Chola Style

Back when I was about 14, I was sent or willingly attended (depending on who you asked) an all girls boarding school for 2 years until I was asked not to return. Anywho, my roommate was a bad ass Mexican girl from the city, who to this day I consider one of my closest friends.
She taught me a lot of things, like don't fuck around with her Jonathan Taylor Thomas poster or you'll get thrown across the room - literally, Mexican slang, bandannas are fucking dope, Ranchera music is the shit, and my introduction to chola style. Life lessons I will never forget.
Ever since then I have been obsessed with the So-Cal Chola style that has influenced so many things  From movies like "Mi Vida Loca, (My Crazy Life)" and "American Me", art, tattoos and especially the fashion. Though I never got as far as the pencil in eyebrows and bandannas, YET (I still got time), I did embrace the Dickie's and thick lip liner for a bit.

Worst Christmas Ever

I think it's fair to say I took life way too seriously for way too long. If you haven't guessed by now, that's me on the right sobbing hysterically for whatever reason on this beautiful Christmas morning. Despite the mountain of awesome gifts I received (Hello! Who didn't want a Rainbow Brite doll in the 80's?) which many children would have been grateful to have, I was crying my eyes out while my patient sister stood next to me holding her gift, while confused as to why she has to not only dress like this whining idiot, but stand next to her.

I laugh at this picture now, although I was too young to remember this Christmas, or why the hell I was so upset. Later that night, as this is retold to me every single year by several eye witness, my crying jagged continued. While at dinner I took Rainbow Brite from her highchair, opened the butter dish and screaming at the top my lungs started dragging her hair through the butter. Maybe this is reason I don't have children, karma is a bitch.


I do remember the years that followed weren't that different. The crying fits, hysterics around Christmas time. Getting a bathrobe I specifically told my mom I did not want. I remember opening up the gift, scrapping away the last the of wrapping paper. I looked at the plain box and I knew exactly what was in there. I could feel my blood boil, my rage growing with every time I heard someone open a shitty gift and say and say "Oh gee, Salad shooter! Thanks Aunt Kathy!" Bullshit.
I could have done that. I could have taken the high road and gone by the phrase "It's the thought that counts." I could have shrugged my shoulders and said to myself, well a bathrobe is a practical gift and I could use one. Nope. I didn't do anything of these things. 10 years later I was about the do the same exact thing as when I was 4 years old. Throw a fit. I opened the box and gritted my teeth with anger. Tears came streaming down my face as I screamed at my poor mother. I took the bathrobe outside and started screaming "I TOLD YOU!!! I DID NOT WANT A FUCK-ING BATHROBE!!!"
I was no longer the girl who during the day at school pretended to laugh and smile when it wasn't funny. The girl who never spoke up. The quiet girl in the back row. The girl who did what everyone else wanted. Nope. Call it built up rage... fuck.
And rage it was, as I threw the bathrobe in the mud and snow and stomped on it while my family looked on in horror. My sister rolling her eyes to one of my attention seeking antics.

Of course once again I look back and shake my head in disgust whenever that topic is brought up. I wish I had a moral of the story, but yes I was a brat, yes, I had pent up anger, and yes maybe I was an ungrateful little bitch. But.... time goes by, people get older, learn more, lose more, gain more. Understand a little bit more. At the end of the day, you look back and think how serious life does not have to be. How much more enjoyable life is when we take a deep breath and appreciate the little things that surround us in life, you know the things we take for granted. Like a hug from an old friend, the wind on your face sitting on the back of your uncles motorcycle.OK maybe someone stepped on your toe in the subway, but is it worth losing sleep over? You don't have to be a doormat, but the more you concentrate on what's wrong in your life, you're missing out on the amazing things that are happening around you. I did that for toooo many years. Totally not worth it. Plus don't ever let your mom cut your hair.

