrow because she felt like I would really enjoy it. The book is called “I Who Have Never Known Men” by Jacqueline Harpman and it was quite the unique experience to read. I finished it in just a few days, which was such a nice surprise for me as I haven’t been able to stay focused enough to read these past few months. I will want to touch back upon it again in a dedicated post soon one day based on notes that I took and discussed with my friend after I finished it, but first I want to call out this part in particular right now because it made me think about how warped our visions of ourselves can become when we look too closely through the lens of comparison to judge our own value with. This is the excerpt from the point of view of the protagonist who grew up locked away from society without knowledge as to where and why, and completely unaware of the society that existed before she ended up where there alongside other women who do have slight memory of that world:

And it made me think to myself, imagine if I have never in my life known what I myself looked like in a mirror, and then upon seeing myself for the very first time in one, with nothing of society to compare it to, how would I feel? I was so moved to see the protagonist notice the progression of her age, but had no idea or understanding on how to measure its value in terms of beauty or ugliness because those concepts are foreign to her. She only knows to look at herself and accept her self image for what it purely exists as in front of her. Completely raw and untainted from what society deems is beautiful or worthy. And she says, “The only human face I ever see.” And this line has been sticking with me. If I can keep inching a tad closer with time to this way of looking at myself, even if it is at a snail’s pace, I will never stop trying.

And so, today I will take my top off, I will face my back to a mirror and I will gently turn my head around to catch a glimpse of its beauty. And I will say “The only human back I will ever see.”

A back that maybe Matisse would have wanted to sculpt and put on display for all to admire. And now I will go on with my day feeling a little bit more beautiful with this at the back of my mind.

Black Linen

Eileen Fisher linen blazer
Eileen Fisher linen pants
Eileen Fisher crinkled scarf
CUUP bra
Freda Salvador sandals (Shop Similar)

There’s something so impeccably no-fail with black linen in the warmer months. And something even more impeccable with that black linen comes in the form of a relaxed suit. I keep reaching for this slouchy blazer and pants combo. It’s made for the beach, but also the city. Eileen Fisher is one of those brands that does easy living essentials like these the best, while also being very environmentally conscious. I see myself living in this look for years to come.

Red + White + Black

Ann Taylor button up
H&M necklace
ANIM cotton skirt
Freda Salvador sandals (https://go.shopmy.us/p-60612300)

A bold button up goes such a far way to energize all your summer whites. I highly recommend getting one in a punchy, bright red because it has this incredible way of making you feel like you are on vacation. And that’s the feeling I’m going for. I feel like every edition of 7 Days, 7 Looks includes a presence of red somewhere in there. That’s something you can most likely always rely on. Also, I’ve been liking the idea of folding the tops of my skirts down in the warmer months, because it feels more flirty. And gives the illusion of a hippy belt.

Neutral with Dashes of Pastel

St. Agni dress
Vintage Chinese silk scarf from Ebay
Jamie Haller wedges
Vintage bracelet

This sage green feels so minimal and cleansing. It’s an easy go-to color for me in the summer, and its breezy shape is basically necessary once the heat starts to really kick in. Such a fun piece to play up with some accessories like a color drenched scarf and a bangle bracelet to contrast the minimalism of this dress. I’m on the hunt for more lightweight fringe trimmed scarves to have fun with this summer. For some reason, the soft color tones on this scarf really lends an airiness to this look that I don’t exactly have words for, but all that matters is that I really love it.

Tomboy But Make It Sheer

Belle Anna sheer top
Old cargo pants I cut into shorts
Vintage bracelet
Strathberry bag

I threw this look quickly together to meet my friend for a little art frolic around the city. I switched these cut off cargo shorts on right before leaving the house since it was the weekend and I didn’t want to feel too feminine and soft. The boyish shape of these shorts balances out the elegance of this top, which makes perfect sense to me. Also, good thing I went for the shorts because we ended up biking around the city. Practicality is key.

(here with my friend Vivien who has a brand that is so chic, called La Vi.

Sporty + Preppy

Veronica Beard blazer
Old track shorts from Rio de Janeiro
About Arianne ballet pumps

I love the contrast of something sporty and casual on the bottom, and something more refined and clean cut on the top. I never like to look too much of one thing, so balancing a look out with contrasts that also find a way to complement each other is the way to go. There are so many fun ways to experiment with color combinations here. Play around and mix it up! Just see what feels right. This look came together by accident. Who knew I’d love powdery blue and the colors of Brazil together so much?

The Loose Shirt + Capris

Scanlan Theodore chainlink print blouse
NIA capris
Strathberry bag

Capri season is here baby. For me, the capri has never gone out of style, so it sort of irritates me whenever I see a new fashion trend article year after year about how they were out and now coming back. The capri is the epitome of a summer pant because it is literally half a pant. lol. So effortless, non-fussy, just enough skin to feel right for the season and made to be a foundation to rotate your wardrobe around. I love the idea of investing in more patterned button up blouses in lightweight fabrics to change things up. This look is simple, but still speaks loads because of the chainlink pattern on top.

Distressed Leather + Pantaloons

Reiss leather jacket
Kristinit linen pantaloons
Vintage beaded bag from my friend
Jamie Haller wedges

I’ve been taking advantage of as many mild days as I can because in NYC the perfect temperature to wear leather is rare. Luckily, I found quite a few days to bring out this distressed leather jacket that cosplays as vintage but that will eventually become vintage because I see myself living in it until the end of time. There are so many fun styling possibilities with it. I’ve enjoyed all the ways I’ve played with proportions with this particular jacket, and on this day in particular I felt like going with a voluminous, more cropped pant. Late spring / early summer is the best season for these sort of offbeat bottoms. An ode to the ankle of sorts.

Happy dressing :)

I am a woman who walks. I am a woman who walks everywhere. And there really is something so liberating about walking with oneself without the use of a Google Maps and letting free will be my guide. But also letting music be my guide. This brings me to one particular day after a visit to the museum with my friend, where we parted ways on the subway, and instead of taking the train all the way home, I got off at City Hall downtown at the start of the Brooklyn Bridge and decided to walk myself over it home to just simply have some extra time with myself at the end of the day (with a glass of champagne still brewing in my belly). I had my Spotify on shuffle, and all of sudden Nine Out of Ten by Caetano Veloso came on, and the feeling of a warm hug came back to me. As a result, I came to rediscover Veloso’s album Transa, and began to fall back into a phase of listening to this one song in particular because it instantly makes me feel more grounded with myself, no matter where I am or what mood it catches me in. On this walk on my own over the bridge home, I actually enjoyed the tourists going past me in both directions, and I made my way across the bridge with no sense of a urgency as I did a sort of lazy choreography with my feet over the wooden planks and around photo takers. In a way, it was almost like I was invisible on my walk. I could observe everything around me. But no one could observe me. I had on an invisibility cloak of sorts. My eyes looking over the tops of bouncing heads to the skyline on either side of me. From my viewpoint, I saw tiny bodies making their ways along the riverfront in Dumbo. In that moment, I felt a bit like a foreigner floating within a familiar body, but it was in a good way. Maybe it was because I finally felt like I was stepping into a slightly new version of myself slowly over the past few months, and I’m still getting to know her; patiently growing alongside her and eventually into her.

