Wednesday, October 26, 2011


Random Polaroids that I have been sitting in my room. I figured, why not upload them? Anyway, the most recent ones are probably the ones of me in the plaid skirt and leopard dress. The others are quite old and some include random pictures of my friends. And a few from London. Please excuse the messy-ness of these photos. I know they're not the same sizes and what not, but bare with me.  
 (left) Me, Billy, Soon Ho, and Teresa (right) Soon Ho and Teresa.
Billy and Sergio.
(Leopard dress: h&m, Hat:h&m, Belt; Ralph Lauren, Plaid skirt: Used-to-be-Mom's, Bookbag: Buffalo Exchange, Brown boots: New Look, Brown Scarf: h&m, Fur coat: Mom's, Sweater: Forever21, Leather shorts: Forever21, Brown Bag: Delias) 
The plaid skirt that I'm wearing in the first few photos has been my most recent obsession. I love it. It's very Clueless-like.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011


Recently I've been getting a lot of inspiration from this one book I forgot I had. Here are a few pictures.
Artists credited according to the book for each picture from first to last:  
Ron Norton/1991, Gilles Larrain/USA, Arthur Elgort/1992, Christian Vogt/"Portrait of Linda", Nicholas Baratta/1990, Jock Sturges/1989, Steven Meisel/1991, Andrew MacPherson/Great Britain, Joyce Tenneson/USA

I've also made a new tumblr that, I admit, is sort of creepy but... whatever. It's about MTA Subway fashion.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

We're on a Roof

(Old Navy blazer, Banana Republic dress, h&m hat, Steve Madden shoes)
Moving forward from my last random depressing post (however I do appreciate all the support I got).. . Here are a few more shots from the photo-shoot I told you guys about here during fashion week. It literally felt like we could touch the empire state building.

Currently in the middle of starting an additional new blog.. can't wait to share it with everyone!

Photo credit: Htat Lin Htut (

Monday, October 10, 2011

Slut Walk Protest & My Step-Sister's Story

(Pull-over scarf from h&m, Black tang top from h&m, pants from Century 21)
Two weeks ago I went to NYC's first SlutWalk protest. For those of you that don't know it's a walk that protests against using the way women dress against them, mainly in rape cases. While in most cases I side with protests that are for something rather against (ex: a pro-peace protest vs. an anti-war protest) just because I believe they lead more realistic results in society, after doing research this particular protest stuck with me, and overall I'm glad I went. Clearly, I over-dressed, haha. The atmosphere was so powerful that it was borderline overwhelming, but mostly motivating. 

After this protest, however, ironically enough, something happened to my step-sister that relates to this protest. I thought long and hard about revealing this on my blog, and I decided if it would help raise awareness, it's sort-of my duty. 

Around 8pm this day, my parents got a call from the hospital saying that my step-sister was in the emergency room. Now because she is a classified rebel, my first reaction was calm. I thought, maybe she's just drunk. Though after a few hours, my mom called me and said it in fact was very serious. It turns out she was found on the street in my neighborhood unconscious with her face completely beat-up, and once she got to the hospital she was unable to breathe because her lungs were filled with vomit. They rushed her to the intensive care unit in a different hospital, and it turned out that the level of alcohol in her system was three times the amount a person would normally have during alcohol poisoning. She fell into a coma. The doctors warned us that it was likely that she might not make it, and that long-term effects (if she did survive) would probably include blindness in one eye and brain damage. Me and family waited about a day in the hospital praying for her to wake up, and when she finally did she couldn't speak or open her eyes. She motioned her hand that she wanted to write something on a piece of paper, so the nurses quickly got her a clipboard with paper and a pen, and writing perfectly neat without even being able to see, her first words were "what happened?." 
After spending the entire time she was unconscious speculating what could have happened to her, or who could have done this to her, she explained on paper that the last thing she remembers is drinking in a house (not too far from where she was found) with four guys (knowing only one of them), sitting on a couch. I'm not going to go into further details, but anyone with common sense can foreshadow what might have happened to her. 
Miraculously, however, she survived and is going to recover and be fully healthy. It was truly some kind of miracle that she survived, and with no long-term effects at that.

I'm not writing this for my own benefit, as I barely like including personal stories on the internet, but instead for all of you readers. I'm not writing to instill fear in you next time you walk in the street. I'm not writing this for pity. I'm writing this to bring many things to your attention: One, that no matter who you are, or where you are, things like this are possible. Getting raped, assaulted, etc, are scenarios  that are just as possible as often as they are showed in movies. Two, that my sister walked out of the house wearing jeans, a sweatshirt, and converse on that day. Regardless of how you're dressed, it is never an excuse for why something like this might happen to you. Three, that the NYPD system needs to be changed. I realized, after the cops did not help us investigate, that probably only 20% of all rape stories go out into the media. Four, speak up. If something like this happens to you, do not be afraid to speak up. 

This protest represents the fashion industry because revealing clothing are not invitations for assault. It represents the true lack of protection this city has under the NYPD. It represents the every hospital and nurse that refuses to check a minor if she has been raped until she is conscious, which may not happen in some cases, and in others means that by the time the victim wakes up, the evidence will have already been gone. It represents every single girl walking down the street. It represents every single girl's dad asking "isn't that a little to revealing?" before she leaves the house. I can go on, but I won't.

I don't have the answers, but hopefully this personal story motivates some of you to take extra precautions in your everyday lives to stop rape culture and re-consider your safety every time you go out. 

Thank you for reading.

Photo credit: Scott Alnwick (

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Old Family Photos x 2

By now you have probably came to the conclusion on your own that, after-all, it would not be my blog if I didn't continue a previous post. It would appear that I always have more to say about something, or more I want to show you guys. (Note to self: Shut-up). Here are more inspirational pictures from the box underneath my bed, aka pictures of and taken by my family in the past. Enjoi
My mother's High School prom. 
Her again in nursing school. I remember wearing a very similar hat to these during my first job as a waitress and oddly being very excited to wear it every day to work. But it wasn't nearly as cool as these nurse hats.
A picture of Queens, NY in 1997.
 My old Pocahontas bathing suit!
My aunt's wedding day. 
My grandmother sitting in between a friend and my grandfather.