I’ve Moved!
Hey guys! Happy New Year! So far, 2014 is looking to be a year full of change, the least of which is a new address for this little blog. I’m packing up and moving over to gypsiblog.com, so be sure to update your RSS feeds and stuff. Looking forward to all the strangeness ahead!
ABC’s of Fashion – Toro Y Moi + i-D Magazine
I mean, how could I not? Toro Y Moi’s infectious 60’s influenced sound on this track is good enough as it is, but when paired with poppy pastels and pretty much all my fav designers? This, my friends, is perfection. Featuring Anais (maybe has the best name ever) Pouliot and Marina Nery, i-D Magazine should be given a hug or something for putting together this alphabetical tour of the amazing autumn/winter designs we saw on the runway this year. F is definitely for Fabulous.
OOTD | A Trip to Oakland
{boots :: Steve Madden | socks :: old H&M | tights :: Hue | shorts :: Levi’s via Marshall’s | sweater :: Old Navy via Goodwill | denim jacket :: Climate Control via Wasteland | shades :: Clobba Haight St.}
Crossed the bay over to Oakland yesterday to meet up with some friends for dinner and drinks. The moon was huge and yellow as it came up over the Oakland skyline and I immediately regretted not bringing my camera with me. I am hesitant to bring it out with me since my last one was stolen. I have this wierd anxiety that I am going to set it down somewhere and it’ll just be gone. I need to get over this.
I caught Bart over to West Oakland and met up with my friend Dani, who bartends with me at my work. She’s a fantastic Floridian of the non-crazy variety. Or at least the good crazy variety. She scooped me up in her darling little orange rollerskate of a car and we headed over to feast upon the visual and culinary deliciousness over at Mua Oakland bar and restaurant. Their industrial/warehouse space is fantastic and huge, full of interesting art, attractive human beings, and outstanding libations. A tiny, elderly asian woman in a green dress seated us at one of the small round tables in the center of the dining room, where we had a full 360 degree view of the restaurant, with it’s double-height ceiling and exposed brick walls. Their bar is beautiful and well populated, even on a Tuesday evening. We started out with the burrata and the beef bone marrow, which were both mouth watering. Our other coworker, Povi, joined us with her brother and not long after my friend Prudence arrived. We caught up over another round of drinks and an order of the citrus-chili chicken wings, which might have been my favorite of the evening. I got the duck confit for the main course and completely devoured the whole thing. The cocktails were scrumptious, my personal favorite being the rosemary martini, which was so refreshing and light it was a little bit dangerous. So easy to drink!
We moved on to Plum on Broadway, which was dimly lit and beautifully appointed, with mirrored light fixtures and walls papered in poetry. The bartenders were friendly and entertaining and the drinks were excellent and well recommended. It was a quiet evening, with maybe eight or nine other people at the bar with our group, most of whom seemed to be on dates; it was a tuesday night, after all. We lingered at the bar for a bit before moving to an open window table and carrying on conversations on all manner of things as the few people out on the street passed our warm little bubble of inebriated conversation.
It was a pleasantly crisp evening, with the christmas lights twinkling on the oak trees all over town. I was comfortable in these Levi’s shorts layered over a pair of tights, with some wooly warm socks keeping my toes from freezing in my boots. I ended up swapping this jacket out for my vintage velvet trench and my new favorite scarf (which I wore together here).
All in all a lovely night full of grand adventures with friends new and old. I don’t get over to Oakland enough, so I’m excited to have friends that live over there and know their way around. It’s funny, I have loads of family in the East Bay, but I never really explored it much. It’ll be fun discovering what it has to offer.
Gift Guide | H is for Home for the Holidays
The holidays always make me a little bit homesick for Lake Tahoe. I’m from the California side (obvs.) and I spent the majority of my formative years in South Lake Tahoe. This Christmas marks my third year living in San Francisco and may well mark the first year I don’t make it home for the holiday. A part of me is ok with this. And another part of me is making indignant, whiney noises in the back of my mind, appalled at the very idea of it.
Whatever ends up happening, I wanted to put together a little assemblage of pieces that remind me of home. So, without further ado…a Tahoe themed gift guide.
- I feel like I’ve seen these cool wood-cut topographical maps of the Lake before, but their still very cool and remind me of going on school field trips to places like the Lake Tahoe Maritime Museum
- This Pendleton Canyonville Tote should hold everything a girl needs for an overnight in the mountains. Unless your me, in which case you need six of these.
- this darling vintage round paint-by-numbers landscape would have looked adorable in the little cabin my best friend and I shared for a year. It was a priceless 70’s Tahoe relic of a house, all 70’s shag carpet and knotty pine paneling. My weird, converted attic room had wall to wall lime green shag carpeting. I shit you not. Top it off with a yellow tiled kitchen and matching yellow stove. Yup, this baby woulda fit in just fine.
- a pretty blue and grey rug to snuggle up on in front of the fire while the snow swirls down outside.
- bring the mountains with you with these charming little snow-capped mountain top studs.
- I have expressed my newfound love for chunky-knit infinity scarves before, and now my lust for them cannot be slackened. Except perhaps by these pretty little numbers by Scarf Lovers on Etsy.
- A a few nips from this scenic mountain-scape flask on the bus ride up and I probably wont harm any screaming children. I might even share with them.
- This is probably what
the kids andI will be drinking. - More snuggly goodness with this yummy grey eco-cotton hand knit sweater by Max Melody on Etsy.
- I owned the bomber-jacket equivalent of this awesome Carlisle Peak Anorak Jacket from Ruche when I was in high school and fucking adored it. Thus, all army green jackets with hoods will forever remind me of waiting for the bus in the snow with the extra-deep hood on this bad boy pulled up over my headphones.
What reminds you of home? Are you heading there for the holidays?
GYPSI 