The lyrics Nine Out of Ten go like this:

[Verse 1]

Walk down Portobello Road to the sound of reggae
I’m alive
The age of gold, yes, the age of, the age of old
The age of gold, the age of music’s past
Hear them talk as I walk, yes, I hear them talk
I hear they say, “Expect the final blast”
Walk down Portobello Road to the sound of reggae
I’m alive

[Refrain]

I’m alive e vivo
Muito vivo, vivo, vivo
Feel the sound of music banging
In my belly, belly, belly, belly

[Verse 2]

Know that one day I must die
I’m alive
And I know that one day I must die
I’m alive
Yes, I know that one day I must die
I’m alive

[Refrain]

I’m alive e vivo
Muito vivo, vivo, vivo
In the Electric Cinema
Or on the telly, telly, telly

[Chorus]

Nine out of ten movie stars make me cry
I'm alive
Nine out of ten movie stars make me cry
I'm alive
Nine out of ten movie stars make me cry
I'm alive
Nine out of ten film stars make me cry
I'm alive
Nine out of ten movie stars make me cry
I'm alive

[Verse 1]

Walk down Portobello Road to the sound of reggae
I'm alive
The age of gold, yes, the age of, the age of old
The age of gold, the age of music's past
Hear them talk as I walk, yes, I hear them talk
I hear they say, "Expect the final blast"
Walk down Portobello Road to the sound of reggae (Ooh)
I'm alive

[Refrain]

I'm alive e vivo
Muito vivo, vivo, vivo
Feel the sound of music banging
In my belly, belly, belly, belly

And only in that moment did I truly understand the meaning behind the lyrics of this song, and on this day in particular it felt like I was hearing it for the first time again, but with a whole new mindset. My walk over the Brooklyn Bridge in a way was my very own “Walk down Portobello Road to the sound of reggae”. I love this line because it brings to mind that sense of being an outsider in a place far from home, but bringing yourself back to your roots through the things that feel most familiar and instinctual. For many of us, this familiarity is through music, like the line: “The sound of music banging in my belly, belly, belly, belly.”

Music and I have built a magical and most reliable friendship throughout my lifetime. After my divorce, I did in fact feel like a foreigner in my own life. I was taken out of a storyline that I had built up in myself and plopped into this strange sort of transitional place with no idea of where or what the end game would be, with just a handful of people who felt they knew what they think that end game should be for me. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if an end game was really meant for me, but I had no idea if that was a good or a bad thing.

During this time that felt both abrupt but also slow brewing, I had many flashes of the idea of moving far away from New York City where I could not only have a fresh start but also broaden myself by taking on the role of a stranger, because to be honest, strange was exactly how I felt.

Of course I was naive to think that it would be that easy to start over like that. To escape. To escape what really though? I wasn’t sure, but I think it was just the noise that suddenly started to feel too noisy, and a fear of experiencing a version of loneliness that felt too permanent.

The idea of physically uprooting myself still strikes me every now and then, but within the last few months of staying put in NYC after my trip to Japan at the start of the year, I chose to allow life to just happen to me, embracing the little things and the big things (but mostly the little things), and all of a sudden New York City started to feel once again like the only place that makes sense for such a transitory place in my life. Slowly, I was able to let go of the idea of an “end game” and I felt myself coming back to myself organically, without too much contemplation or sense of over control. Time just allowed it to happen. And just relying on my own two feet to navigate this city and my place within it, with music being a guiding force.

When Caetano Veloso sings: “Nine out of ten movie stars make me cry”, I transport to the films that cradle my soul gently with emotion. If you guys don’t already know, I love to cry. haha. Like in Rohmer’s “The Green Ray”, the main character Delphine played by Marie Rivière, in a built up and passionate wave of vulnerability, finally catches a glimpse of what she has been waiting for all along: a sign that is reassurance that what feels too out of reach or completely impossible, is in fact not out of reach or impossible at all. In that moment, I knew Delphine has taken her first step into the new version of herself that doesn’t have as much doubt anymore.

Or when Katherine Hepburn’s Jane Hudson in “Summertime” waves goodbye to her short stint with romance, I don’t see it has her turning her back on a life of love, but instead as throwing herself fully into an experience that scared her before, opening herself up and choosing to pursue her own independence, free of insecurity and fear.

Or when the lead character Hirayama played by Kōji Yakusho in “Perfect Days” drives to work in the morning, oscillating between a tearful sorrow and joy, with Nina Simone's "Feeling Good" playing on his cassette tape. I don’t think I’ve seen a scene as emotionally deep as this. Gosh, how I know how much this sort of fluctuation feels. It moved me so much.

How true and raw cinema felt in these scenes. And how strongly music just amplified these emotions and the full spectrum of life, which is far from perfect, widely varied, and most of all … worth living for.

“I’m alive e vivo
Muito vivo, vivo, vivo
Feel the sound of music banging
In my belly, belly, belly, belly”

And so I crossed that bridge and I felt like it was a cinematic moment; me being a main character discovering something in her own plot line that changes everything that comes next. Successful in avoiding the cracks, tripping or stepping on tourist’s heels, but knowing that if I did, the fumble would be just for a moment, and it would be okay. And I thought to myself that saying goodbye to a city that gave me the stage to express and experience every nuance of emotion is like giving up on “Muito vivo, vivo, vivo” itself. How lucky was I, even throughout the hardest and most disruptive experiences, to keep on feeling at all. And to still have empathy. To continue to want to understand and keep giving time to it. Most of all, to be excited about and to look forward to what cannot be predicted.

That day on the bridge, me and my music, I began to feel settled into myself again. And home found me right where I was at. Not only in this city, but within my own flesh and bones and the space which makes up my mind. Me on that bridge walking back home with the familiar sounds of songs that have carved spaces to pulsate through my nervous system had the most calming effect on me. And in that instant, the world around me in close proximity felt like home to me once again. And it made me look around, taking in all the details, even the annoying ones, and I realized that I didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world in that moment. Because I would even miss the annoying parts. I would miss all of what living in this city entails far too much.

And anything and everything felt possible this day as I walked over the bridge jamming to my own rhythm alongside the one of Veloso’s, realizing the power I have with my own two feet and my own heart. And every day since has felt more and more this way.

So … where should we walk today?

There’s so much to be overwhelmed with in the beauty realm. I find it very hard to keep up with every new product launch that seems to happen on the weekly and am expected to keep in rotation to be “relevant” in the space. At the same time, I am a woman and I would being lying if I said that I have never fallen victim to the beauty realm and picked myself apart or wanted to change a physical aspect of myself because of it. And maybe that is why it is rare to find a makeup tutorial on my page … because it forces me to spend too much precious time looking at myself closely in the camera and that can be very … frustrating. But you will find one sprinkled in here and there, and it depends on whether my mental state feels like it’s capable of functioning in a playful sense of experimentation that doesn’t rely on being “snatched”.

