Monday, May 9, 2011
I'm Finished With Exams...
And decided to stalk/feed ducks and take their picture. The results are as follows:
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Ode to the Fanatics
Ode to the Fanatics, who will wear red, white and blue tomorrow, and not just because white is the new black for summer:
There are few things that irk me, but they exist as the following:
1.Distasteful white shoes in any season
2. Suspenders and belts worn at the same time (then why wear them?)
3. Small talk
4. OTHER individuals deciding how I will waste my time
5. actually having my time wasted and being helpless to the imposition, as well as being acutely aware of it.
6. Seersucker/other clothing materials worn out of season.
7. and ill-timed impropriety.
But there's something that irks me the most, Fanatics. You heard me. And Americans are acutely and imperceptibly good at it. They take a devastatingly sick or outrageously unbelievable instances to call themselves American. Sure, heck if we want to implement the ideals of community or solidarity in everyday life but here we have the capture and death of Osama Bin Laden as an opportunity to embody all that we consider "American". Capitalism and being Amurican at its best: BUY MORE THINGS. Consumption, of anything and everything we can lay our grubby little Amurican obese hands on. Prove me wrong. I bet, as we speak, there are street/online vendors already making t-shirts and collector's items for us to commemorate the event with. The t shirts will probably render dingy on one wear that we will promptly dispose of, with accompanying American flags and banners all made in China [or if you were born in the 90's, in Taiwan]. All of which will be promptly be thrown away in a week or two when reality hits us: we just spent money on crap we bought on our way to work that we really don't need.
SO maybe my logic is flawed? Ok. I grew up in D.C. when the Pope came, President Ronald Regan died, 9/11 happened when school let out early, the Sniper attacks pervaded and I bravely walked from my car to the school building wishing we could have recess even though I did my homework then anyway... Shall we continue? Call me bitter? Cynical? I can say I've seen my fair share of purchasable crap in light of adverse conditions.
But on the flip side we could help buoy a faltering economy by employing the street vendor and his marketable crap. Don't get me wrong, I love crap. I grew up as that little child that had to posses any and everything that was dyed pink. Even to the lengths that I always ate pink ice cream
That is, on the rare occasions when 6year old Mia ate it.
So, you fanatics of Amurica, celebrate this moment in history by buying even more crap you barely have room for in Suburbia. I compel you. I demand you. Please be Amurican. Capitalism needs you now. Take the death of a foreigner as the opportunity to be proud to live in this country.
There are few things that irk me, but they exist as the following:
1.Distasteful white shoes in any season
2. Suspenders and belts worn at the same time (then why wear them?)
3. Small talk
4. OTHER individuals deciding how I will waste my time
5. actually having my time wasted and being helpless to the imposition, as well as being acutely aware of it.
6. Seersucker/other clothing materials worn out of season.
7. and ill-timed impropriety.
But there's something that irks me the most, Fanatics. You heard me. And Americans are acutely and imperceptibly good at it. They take a devastatingly sick or outrageously unbelievable instances to call themselves American. Sure, heck if we want to implement the ideals of community or solidarity in everyday life but here we have the capture and death of Osama Bin Laden as an opportunity to embody all that we consider "American". Capitalism and being Amurican at its best: BUY MORE THINGS. Consumption, of anything and everything we can lay our grubby little Amurican obese hands on. Prove me wrong. I bet, as we speak, there are street/online vendors already making t-shirts and collector's items for us to commemorate the event with. The t shirts will probably render dingy on one wear that we will promptly dispose of, with accompanying American flags and banners all made in China [or if you were born in the 90's, in Taiwan]. All of which will be promptly be thrown away in a week or two when reality hits us: we just spent money on crap we bought on our way to work that we really don't need.
SO maybe my logic is flawed? Ok. I grew up in D.C. when the Pope came, President Ronald Regan died, 9/11 happened when school let out early, the Sniper attacks pervaded and I bravely walked from my car to the school building wishing we could have recess even though I did my homework then anyway... Shall we continue? Call me bitter? Cynical? I can say I've seen my fair share of purchasable crap in light of adverse conditions.
