OOTD | A Trip to Oakland

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wpid-Photo-Dec-17-2013-425-AM.jpg{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.}

12.17.13

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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

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Carlisle Peak Anorak Jacket

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 and I 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?

Gift Guide | C is for Cyclist

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San Francisco is a city full of bicycles and the people who love them. Considering the topography of this city, I find it impressive that so many people use a bike as their primary mode of transportation. In addition to that, I consider bike riding in the city to be a terrifying gamble with ones life, so I abstain. I’m accident prone, and SF is notorious for bike accidents so I’ll stick to MUNI and my own two feet, thank you very much. Perhaps when the streets become safer for cyclists I’ll invest in a bike of my own again. Perhaps something that looks like this? Until I get my own set of wheels I guess I can spoil my pedal pushing friends with some nifty accessories and pretty bike paraphernalia.

Honorable Mention: Hövding the Airbag for Cyclists an invisible helmet that revolutionizes biking and removes the conundrum of sacrificing style for safety. Halleluja!!

 

Brain Clutter | 07.07.2013

  • Rookie understands how awesome Tina Belcher of Bob’s Burgers is, and when they break it down, I realize I have a lot in common with homegirl.
  • this awesome map of the U.S. with literal translations of the names of states and cities that are something straight out of a fantasy novel.
  • this lovely photo diary of a day spent on the Bordeux waterfront over on Cuillere A Absinthe..
  • this gorgeous photo essay of an idyllic weekend getaway to the Clare Valley in South Australia over on Vanessa’s blog.
  • Digital Grotesque is an ambitious architectural project to 3D-Print an elaborately decorated room, and the 1:3 scale prototypes are pretty mind-bending. 3D printing, kids. it’s the future.
  • this sugar-coma inducing tour of San Francisco’s Ferry Building shops over on Bakerella showcases San Francisco’s obsession with baked goods.
  • this company makes custom ViewMaster’s, personalized with your photos. How cute!!
  • Christina over at Profresh Style is hilarious, fashionable, intelligent and just all around awesome. Check out this video she made on how to motivate yourself to fully understand why i’m developing a mad girl-crush on her.
  • this dreamy tumblr, DRIFT, is the photo-diary of Hannah Davis as she documents her 6 month journey around the world.
  • and the bitch-queen Sorority sister who crafted this amusingly abusive letter to her fellow sisters is now giving dating advice. thank god.
  • independent artist and researcher, Nickolay Lamm created a Barbie that more accurately represents the female population, and she be fly as fuck.
  • an interesting app by Nike which breaks down the environmental impact of the various materials used to create a designer’s product.
  • i have been thinking a lot about random acts of kindness, and how easy it is to forget that the strangers around us are people too, struggling just as hard as we are…so  Sincerely, Kinsey‘s post on her words of kindness project really struck home with me. Can you give two random strangers a genuine compliment, every day  for a year?
  • this article by Refinery29 on switching to an all natural beauty routine got me thinking about the products i use. any recommendations?

Personal Style | No Place To Be Alone

I snagged these super spiffy purple pants at the big goodwill downtown and now their one of my new favorites. The color, the fit, and the amazing embroidered details on the belt loops are all so perfect I can’t get over it. And, to top off their perfection, they seem to go so splendidly with so many things I already own. For example, this vintage top with its red, gold, black and purple stripes accents them so splendidly. Threw on my trusty red flats and my ubiquitous denim jacket and felt like the classiest of ladies.

 

I snapped these photos on the steps of a staircase in Golden Gate Park that I thought might grant me a little privacy, since its a bit hidden at the back of a field and nestled amongst trees. But as soon as I pulled my camera out it seemed to become a primary thoroughfare. So I sucked up my chagrin at being the strange girl taking pictures of herself in the park and managed to capture these images in between pedestrians.

This might be my only real complaint about living in the city. As a child of the mountains, I am unused to having such a difficult time finding a bit of seclusion. The city is no place to be alone. I live in a house with four other people, on a street constantly mobbed with tourists and transients alike. I work a job where one of my primary duties is to be gregarious and charming, and while I love my roommates, my city, and my profession, at times it can be a bit much to be always “on” for someone. At times, a body just wants a bit of solace. And finding a moment to be alone is an entirely different thing in the city than it is in the mountains, where the solitude of nature can be reached within steps of ones front door.

{blouse | vintage a perfect match}{pants | vintage Mo Hee}{flats | thrifted MIA}{jacket | vintage Climate Control}

Here, you must seek silence. You must hunt for it like a lost set of keys. Finding a quiet spot to think, or read, or take photos, or just sit in contemplation is a rare respite from a city thrumming with curiosity about it’s inhabitants. Most often, one finds their solitude in the crowds. In the anonymity of being a member of this teaming metropolis. By sitting quietly on the train without making eye contact, secluding yourself with head phones and far-away stares. But finding a true moment of isolation, of pure aloneness, is rare.