Overall, I think that my tolerance to being swayed by a version of perfection that the beauty industry tries to sell me on the daily is very low today. I’m 38 and it has taken me a lot of time and work to accept the rough around the edges, raw version of myself that I wake up and see in the mirror as soon as I get out of bed. It’s an intentional choice to accept this. So now, when I look back at pictures when I was younger, I noticed the heavy eye makeup, the stronger cat eye, and the bolder filled in brows, and I feel distant from that version of me, but forgiving of her also. Oh how little I actually needed of all that on my face back then.

And so I regularly revert back to the tattoo on the inside of my left forearm that says in my own handwriting “imperfection is beauty,” and I think to myself: Why is this something that is so easy to forget? And I know why … I’m only human and I have an iPhone. I need to give myself a break!!! But thankfully, I do always come back to myself and realize that taking extreme measures in the name of beauty and picking out and isolating my imperfections just isn’t worth the endless mental output of energy. Check ins like this with myself always help keep me stay sane when I’m about to fall back into old negative habits of being my harshest critic.

Today, I am influenced by the beautifully aging women who surround me and who take pride in their little marks of life experience that show up as graceful lines around their eyes and upturned mouths when they smile. And I’ve been catching my own wrinkles more and more these days and they bother me less and less. Even the fact that I very much likely have melasma creeping up on my cheekbones (thank you hormonal shifts and genetics), it is slowly becoming less of a burden to carry when it catches my eye each morning. Maybe it’s because of the energy and inspiration that I get from all these women who carry imperfection proudly, and who take the time to personally remind me that aging is a gift. For me, the self instilled confidence we get from wearing makeup and putting our best face forward shouldn’t be about extreme measures, but striking an effortless balance that doesn't limit us or hold us back from pursuing the joys of life.

And while you will find me rocking the bare face at home, at the gym, during my morning errands to the post office or on my weekend strolls through the Dumbo Flea, most of the other time makeup IS involved. But today I wear makeup that feels effortless and that requires the least amount of contemplation and brain energy. And this list here is what I’ve been using for a good year; some products for even much longer. I always leave room for some playful experimentation with new colors (mostly with my lip and maybe a switch of cheek tone depending on the season), but really I stick with what actually feels good on and that allows my skin to breathe. I want to wear products that seamlessly amplify, complement and accentuate my natural features, not cover them up. Basically, I don’t want to overthink the face that I present to the world, and I want that face to be as close to genuine me as possible, and that involves embracing the imperfections and making them feel beautiful, too. And yes, you can do so AND also wear makeup.

Of course I have a bag of products that I’ve tried but don’t use consistently, and I reach for items to switch out when in the mood or when needed, which isn’t too often, but its nice to know that the collection is there and I don’t need to go getting anything new.

Here are my consistent for the past 1+ year, and I think its pretty much my sweet spot. Also, my routine requires absolutely NO MASCARA, which I hope isn’t really that surprising for any of ya’ll.

CONCEALER AND POWDER

Hourglass Vanish Airbush Concealer in

This concealer is such a GIFT. I’ve forever been an anti-foundation girl and always rather focused on healthy skin as opposed to covering it all up with foundation. What I love about this concealer is how little of it I need to get that “airbrushed” look that doesn’t look or feel caked on at all. It’s more of a subtle blurring effect. And it has been the best option so far for balancing out the melasma on my cheeks without completely covering it up at the same time.

Hourglass Vanish Airbrush Pressed Powder in Transluscent

Hands down the best pressed powder out there. It’s super airy and non-heavy. It doesn’t over mattify which I love, because a little dew is always natural and pretty. And it keeps my concealer and blush put all day. I notice that by the end of the day, without touching up, my skin really does look like it’s lit by candle light.

BLUSH

Saie Dew Blush Blendable Liquid Cheek Flush in Rosy

This blendable and buildable blush is super effortless and gives a very naturally flushed and dewy finish. It feels like a second skin rather than prominently placed color on the cheeks. Another one of those products where one tiny dab goes a long way. I’ve been wearing this color all year round and it hardly fades or moves as the day progresses.

EYE SHADOW

Merit Solo Shadow in Sartorialist

I actually always stuck with powder eye shadow before discovering Merit’s Solo Shadows. When they released new colors of this shadow last year, it was like a dream came true. I instantly found my everyday shade that I can wear super sheer and light for day or build into something heavier for evening, and wear it in a way that accentuates my natural eye shape rather than work against it. The one I wear every has a sheen as opposed to matte finish, and it is actually the reason why I started to love my natural eye shape more. I always admire a cat eye liner on others, but for me it’s just too much work. I like a messy, barely there, imperfect wash of color on my eyes.

Chanel Stylo Yeux Waterproof Long-Lasting Eyeliner

I’ve been a longtime fan of this eyeliner because it literally never moves. I just use it to swipe the color in a tiny bit along my top lash line if I feel like I want a bit more definition without the overly dramatic look of a smokey eye or a cat eye liner. This is the perfect medium for me.

EYEBROW GEL

KS&CO Clear Strong-Hold Brow Gel

I’ve actually stopped filling in my eyebrows and just embraced their natural level of fullness and shape with this clear brow gel that doesn’t flake like a lot of the other sticker ones that I have tried. It’s a product that I can use without looking in the mirror. I just apply and tap my brows into place. All good to go.

TINTED LIP BALM

Glossier Ultralip Nourshing Shine and Color in Crest

I’ve gotten back into glosses literally because of this one product. It’s the perfect balance of a shiny gloss and a lipstick. The perfect shade of deep brown that feels subtle because it goes on sheer and shiny. I reach for this lip shine when I’m feeling casual but want a little extra color to look awake. It’s the easiest thing to apply on the go.

LIPSTICK

I am officially obsessed with Merit Signature Lip Blush and have them in so many colors!!! I really want to put an emphasis on the “blush” aspect of Merit’s latest launch, and how much more effortless wearing lipstick feels this way when its just a hint of color as opposed to heavily pigmented and deep.

Merit Signature Lip Blush in Kitten Heel - This may be the only red you will ever catch me wearing this spring and summer. With reds there is always that feeling of it being too much, or too high maintenance, but with this red lip blush it doesn’t feel that way at all. The light wash if color isn’t too over empowering, and the blurring affect makes it so easy too apply without worry of keeping the lines perfect. And I love this imperfect approach when it comes to a soft, barely there red.

Merit Signature Lip Blush in Gamay - Even though wines feel more suited for fall or winter, I still love to embrace the elegant, witchy vibes of the tone even in the warmer months. I dab it on for a soft tone, but it can also be built into a darker tone for the evening. It all depends on my mood.

Merit Signature Lip Blush in Maxwell - This purplish brown came out as a limited edition color last fall, and I wish I stocked up on more because it is my absolutely favorite and basically my everyday color. And since I’ve confirmed that I am a Winter Cool, it makes so much sense why I’ve always gravitated towards this one. It works year round on me, and that is the best. Merit, please re-release this color again!!!