But on the flip side we could help buoy a faltering economy by employing the street vendor and his marketable crap. Don't get me wrong, I love crap. I grew up as that little child that had to posses any and everything that was dyed pink. Even to the lengths that I always ate pink ice cream
That is, on the rare occasions when 6year old Mia ate it.
So, you fanatics of Amurica, celebrate this moment in history by buying even more crap you barely have room for in Suburbia. I compel you. I demand you. Please be Amurican. Capitalism needs you now. Take the death of a foreigner as the opportunity to be proud to live in this country.
Adolfo and Tiziana Dominguez Meet the Fashion Blogger
What do you do when you combine wine, good fabulously dressed friends, and wonderful company?
My kind of party, or Cocktail hour with Adolfo Dominguez. let's just say I almost didn't make it because of a traffic jam on I-81 and a prolonged hair appointment. Let's just say my hair stylist was one of the many things I wish i could have taken to college with me, undoubtedly. Needless to say, I was fabulously late and awesomely dressed. My friend who runs the Chevy Chase location was more than ecstatic to see me "Ah, you're here! You must meet Adolfo!"
Yes, yes...of course: I thought, undoubtedly!
We looked, and looked and looked above the racks of clothes and thinning crowd. You'd think with my 6 inch heels and 5'7" frame, I'd be able to spot the designer in the relatively cozy boutique. We finally spotted him entertaining a small crowd. At this point, knowing Spanish would have been relatively helpful.
"Well hellooo!" he said, in affected English.
"Hello Adolfo, this is Mia, a journalist who is very important to or store." My friend warmly introduces us.
"Yes hello, good to meet you," he said, while silently surveying my figure. "You are very beautiful--and very tall" while taking in my height. I smiled contemplatively and could hear my heart beating in my ears. [Thud, thud, thud!] Wonderful. Pull yourself together Mia. You just met Adolfo Dominguez, no big.
Now it's time to meet his daughter, Tiziana Dominguez currently the Creative Director for the company
and next in line to take over for her father. A similar introduction proceeded me, and she warmly greeted me "Ah in Spain we do 2 kisses on either cheek." I suppose it was ironic she had mistaken me for a model and thought I had been hired to wear their line, but alas, not today. :)
"It's so good to meet you! Come, I want to show you what I've been working on." She led me to the front end of the store with a rack housing a litany of options all of eco-friendly materials, geared toward the urban, hip generation. Tiziana remarked quite on point that there is a market for eco-freindly products in the United States, especially when you see things like 100% recycled napkins and Adolfo Domiguez asa brand has been continually committed to the environment.
"My sister designed the dog accessories.--So Mia, what do you do? Tell me about you." Standard response: my year in school, Comm major, social networker, blogger: the works. Somehow, we swapped emails with a promise to get coffee the next time we were both in town.
With a promise to stay in touch with my new Spanish friend and a mound of make-up work to account for, I hurried on my way back to university. :)
My kind of party, or Cocktail hour with Adolfo Dominguez. let's just say I almost didn't make it because of a traffic jam on I-81 and a prolonged hair appointment. Let's just say my hair stylist was one of the many things I wish i could have taken to college with me, undoubtedly. Needless to say, I was fabulously late and awesomely dressed. My friend who runs the Chevy Chase location was more than ecstatic to see me "Ah, you're here! You must meet Adolfo!"
Yes, yes...of course: I thought, undoubtedly!
We looked, and looked and looked above the racks of clothes and thinning crowd. You'd think with my 6 inch heels and 5'7" frame, I'd be able to spot the designer in the relatively cozy boutique. We finally spotted him entertaining a small crowd. At this point, knowing Spanish would have been relatively helpful.
"Well hellooo!" he said, in affected English.
"Hello Adolfo, this is Mia, a journalist who is very important to or store." My friend warmly introduces us.
"Yes hello, good to meet you," he said, while silently surveying my figure. "You are very beautiful--and very tall" while taking in my height. I smiled contemplatively and could hear my heart beating in my ears. [Thud, thud, thud!] Wonderful. Pull yourself together Mia. You just met Adolfo Dominguez, no big.
