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Sunday, July 31, 2011

a van down by the river


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Went camping this weekend near Colfax, CA at a spot right on the American river. The water is all snow melt from the Sierras, so it's clean as fuck (and pretty cold) but perfect for relaxing with a beer. Inner tubing not recommended unless you want to end up 10 miles downstream. Come to think of it, it's amazing that no one drowned. I think the worst injury I saw was my friend whose legs got mauled by one of the swimming dogs.

Sigh, back to real life.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

lumpia farts


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wearing vintage skirt, J Crew sweater, Zara oxfords, Jewelmint necklace, vintage bag, hat from New Orleans, Christian Dior sunglasses

Optimistic dressing during a cold San Francisco summer unfortunately leads to rapidly stubbly legs and an immediate need for some hot food. Luckily, when I was traipsing around with Wardell this weekend, we had the brilliant idea of going to Irma's Pampanga Filipino restaurant. 10lbs of Chicken Adobo and a plate of lumpia later, and I wasn't thinking about the cold anymore.



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shanghai lumpia, Sarsi sarsaparilla root soda which the ladies told me was "Filipino root beer". YUM.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

weekday


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wearing vintage striped top, H&M jacket, Zara pants, vintage shoes, Madewell and J Crew bracelets, vintage necklace, vintage bag

In my 9 to 5 (ha, I wish) I'm usually wearing some version of the outfit above. Heels that I can run after the bus in are a key ingredient. Being late is not cool.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

odd future


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Just some randoms from my 4th of July weekend that never made the cut before because they're weird and emo. The blue bathroom belongs to some friends of ours who have fashioned their house into a living, breathing David Lynch tribute for unknown reasons. I have no idea how they managed to mount their flat-screen TV onto the 6-armed mannequin, but it looks pretty fucking rad actually.

Oh, and I can't get over Odd Future. Recently downloaded Tyler, The Creator and Earl Sweatshirt's mixtapes, which have been imbuing me with a healthy sense of "fuck you" on my daily commute for the past couple of weeks. These kids have crazy skills and not one of them is over the age of 20. If you're not afraid of swear words, vomit, and insane teenager-fueled stream-of-consciousness, you should check out their blog here.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Quween on the Scene



Photos by DREW ALTIZER (in case you couldn't tell)

A couple of photos from the Madewell opening last week. Besides browsing the racks of $98 silk tank tops and downing glasses of cheap chardonnay, Angie and I stalked the event photographer and kept nonchalantly posing within her eyeshot. When she didn't oblige our camera whore tendencies, Angie took the bull by the horns and asked her to snap a photo. The result, obviously, is pure Art.

It was fun meeting some other SF bloggers and realizing I am far from alone in my penchant for print-mixing, location-scouting for outfit posts, and obsessive thrift store wanderings. Elizabeth from Mission: Closet and Jeane from Shop Sweet Things were so totally sweet that I hope I didn't make a bad impression on them with my ass sweat jokes. Swass.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

bombay beach

A glimpse at what the world would look like about 15-20 years after the extinction of humanity...



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The most famously dilapidated of all the sad, dilapidated towns lining the Salton Sea is a tiny city called Bombay Beach. Once a haven for vacationers and billed as a "Palm Springs with water," it now looks more like a post-apocalyptic film set than a desert oasis. Years of pollution from nearby farms and the raw sewage flowing north from Mexico have turned its waters into a toxic soup where it is estimated that no fish will be able to survive by the year 2030. Half of the city has literally been eaten away by the salty, corrosive mud washed in by seasonal flooding and the other half is practically vacant. The few occupied houses left are so abandoned-looking that they have to post NO TRESPASSING signs in the windows so curiosity seekers won't just walk inside and start looking through the cupboards.




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Being a ghost town junkie, I visited while in Palm Springs last weekend and ventured into some of the abandoned houses to take photos. It was shocking to see how much stuff had been left behind--everything from bills, magazines, and old tins of food, to shoes and in one case, a pair of underwear. The whole town is enveloped in an eerie silence, made even more oppressive by the 115 degree heat. Walking through the deserted streets, you still feel like you're being watched. And in one case, we actually were--by a suspicious looking townie who kept circling the block in his Saturn, no doubt wondering what in the Sam Hell we were doing there.

Another charming feature of this god-forsaken resort town is that the "beaches" of the Salton Sea don't have any sand--just the pulverized bones of millions of dead fish. And there are dead fish everywhere--they litter the beaches and produce the most pungent odor of decay that gets stronger the hotter it is. So in July, it's pretty hot and pretty stinky.




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If nothing else, The Salton Sea should remind us that if we shit where we eat, bad things happen.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

palm springs


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wearing: H&M Garden Collection shorts, vintage Bob Mackie tank, vintage necklace, J Crew and handmade bracelets, Dolce Vita shoes, vintage Anne Klein clutch

A number of groundbreaking discoveries from this weekend in Palm Springs:

- Midget strippers creep me out. A lot.
- It is physically impossible to get drunk in 110 degree weather
- Bombay Beach, a ghost town on the Salton Sea, is the most wonderfully creepy place ever
- I want to live at the Ace Hotel

Even though I'm back at home in the fog, it's nice to look down at my supertan legs every once in awhile and remember that, for just one weekend, the sun was shining and I was in a swimming pool.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

3-day weekend, 3-day week



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wearing vintage top, UO cardigan, H&M shorts, Swedish Hasbeens for H&M shoes

I spent the weekend like every other god-fearing blue-blooded 'merican: face down in a vat of BBQ while dunking my head in beer and getting sunburned as fuck. Three day week and then I'm off to Palm springs to get sunburned some more. It's going to be like 110 degrees or something absurd like that. Can't wait.