Merit Signature Lipstick in Antibes - a softer peachier color that is a runner up to my everyday lip during the warmer months. Warm but not too warm. Neutral but not too neutral. The color is almost like not wearing lipstick at all, which is the goal to be honest.

Anyways, this is what’s in my beauty bag. Only minimal touch ups required. NO MASCARA!

I got a bunch of new pieces from a clothing swap my friend Rachel hosted at her apartment a few weeks ago, and I’ve been basically living in these new old pieces. And it made me realize how much I am drawn to something because of its potential to shape shift and take on a new energy while still also retaining its past and the remnants of the love it was given before. The fact that something was held onto for so long before being let go of with intention has a lot of meaning for me. There’s so much beauty in this idea that puts far more weight on renewal as opposed to consumption. Being able to continue the story of these particular pieces is such an important aspect for me when it comes to choosing what I put on my body everyday and walk out the door.

I’ll be featuring looks that all my friends came up with from our swap pieces. In the meantime, here are 7 looks to get you inspired for a week of unrestrained dressing, while also finding both expression and calm in the mess that is our brains, the piles of clothing in my closet and just LIFE overall. I feel a sense of safety and security in my sense of self in these outfits, which is exactly the goal.

Casual Whites With a Pop

Vintage silk top (from swap)
Vintage Diesel belt (from swap)
Asher cotton pants
Vintage beaded bag (from swap)
Mansur Gavriel ballet pumps
Old Carla Colour sunglasses

This outfit is SO ME. Oversized, slouchy, and nearly shapeless in a way but that only needs one piece to be subtly silhouetted in that it feels sexy in an instant and with ease. I like it when silks and worn-in cottons breeze around me instead of constricting me. But then this incredible belt from Rachel is just the funky piece I needed to take my summer whites to another galaxy.

All Black Proportion Play

Vintage Guess jacket (from swap)
H&M bubble skirt
Vintage beaded bag (from swap)
Mansur Gavriel ballet pumps

It’s always so hard for me to find a black jacket that fits like a glove perfectly at the shoulders and around the waist that still feels like I can move in. This one is just that. In between a blazer and a button up, this is the type of jacket I prefer to live in during spring. A more expected everyday way to wear it would be to pair it with jeans with this exact same bag, sock and ballet pump combo, but I was feeling like a touch of Dior felt more interesting in the moment. This skirt adds such elegance but also spunk. It’s covered up, but the proportions and shapes make it so cool.

Giving Zen

H&M tunic blouse
H&M necklace
Vintage Chinese silk scarf from Ebay
The Frankie Shop pants

I’m already jumping into my vacation-inspired looks because it’s been a while since my last vacation and I’m about ready to go somewhere warm and tropical again soon! Soft and airy, bohemian through and through, space to breathe, but tied together with accessories that remind me that I can do more than just lounge. I’ve been gravitating towards longer length tops and playing around with ways to give them contrast and shape. This is where necklaces and scarves and sashes and belts come into full play. I like to find ones that remind me of artifacts or something collected from a faraway travel.

Sporty City Gal

Vintage Texas shirt (from swap)
Vintage Pierre Cardin oversized blazer (from my Dad)
Mother track pants
ATP tote bag
Leseul pumps

I recently lengthen these track pants by unstitching the waist band and loosening the elastic so that they sit lower and looser on my hips. The wonders that a pair of tiny scissors can do. All of a sudden these have become my go-to pants. This t-shirt is from the swap, and took it knowing that orange is not really a color I wear much at all unless it’s more neutral or burnt in tone. But for some reason I felt like I could find a way to make this orange feel like an extension of my style. With brown, it totally does. Balancing a sporty, comfy look with more structured pieces like this blazer and this boxy tote is basically no-fail.

A Nod to the 90’s

Vintage D&G top (from swap)
H&M necklace
ATP tote bag
Hades skirt
Mansur Gavriel ballet pumps

I love looking back at runway archives from the 90’s and seeing how minimal the looks were back then; leaning towards muted tones like grey, black and steel blue that don’t overwhelm but accentuate instead. I love fashion when it is loud and eye catching, but also when it is striking in a more subtle and softer way. In this case, it is a lesson in texture. A softly knitted grey top that feels like a second skin. A silk mid-length skirt with a sheer insert that feels basically weightless and non-existent. It calls for attention that is more a slow turn of the head after it sinks in for a few minutes longer.

Disco Shorts Suit

Vintage metallic top from Unearth Vintage
Hope Stockholm blazer
Nia shorts
Ecco pumps
Demellier “The Stockholm” suede bag

I’m usually not hunting for anything in particular when I’m in a vintage shop. I like to just see what jumps out at me and then I can decide if there is a hole in my closet that could use some filling. This is that kind of top. Although I did have an inkling for some burnt orange / pinkish toned metallics somewhere in the corners of my mind. It was like this piece was waiting for me. I call it 90’s disco. Since I’m not buying anymore new blazers right now as summer is right around the corner, this collared piece is perfect for sprucing up the ones I already have. And I’ve been waiting for the day to get the bare legs out. It’s my favorite way to keep the suit look alive and thriving as the temperatures rise more.

Structured Bohemian

Malina linen blazer
Old St Agni linen pants that I cropped into capris
Vintage Chinese silk scarf from Ebay
Vintage beaded bag (from swap)
Mansur Gabriel ballet pumps
Barton Perriera “Bessie” sunglasses

I love linens in the spring, but sometimes they can feel too clean, too preppy or too coastal. I loved the shape of this blazer and wanted to find a way to make it feel more offbeat instead of just styling it more simply with the matching pants it came with. I remembered I had these old pants that I wore a lot last time I was in Southeast Asia, and I felt like it was time to refresh them. So I chopped into capris. which make the blazer pairing feel more playful than with just a long pant, and then the vibrant silk scarf around the waist is an added element of worldliness to break up the linen. The look ended up reminding me of the Chloe spring 2026 runway, and I’m very happy with the result. Capri season is back!!

Film I Watched

An Unmarried Woman, 1978

It took me FOREVER to find this movie to stream as it wasn’t available anywhere. But eventually via a very random streaming link it was secured. As a woman on her way to becoming unmarried herself, although under very different circumstances than the lead in the movie, I knew there would be a lot that would resonate with me with this one. And I think every man should see, as well! An Unmarried Woman is all about a woman navigating life and stepping more fully into herself post-marriage, after years of centering her life around a man who eventually leaves her for someone younger. There was so much I related to with her character arc throughout her post-divorce life. The sense of dread and fear of forever loneliness, the inability to believe that another man could ever fill that place that once was filled before, the feeling of screaming when someone new of the opposite sex gets too close (I laughed so hard at a particular scene that took place in the back of a taxi cab). But what I connected to the most was her slow yet steady unfolding of herself that involved embracing her independence in such a way that didn’t revolve around a male figure in her life. I saw so much beauty in the way she still allowed herself to slowly open herself back up to love and feel those sparks again. But I was so proud of the way she was able to stand strong alongside a man on her own terms, making the choices that she wants for herself first and foremost. A gutsy heroine that I felt so proud of. And I looked at myself, and I felt proud, too.