Alessandra & Kate

It actually feels like spring today. For the first time in what seems like years the sun actually came out! I've been seriously lacking in vitamin D.
I also love the new Vogue Brazil with Alessandra Ambrosio. The vibrant colors, mix and match patterns, and especially the retro beach vibe. It makes me happy :)

You know what else makes me happy? Wine. You know what else? Kate Winslet on the cover of Harpers Bazaar. She's always been one of my favorite actresses and to me one of the most beautiful. Plus she's married to a guy named Ned Rocknroll, how bad ass is that?

photos via fashiongonerogue.com

Things That Piss Me Off

Peo

It was about 1:30am last night, and I couldn't sleep. So for some reason I went through my Instragram feed. I was so amazed how some people could take literally hundreds of pictures of themselves with duck lips, their ass while they're working out, and post them. But whatever I thought, another hour passed by and I still couldn't sleep as thoughts of what fucking irritates me raced through my head. The more I thought, the madder I got, the madder I got, the more awake I became.
So in no particular order these are some things. mostly people, that just fucking piss the fuck out of me (authors opinion)

1. Taylor Swift's face every time she wins something. "who me??"
2. Taylor Swift in general
3. People who mistake my kindness for weakness
4. People who assume I was born yesterday... I know what you're doing mother fucker
5. Why are the most ignorant people always the loudest?
6. People who try really really hard to be something they're not, or fit some genre of culture. Just be you!
7. Girls on facebook looking for compliments by pretending to post something else (look at my bee sting!) when in fact they're showing you their ass or cleavage in attempt for a compliment that will make them feel better. Followed by more pictures of the same.
8. Having to wear to shoes everywhere.
9. Lauren Conrad
10. People who feel the need to mention to me that I am a tall.
11. People who ask me questions about my scars in front a large group of people.
12. Finding out someone doesn't have your back the hard way
13. Walking behind someone and then they just stop mid walk. So you have to shuffle around them.
14. Kim Kardashian... please just stop. Stop. STOP.
15. Take that needle out of your ass and crack a smile for Christ sakes! And I'm pretty sure your shit does stink.
16. You're soooo busy when I need something, but yet when you need something you have all the time in the world.
17. 20 bucks in library fees!!! I might as well have bought the damn book!
18. Yes I smell like alcohol. Thank you. Probably because I just got home from the bar... fuck Mom.



Ahhhhh... I feel so much better now. I am sure there are more things, I can't think of them all right now. Please feel free to add to the list! On that note. Have a great day!

Emilio Pucci Backstage

Hopefully this will inspire a little for your day....

photos: Dazed Magazine

Goldie Hawn - 1980's

I woke up this morning and looked in the mirror. My hair looks like shit. The only thing it reminded me of was the movie 'Overboard' with Kurt Russell and Goldie Hawn (don't act like you haven't seen that classic) It reminded me so much of Goldie Hawn's character Joanna/Annie right after she fell overboard and Kurt Russell picks her up from the hospital. Yeah....Goldie Hawn rocked that do, so I guess I'll rock it out until I figure what the hell else to do with it.

Rebecca Minkoff Runway 2013

I just got back from a much needed trip to Brooklyn for my sister's 30th birthday (30!!!) Went to club Le Baron in Chinatown for the festivities and I realized even though we are only 13 months apart, (Mom & Dad were busy) I would assume I was a good 8 years older than her. While she danced the night away until 5am, I started to feel claustrophobic, anxious, and ended going home around 1am. Oh and I saw two guys who looked exactly like Jesus Christ - I mean fucking doppelgangers man. Being in the city also reminded me that there is whole other world out there waiting for me to explore. So what does this have to do with Rebecca Minkoff exactly? Nothing. I just really really love her designs. Maybe to the point of obsession. Here are some pics from her 2013 fall ready to wear, and 2013 spring RTW collection. Enjoy!

photos: style.com

It's A Munny Munny World

People are so fucking artistic, I can't even wrap my brain around it. Lately I've been obsessed with kidrobots' Munny dolls. A design it yourself blank canvas toy.... that you can practically design any which way you choose.

photos: kidrobot.com/munnyworld