Now it's time to meet his daughter, Tiziana Dominguez currently the Creative Director for the company
and next in line to take over for her father. A similar introduction proceeded me, and she warmly greeted me "Ah in Spain we do 2 kisses on either cheek." I suppose it was ironic she had mistaken me for a model and thought I had been hired to wear their line, but alas, not today. :)
"It's so good to meet you! Come, I want to show you what I've been working on." She led me to the front end of the store with a rack housing a litany of options all of eco-friendly materials, geared toward the urban, hip generation. Tiziana remarked quite on point that there is a market for eco-freindly products in the United States, especially when you see things like 100% recycled napkins and Adolfo Domiguez asa brand has been continually committed to the environment.
"My sister designed the dog accessories.--So Mia, what do you do? Tell me about you." Standard response: my year in school, Comm major, social networker, blogger: the works. Somehow, we swapped emails with a promise to get coffee the next time we were both in town.
With a promise to stay in touch with my new Spanish friend and a mound of make-up work to account for, I hurried on my way back to university. :)
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Style Sightings! Hello Spring! :)
SPRING has sprung, as have the necessity to wear shorts. Which reminds me, waxing awaits for my legs.
ANYWHO! Enjoy!
<3 SF
"We're going to see a movie." Look at this much chic!
ANYWHO! Enjoy!
<3 SF
"We're going to see a movie." Look at this much chic!
The young woman in the yellow skirt has a fantastic belt, wish we could see it!
Like the outfit...
LOVE the necklace!
Love the outfit...
Love the tote!
Just a great relaxed outfit for running errands! Love this photo! :)
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
New Love: Tulips!
Yep, and I put them by my bistro table in the window of my dorm room! :) Of course they're pink...
Loving spring!
<3 SF
Loving spring!
<3 SF
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Hello, Kitty!
Hello Kitty has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember, ok more like 2nd grade. I fell in love with the smartly accessorized feline since then and could only find the Japanese manufactured items in small Asian* boutiques. Rather, to be more specific, Korean, Japanese and Chinese specialty stores. I suppose this negates the necessity of my footnote? And also in F.A.O. Schwartz, which has since folded with the Zainy Brainy buyout [another childhood favorite of mine].
But I digress.
So now, as I progressed into middle school, I began to see Hello Kitty everywhere, including Target. I was distraught. And then I looked and Hello Kitty had pimped herself out to subject herself to be made in China.
No offense to the Chinese, but Hello Kitty is made in Japan. Sanrio belongs in Japan, so does Hello Kitty. But I am a fan of importing. However, a good byproduct of this was Hello Kitty at Sephora this past couple months. My dorm, which has since been made over has been gently accessorized with parts of the line:
So thank you Sanrio, for pimping Hello Kitty out to Sephora. Yum, yum, yum.
Much love,
<3 SF
*I make reference to the culture that hails from the furthest east of the Eastern hemisphere with the utmost respect and reverence. I have longed for political correctness and have grown up referencing individuals that hail from this region as "Oriental". Rug please? I've recently heard this is politically incorrect. So bear with me, as I navigate the modernity of political correctness, which by its very definition is bent on categorization for social convenience.
But I digress.
So now, as I progressed into middle school, I began to see Hello Kitty everywhere, including Target. I was distraught. And then I looked and Hello Kitty had pimped herself out to subject herself to be made in China.
No offense to the Chinese, but Hello Kitty is made in Japan. Sanrio belongs in Japan, so does Hello Kitty. But I am a fan of importing. However, a good byproduct of this was Hello Kitty at Sephora this past couple months. My dorm, which has since been made over has been gently accessorized with parts of the line:
So thank you Sanrio, for pimping Hello Kitty out to Sephora. Yum, yum, yum.
Much love,
<3 SF
*I make reference to the culture that hails from the furthest east of the Eastern hemisphere with the utmost respect and reverence. I have longed for political correctness and have grown up referencing individuals that hail from this region as "Oriental". Rug please? I've recently heard this is politically incorrect. So bear with me, as I navigate the modernity of political correctness, which by its very definition is bent on categorization for social convenience.
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