A few other films I watched this past month that might suit your fancy, as they suited mine:

Full Moon in Paris, directed by Éric Rohmer, 1984 … Rohmer. Need I say more? I love feeling like I’m right there in the film with the characters every time I watch a Rohmer. Conflicted emotions and all. Inspo for my upcoming Paris trip, too.

The Last Seduction, directed by John Dahl, 1994 … has all the sultriness I want out of a 90s noir-esque film. Plus the fashion.

Bleeder, directed by Nicolas Winding Refn, 1999 … for all you who are as Mads Mikkelsen obsessed as I am. His character was the hottest, sexiest, most introverted cinephile there was.

Big City Blues, directed by Mervyn LeRoy, 1932 … laughed out loud SO MUCH during this one.

Highly recommend throwing an Emo Angst Feminist Rage Dance Party with your girlfriends.

We planned an emo dance night at my place over a month ago, but I totally forgot to add it to my calendar. But then my friend Christina texted and asked if our dance party was still happening. I had the evening free still, so of course I said it was still on. It’s rare to have a random Thursday night where a good amount of my girlfriends can be free to come together in one place for a chill hang, so we had to take advantage. The playlist started with the classics emo jams we listened to in high school, and then it sort of took on a life force of its own and transformed into a very broad range of nostalgic tracks that we could head bang and rage to in general. All of a sudden our innocent emo dance night looked like it was going to be one for the angsty girls. And we have lots of reasons for it, too. As women, we have so much pressure on us at all times and from all sides to be a watered down version of ourselves accepted by society, which is so full of contradictions and we can never feel good enough. We take on so much on our plates, while also expected to pile the plates up for everyone else before ourselves. I know that I did and especially so last year. Sometimes you need a night of unhinged goodness. To scream it out and shake it out and flail about. And laugh about the fact that my mom was wondering why I’m home dancing on a Thursday night instead of out on a date. But you guys know why. It was CATHARTIC AF. Thank you to my cousin for documenting with her cinematography skills so we have these memories saved, from which the screen captures would be the most iconic coffee table book. A night to remember with my angsty, witchy, vibrant girls. I cannot explain how much I cherish my friendships!

This whole month of March I accidentally fell into a nostalgic rabbit hole of songs that I listened to on repeat when I was a teenager. It has felt so necessary. Already two weeks before our dance night, Michelle Branch liked my Instagram post and it was like memories from my girlhood just came flooding back. All of a sudden it was Michelle Branch’s album The Spirit Room that came out in 2001 on repeat for me. It was like stepping back into the shoes of my 14 year old self, instantly washed over with this feeling of a simpler time, and there is so much truth to how much these feelings can be antidotes. Sometimes these feelings give us all the purpose to get us through a day. Simple as that. And I remembered how impactful that album was for me in that coming-of-age sort of way, and the feelings it helped me feel and the vision of myself that I wanted for myself. And then I was walking to meet my friend for drinks the other night and was laughing so hard to myself because I was also listening to Panic! at the Disco and thoroughly enjoying it, and nobody else has to know. It was the best feeling ever!

So this is a sign to grab your girls and dance and go down that nostalgic rabbit hole.

Two exhibits I was inspired by at The Met.

Seeing Silence: The Paintings of Helen Schjerfbeck

I’ve never heard of the Finnish painter Helen Schjerfbeck before, but I knew it was going to be something I would like from a preview photo I saw. This exhibit was strikingly beautiful and emotional. And I always make a point to get to know more female artists who have risen up against personal struggles and the politics of the time to stand out from the pack in a male dominated space. The exhibit was remarkable and I loved being able to explore all her different styles and approaches throughout her body of work, and how they shifted with time. Especially her self portraits, which are both simple and extremely abstract. And her use of the color green, in all of its flux of tones, really stood out to me. Now I have green on the mind and I can’t get it out of my head.

Lillian Basman: Bazaar and Beyond

This exhibit was close to my heart because it focused on fashion and photography, but through the work of an artist so removed from both that she created her very own space within a space. This exhibit showcased how fashion photography could be expressed and interpreted in a totally different way, through atmosphere, blur, distortion, and other techniques that the fashion magazine world never even imagined using before. In her work, the fashion was hinted at and left up to interpretation rather than something super direct and straightforward. I loved this quote by Lillian Basman: “I didn’t know anything about photographing fashion, but I knew about photographing women.” The work brought to life the essence and core of womanhood. The women wore the clothes and created the aura, not the other way around.

Book I Read: Family Happiness by Leo Tolstoy

I just finished this outside in the sun the other day. I’ve never read any of Leo Tolstoy’s work before, but this one was recommended to me in light of recent life experiences lol. A quick and easy read that hit hard in a subtle, quiet way. A story about love and the natural transitions that take place during the course of a relationship, from something fiery, exciting and nearing infatuation to something more calm, steady, routine and domestic. All things I understand very much coming out of a long term relationship; lessons from which I will be taking with me into my next one … whenever that may be. What I thought was the most interesting thing about this story was the way that it ended. It was done in such a way that left it up to the reader to make up their own mind on whether the protaganist’s decision on her life course was something that made her happy or not, instead of telling us how we should think or feel about it. Does she make this decision for herself, for her husband, or to fit into a world projected onto her. Is she giving up in the end, or did she find her true calling? Hence, the book’s title, Family Happiness. It's a term that can be interpreted in a million ways, and it’s incredible how so much of society back in 1800s Russia still feels so relevant today in 2026 America.

Running season begins again!!!!

Gosh it feels so good. As soon as the first warm day hit, I was out there in my running shorts and go go going. This past winter my body has felt denied of that deep full body exertion that only running can give you. It’s hard to explain unless you do it. But it’s a kind of movement that my body naturally craves as soon as I start, and it’s almost second nature. Thanks to our dance night, Limp Bizkit is what gets me moving. Running for me is all about how I feel. Let’s keep doing more of that.

Making vintage scarves sourced on Ebay my new personality for spring.

Ebay has been like a second home to me this March. My vintage Tang jacket. My red leather reptile embossed skirt. Books. Japanese watercolors on silk. Currently on the hunt of a vintage red trench coat because I had the inkling for one. I went on a deep dive for Chinese silk fringed scarves and bought a few in bulk from a vendor based in Bulgaria. I threw in a red polka dotted one made in Denmark just because it felt highly spirited. They took their sweet old time getting to me, but arrived right in time for some warmer days. I think I know what the theme of my next edition of 7 Days, 7 Looks is going to be. I’ll be having lots of fun making old pieces feel new again with these.

Excited to see what my DNA has to tell me about my roots.

I’ve recently been thinking about my roots and ancestry more lately after stumbling upon some old photos of my grandparents. I was told that my paternal grandmother was always told that she resembled Maureen O’Hara, a famous Old Hollywood actress with Irish roots. And my maternal grandmother was like a character out of a Wong Kar Wai film. I’ve always asked my dad over the years about what he knew about his parents and grandparents, and it always came back to the same realization that he really didn’t know much beyond his parents and he can’t remember why he never asked more questions about it when he had the chance to. Not even the details of how they met exactly. It was always something not talked about very much he remembered.

So when I got ahold of some old photos of my paternal grandparents in Los Angeles from my cousin I tried to see if we could dig up more information. She knew that our grandma was born in Los Angeles and our grandpa was born in Michoacán, Mexico, and most likely they met in Merced, California since our grandma had lots of family there. Beyond that, really no one knows anything else. And that made me think about how it was very possible that, especially for my paternal grandfather in particularly, the act of erasing one’s past was a form of survival and assimilation to fit into the American Dream, which was so prevalent in the 1950s, when my father was born in Los Angeles.

And it makes me think about how it was in Singapore and Malaysia at the same time, under British colonial rule, and how colonialism and white supremacy must have affected my Asian grandparents and their own path of finding their space within a society forced upon them in their own home country; one with a "divide and rule" strategy between different ethnic communities, majority being Chinese and Malaysians. This leftover currents of this strategy exist even today in society there. These are things I never really thought about much during my trips to Southeast when I was younger, but in the past few years they have come to mind much more. I’ve heard both perspectives from my aunts and uncles growing up in Malaysia on the pros and cons of growing up under colonialism, and the ramifications of post-colonialism that has shaped the country to be how it is today. I think these are the kind of questions we need to be asking more and more today as it touches every aspect of life.

I’m just so curious about my roots so much more now. Hence the DNA test that just arrived at my door from Ancestry.com. I’ll keep you guys updated and let’s see where the conversation will go from there.

In other spring news, I’ve had the inkling that maybe I should pick up the bass guitar again instead of just letting it sit in my closet for another year. I think 2026 should be a year of not allowing things to gather too much dust. Here’s to a non-dusty spring awakening.

Two posts ago, I spoke about my time in Japan being one of the most intimate experiences that I’ve had the chance to have with myself. I found comfort alongside myself and held my own hand throughout it all without the feeling of an empty sense of loneliness in my solo-ness. What a freeing feeling that was. It was the perfect balance of days spent exploring on my own, in between days between meeting up with friends and making new ones, and with each passing day I started feeling very much at home in this big hectic city that also has one of most peaceful natures I have ever experienced. Some days felt seamless, as I made conversations so easily with strangers and would end up having lunch with them. But then I also had some awkward moments acclimating to some rules and customs that slipped out of my mind since my last trip to Japan two years ago. Like picking up a Facetime coming in from my friends in an udon restaurant on my second day in Tokyo at 9am in the morning, and being a bit scolded for it. That was a mistake that reminded me that I am indeed a foreigner far from home, but I realized that there is actually no reason to feel a sense of embarrassment as I’m living and learning. And that includes making tiny hiccups alone the way. These awkward moments … they are okay … they are normal. And they humbled me. I got used to having only my own pace to consider each day, and well it has felt like a very long time since I’ve had that feeling all to myself. And it forced me to embrace all the time and space that I had around me so I could be able to savor things in new ways … even the most uncomfortable ones. And they ended up being far less uncomfortable than I thought they would be.

I think one of the most interesting things about Tokyo is its complex duality. It comes across softly in its architecture and hidden neighborhood shrines. In the pace of its trains and the movement of its humans at oversized intersections. In slightly disheveled flower shops. In the purity of a bowl of tender udon noodle soup. The shape of life feels pronounced here in a way that I feel close to, both gentle and loud. Its imperfect perfection is hard to explain exactly. It’s more of a feeling. But you have to look closely to see it. And closely I looked and admired. And so effortlessly I allowed myself to just be. And that felt like a whole new world in itself.

From my friends in Japan, I learned some Japanese sayings that really touched me. For example, I learned the meaning of this Japanese saying: Mono no aware (物の哀れ). It means a bittersweet awareness of the impermanence of beauty, life, and all things, instilling deep appreciation for and connection to fleeting moments because of the fact that they will eventually pass. It is a blend of emotions, both sadness and joy, that makes the present moment feel even more significant. And the idea of fleeting-ness in the midst of forever-ness was something I had to grapple with this past year. And coming to accept that many things in life aren’t always meant to last for the rest of lives. That something lasting for just a certain period of time also has just as much value. In Japan, I allowed myself to be washed up in impermanence; the precious afternoon light that came into my hotel room window and warmed me up, the quiet mornings at the shrine that I paid a visit to every morning on the way to the train, the gentle train rides out of Taito City as I made my way towards the loud Shinjuku buzz, the sound of jazz that matched the rhythm of my thoughts as I sipped my coffee and had no idea just yet what I would do once I finished it. And knowing that once I got back to NYC, these moments will be distant memories, but their presence will still be inside of me someway, somehow. That made every little moment worthwhile and that kept me going.

And so, this is how I started my year off. On my own in Japan, but not on my own at the same time. If you know what I mean. Every time someone asks me how my trip to Japan was, I tell them how freeing it was. How much I really needed that trip for myself. That I’m not sure how this year would have started for me if I didn’t go to Japan and sort of reconstruct some old ways of thinking so that I could feel more in control of my life. That was my goal for this year. To take the keys and turn the wheel and go on my own terms.

The other day, some of my girlfriends and I were speaking about the idea of our lives being in Acts. Act I, Act II, Act III and so on. I’m not sure what Act I am in now, but I am definitely in a new one. And how every Act, every path, has its own worth that is no greater or no lesser than the others. They are just different but equally important because they move us from one thing to the next thing, fleshing out a unique story; a story that no matter what will always be ingrained in us even as we leave parts of it behind or step away a bit from them. For me personally, I came back home from Japan thinking to myself that I am honestly, truthfully down for a million more acts, as I am in the midst of just throwing myself into a new one. The reasoning is because I never felt that I truly had the ability to choose before. And now looking back, that was so stifling. But now, I look forward and I know that my next act or two or three or four or infinity more, whatever they may be, I can choose them. And I will choose. So thank you Japan for giving me the time to choose. To adventure. To be whatever I want to be. And to do it with excitement and openness and even awkwardness as I find my footing.

And so, I wanted to share my itinerary for my two weeks in Japan. It never feels like there is never enough time to do it all and see it all. This trip was more about spending time in the places a bit more off the beaten path, the local spots my friends enjoy, being surrounded by optimistic and creative energy and learning the art of going with the flow and finding my pacing in a big city. Enjoy.

DAY 1 and 2

Taito City

Arrived in Tokyo on January 1st and I stayed my first week in the city in Taito City, since I wanted to explore a part of Tokyo that I never got to see before. I stayed in Taito City, a part of Tokyo that I haven’t explored yet, and which is why I intentionally chose it, to be a bit more in a quiet, more neighborhood and local area away from the hectic nature of Shinjuku and Shibuya which were only a train ride away.

I stayed at the wonderful Edo Sakura, a very lovely small boutique hotel tucked away on a quiet side street with traditional tatami mat rooms. My room was perfect and the afternoon light came right into my room. Such a peaceful stay here and I loved the staff!

Senso-Ji Temple and Asakusa

I landed in Tokyo right in time to observe and take part in Japan’s Hatsumōde (初詣) celebrations, the first Shinto shrine or Buddhist temple visits of the new year. These customs last the first few days of January, and involve eating soba noodles, getting fortunes and all sorts of purification rituals. Many parts of the city away from the center felt quiet, and I found so much peace is my early morning walks in search of a bite for breakfast, but I slowly became energized as I neared closer and closer to a temple, in my case Sensō-ji, where large crowds began to gather in the hopes of of healthy, happy and prosperous new year. I allowed myself to get lost in a crowd, literally very similar to how Scarlett Johansson’s character roamed the streets in Lost in Translation, as I was nearly fresh off a plane, a bit still getting used to being completely solo for my first two days, jet lagged and without much of a plan. It was sort of like drifting through a dream. Hazy yet colorful at the same time. I followed the sounds, the scents, the lights and the feels. And to be honest, I wouldn’t have the start of 2026 in any other way.

Coffee at Sukemasa Coffee

102 2 Chome-29-2 Asakusa, Taito City, Tokyo 111-0032, Japan

They are very serious about their coffee in this small yet cozy little shop. Had the most delicious cappuccino to kick start my time in Tokyo here. I loved the little card they gave me describing the details about the beans used for my cup.

Asakusa Udon / 浅草うどん

2 Chome-29-10 Asakusa, Taito City, Tokyo 111-0032, Japan

Udon for breakfast is always a good idea in my book. Stumbled upon this place by accident. It was very peaceful and their fresh made gyudon udon with raw egg was not only gorgeously presented but hit the spot so perfectly.

Yanaka Ginza

3 Chome-13-1 Yanaka, Taito City, Tokyo 110-0001, Japan

This traditional shopping street has been around since the 1950s with around 60 stores & restaurants. To me, it’s a must see, and also all the streets and neighborhoods surrounding it. Super lovely, old school shops and aesthetic storefronts. It’s like taking a step back in time. There is also such a love of cats all over this part of town. Keep an eye out.

Echigoya Honten / 越後屋酒店

3 Chome-13-2 Yanaka, Taito City, Tokyo 110-0001, Japan

I LOVED this place so much. Stumbled upon it on the main street in Yanaka Ginza, and thought it looked like the perfect little spot to chill. It’s a liquor store, but they can also serve you and it’s all standing only, super casual. And they allow you to bring your own food in to eat, which is amazing since there are so many snack food options all in the area. Such a fire concept, and a friendly environment to match. I had a nice warm sake. I definitely left here buzzed, but that is why I went to the bakery just a few shops down afterwards.

Mochi at Chaya Matsuo / 松緒

3 Chome-12-1 Yanaka, Taito City, Tokyo 110-0001, Japan

Matcha and mochi is an impeccable pairing, and I don’t mind having it once a day anywhere in Japan if I can fit it in. It’s so ceremonial, and the process of eating it feels so full of intention. It’s a reminder to slow down and enjoy every moment.

DAY 3

Hitotema Bakery, Nippori

3 Chome-11-14 Yanaka, Taito City, Tokyo 110-0001, Japan

I stocked up on pastries here to take back to my hotel to have with my coffee in the morning. Best idea ever! The chicken curry puff and the cream cheese bread were my favorite.

Nezu Shrine / 根津神社

1 Chome-28-9 Nezu, Bunkyo City, Tokyo 113-0031, Japan

This tranquil Shinto shrine was really beautiful. I recommend walking through the tunnel-like series of torii gates. In the springtime this shrine is full of azalea blooms.

Lunch at Sampota Cafe Nombiriya / 散ポタカフェ のんびりや

5 Chome-2-29 Yanaka, Taito City, Tokyo 110-0001, Japan

I met with my friend Eric for lunch here and she chose it because she knew how much I love the nostalgic, Showa-era style of cafes and kissatans because of their cozy and mismatched nature, dark wood, contrasting patterns, full of books and knickknacks that it almost feels like you are inside someone’s private home. This place here is exactly that. I felt like I could spend all afternoon here just catching up and taking in all my surroundings. The food was delicious. The squid ink omurice is a must here.

Shibuya Crossing

I’m quite well acquainted with Shibuya from my first trip to Tokyo, but I always feel you need to go or pass through at least 1 or 2 days during a trip. My friend wanted to take me to the famous Shibuya crossing and o a little people watching. Always a fun little tourist thing to indulge in. Had a good laugh watching all the iPhones up in the air to catch the moment the crowds cross the street.

Dam Dam Tokyo store in Omotesando

From there we made our way to Omotesando to check out some of the more boutique shops. One of my favorite skincare brands, Dam Dam, has a beautiful shop on the Main Street here. Definitely worth checking out! Eri and I ran into my friend Mai here and we all ended up spending the rest of the evening together :)

Cafe Lotus / ロータス

A little girls chit chat session over some yummy coffee and pound cake. In the back there is a staircase that goes underground that is a super cozy, vibey restaurant.

hebeerryk! wineshop

〒151-0072 Tokyo, Shibuya, Hatagaya, 1 Chome−29−2 THESTEPS 1F

Mai took us to this newly opened wine shop as her friend owns it. The energy was high here, full of locals and international friends all together in this chill neighborhood a bit on the outskirts of Shibuya. I felt like I was in Brooklyn for the night. Plus, and amazing wine selection. Hebeerryk! translates to “a state of being drunk or extremely intoxicated” which I thought was very cute.

Tokyo street food at Gindaco Tavern Hatsudai / 銀だこハイボール酒場 初台店

1 Chome-37-1 Hatsudai, Shibuya, Tokyo 151-0061, Japan

We had a bit of a hard time finding a dinner spot after wine, as many places in Tokyo are quite small, so waits can sometimes be long. But we stumbled upon this casual spot that specializes in Osaka street food. I tried some new things like (fried octopus balls) and oden, which is special around the New Years. It was very satisfying.

DAY 4

Set breakfast at Ootoyah

Japan, 〒160-0022 Tokyo, Shinjuku City, Shinjuku, 3 Chome−34−11 Peace Bldg., 2F

Of course I had to make sure to try Ootoyah in Japan as I frequent the ones in NYC, which are more elevated, sit down style restaurants. The food was exactly the same, for MUCH cheaper than NYC prices. This is my idea of a perfect Japanese breakfast. It is a chain so you can find many throughout all of Tokyo.

Edo-Tokyo Open Air Architectural Museum

Japan, 〒184-0005 Tokyo, Koganei, Sakuracho, 3 Chome−7−1 内 都立小金井公園

On my fourth day in Tokyo, after feeling acclimated and just the day before going around the city with friends, I had a full Sunday to myself and set this particular day aside to visit the Edo-Tokyo Open Air Architectural Museum. It’s a little bit on the outskirts of central Tokyo and I knew I wanted to get my architecture and history fix in. I spent around 3 hours here taking my time walking through study homes and buildings, mostly from the Meiji Period (1868-1912). I entered these buildings, shoes off, and I made notice of the way the light entered spaces and gave a new dimension, how wood paneling helped give structure and presence to rooms, how the tatami mat flooring felt so grounding and something to be respected and delicately walked upon. I observed spaces where Japanese people would go to shop for their daily food and essentials like miso and soy. How every aspect of a tea ceremony is full of intention in its process. Public spaces like an awe inducing public bath created for community building and stress relief. Here you really FEEL space and the way that light and air and sound move through, and how culturally important this is. And it was interesting to see how these spaces changed subtly with modernization and westernization. I left feeling so inspired to bring a little more of this intention into my own home. I was surprised my local friends haven’t been here yet! I highly recommend coming here for your next trip to Tokyo.

Curry at Nasu Oyaji

〒155-0032 Tokyo, Setagaya City, Daizawa, 5 Chome−36−8 アルファビル 1F

This small and artsy vinyl spinning spot is known for their curries in a dark, sweet gravy. The gravy was so savory and perfect. This place was neat and very chill.

Walk around Shimokitazawa and watch all the young, cool kids while you pop in and out of vintage shops.

DAY 5

Fish Market - Tsukiji Outer Market / 築地場外市場

Japan, 〒104-0045 Tokyo, Chuo City, Tsukiji, 4 Chome および６丁目一部

I finally made it to the famous fish market and actually made it in time to see the first tuna auction of the year! There’s a lot to take in here, people (lots of tourists), food to try of every kind, and some nice souvenir shopping. Definitely a fun attraction.

Kitsuneya / きつねや

Gyudon is one of my favorite Japanese dishes since I was a little kid, so it was a must for me to have it in Japan. It is the most delicious dish ever and one of my favorites ways to eat beef. The dish consists of a bowl of rice topped with beef and onion, simmered in a mildly sweet sauce flavored with dashi (fish and seaweed stock), soy sauce and mirin (sweet rice wine). Served alongside rice and also tofu sometimes. I got here right before a line started. It’s super casual, standing eating at a few tall tables, people in and out. SO CHEAP. And one of the best meals ever to me!

Hamarikyu Gardens 浜離宮恩賜庭園

1-1 Hamarikyuteien, Chuo City, Tokyo 104-0046, Japan

Public park with a pond, laid out in the Edo-period style, on the site of 17th-century Shogun villa. The view of the city from here was immaculate. It almost looked unreal, like a lego land with the dreamy shapes of tree tops. Definitely a highlight of my trip because I felt like I could really unwind and find some quiet here.

Nakajima Tea House / 中島の御茶屋

1-1 Hamarikyuteien, Chuo City, Tokyo 104-0046, Japan

I was looking to do a simple yet traditional tea ceremony this trip, and I found this lakeside tea house inside the Hamarikyu Gardens. Sun filled. Red carpet. Zen. I love the ritualistic nature of drinking matcha after having something sweet to enhance the flavor. This afternoon was very special.

ICHIRAN Shinjuku Station Central East / 蘭 新宿中央東口店

Japan, 〒160-0022 Tokyo, Shinjuku City, Shinjuku, 3 Chome−34−11 Peace Bldg., B1F

You can’t go to Tokyo and not have Ichiran! I’ve been quite a few times to the one in Times Square, normally getting the veggie ramen. But be sure that in this Tokyo location, you’ll have the fully authentic rich pork broth. It was DIVINE. I took my sweet old time devouring this.

Walk around Shinjuku

One of my favorite things to do at night without a plan. Just people watch. I actyally prefer the crossing streets in Shinjuku as opposed to the one in Shibuya. It’s so pretty all lit up. This is the late night technicolor city at its finest. I walked through all of Shinjuku, stopping through Omoide Yokocho and Golden Gai to have a drink and just feel the buzz around me.

Day 6

Soba for breakfast at Ichiyoshi Soba / 由そば 日暮里店

This spot was such a gem! One of the cheapest places you can eat for a really high quality and large bowl of piping hot soba noodle soup. And you get to choose as many additions you would like. This place was incredible. And it was fun being the only foreigner here, as it’s definitely a local spot. Mostly men having their soba for breakfast before going to work. It was good vibes and I felt very welcome :)

Asakura Museum of Sculpture / 朝倉彫塑館

7 Chome-18-10 Yanaka, Taito City, Tokyo 110-0001, Japan

This museum is such a gem! It is the 3-story former residence & studio of sculptor Fumio Asakura, with many of his works & collectibles on display. A zen garden in the middle. You can walk through it all an admire all the intentional detail of his home and work. Also, the rooftop is incredible. I was given a private walk through by the sweetest tour guide, and I learned a lot. This is definitely an underrated museum that I recommend highly!

Tokyo Metropolitan Art Museum

8-36 Uenokoen, Taito City, Tokyo 110-0007, Japan

I wanted to pop in here to check out the current exhibits. There was an amazing one going on when I visited on embroidery.

Shinobazu Pond Antique Market

5-20 Uenokoen, Taito City, Tokyo 110-0007, Japan

This pond in the middle of Ueno Park has an incredible antique market full of goodies! So fun to just browse even if you aren’t looking for anything in particular. Vintage vinyls, sake cups, artwork. I ended up picking up some beautiful nature prints on really nice paper to bring back home for myself and my friends.

Dinner at Iroha Sushi Honten / いろは寿司 本店

1 Chome-30-10 Aobadai, Meguro City, Tokyo 153-0051, Japan

This is my friend Mai’s favorite sushi spot in the city, and I feel so lucky to have tasted it. Everything fresh made by these older sushi men who have years of experience. I still dream about the flavors and freshness of this meal. And getting to watch it all be made right in front of us while we sip beer. Perfect.

Epulor - Record listening bar

Japan, 〒153-0042 Tokyo, Meguro City, Aobadai, 1 Chome−19−10 Escenario Aobadai, 1F

I had this place on my list from seeing someone post about it on IG. I didn’t go to enough vinyl listening bars my first time in Tokyo, so I made sure to fit a few in this time around. It can be overwhelming as there are SO MANY. This one is one of the newer ones. It felt elegant but eclectic at the same time. Overall the vibes were immaculate and the choice of music played was wide ranged and unique.

Bar Martha / ヴェラハイツ恵⽐寿

109, 1 Chome-22-23 Ebisu, Shibuya, Tokyo 150-0013, Japan

We decided it wan’t yet time to call it a night just yet, and so Mai took me to another popular vinyl listening bar, which is more of a tavern style that focuses on whiskey. I had a glass of wine, and each table is filled with complimentary snacks. I literally felt like I was in the 70s and in a Scorsese film. Dark and moody, the light smell of cigarettes, walls full of records. No photos allowed. And a reminder to keep voices down, as the experience is all about the music, and there was a a lot of rock and roll playing. IT WAS SO GOOD. Definitely one of the coolest bars I’ve ever been to.

DAY 7

Breakfast at Yaesu Hatsufuji / やえす 初藤(はつふじ)

My favorite place for your classic Japanese set breakfast for a VERY affordable price. Efficient service. Fulfilling meal. Lovely yet simple presentation. I’ve been here twice my first time in Tokyo, and will keep coming back every time, of course.