Fall can begin like this:

“In the morning, the light came in silence. The house slept. The air overhead, glittering, infinite, the moist earth beneath- one could taste this earth, its richness, its density, bathe in the air like a stream. Not a sound. The rind of the cheese had dried like bread. The glasses held the stale aroma of vanished wine.”

-James Salter

photos: yuki’s flickr

There is Both a Lion and a Lion Tamer In All Of Us..

Remember James (Henry Trotter) and the Giant Peach? The thrill of living inside a peach which served as both a home and source of food in which one could eat for days, with the company of giant creepy-crawlies: the Centipede, Miss Spider, the Old-Green-Grasshopper, the Silkworm, the Earthworm, Ladybug and the Glow-worm?

Remember the Cloud Men whose job it was to paint rainbows? I loved that story.

When I look at Daria Tessler’s illustrations, it gives me that exact same feeling of adventure. I feel as if I am floating inside a giant piece of fruit adrift in a sweet chamber over the Atlantic Ocean.

See her work at here. Her work is also for sale at the very charming Charmingwall gallery in NYC.

Lisa Levine’s Cat’s Cradle & Cross My Heart



Question: If you were a Greek Maiden Huntress of the Wood, what would you wear? 

Short skirt, Hunting Boots, Quiver, Bow and Arrow.  Check.  Oh, and I think you would also be adorned with the jewelry you see above by Lisa Levine.

I’ve admired Lisa’s work for quite a while. Her pieces are equal parts tender-delicate and rock-n-roll. There’s also a Southwestern appeal that makes it feel organic and tough yet still refined and modern. She really gets that balance. I LOVE her jewelry!

And her shop is in Williamsburg, Brooklyn… Guess what I’m doing this weekend…

Cat’s Cradle


She has a new line called, “The Deep End” which mixes strong leather pieces with layers of silver chain, either braided or hanging loose. And her hair jewelry is awesome!! With names like Artemis, Athena and Falling Rain headbands, they are delicate woven pieces of silver and leather braid. Falling Rain is amazing and has a cascade of different chains hanging from a leather barrette.

Her website: lisalevinejewelry.com

Sweater Patches

 (photo: Refinery 29)

I remember my father’s suede elbow patches on his herringbone coats and cardigans. I remember him disappearing in the morning and returning in the evening with his leather briefcase, his expensive pens, his oxford shoes. He smoked and chewed tobacco; He had a beard.

 He also had an office with dark oak furniture, oriental rugs, wing-backed leather chairs and piles of books. But somehow, my eyes were always drawn to his elbow patches.  I LOVED them; they reminded me of the papery-wrapping that covers cake, especially pound cake. Don’t ask me why my child brain made the connection between cake wrapping and elbow patches. I mean, I also ate play-do. So much for the discerning palate or eye.

But let’s draw our attention to the present:  I found this great cardigan with elbow patches at Refinery 29. It is a whopping $300 at their ebay store. ouch. (But it is cashmere and by Travata) So, I thought, why not just sew some on myself for $6 a pair? Why, Jeanie, I believe that’s quite smart!

If you go to shop.com, you can find Dritz Suede patches for $5.69 in a variety of colors.

What the Living Do


“This is the everyday we
    spoke of.
It’s winter again: the sky’s a deep headstrong blue, and the sunlight
    pours through

the open living room windows because the heat’s on too high in here, and
    I can’t turn it off.
For weeks now, driving, or dropping a bag of groceries in the street,
    the bag breaking,

I’ve been thinking: This is what the living do. And yesterday, hurrying
    along those
wobbly bricks in the Cambridge sidewalk, spilling my coffee down my
    wrist and sleeve,

I thought it again, and again later, when buying a hairbrush: This is it.
Parking. Slamming the car door shut in the cold. What you called
    that yearning.What you finally gave up. We want the spring to come and the winter to
    pass. We want
whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss – we want more and more and
    then more of it.


But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the
    window glass,
say, the window of the corner video store, and I’m gripped by a cherishing
    so deep

for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I’m

I am living, I remember you.”

-Marie Howe

Looks I love…

Au natural. 

Makeup, that is. Ok, here’s the thing. I do the bare-face thing. Or what appears to be bare-face. The boyfriend loves it and tells me natural is beautiful. He frowns at foundation. But my dark circles, I complain. No, he says, your bare skin has a glow. welllll…. that’s nice. I like it too but sometimes I get kind of bored.

 So every once in a while, I will do a dark, dramatic eye and leave the rest of my face bare. I’m Asian, so the whole eyeshadow thing can be a bit tricky. It starts to look a little connie chung or afternoon catfight between krystle and alexis carrington.

So, I found that using one bright or neutral color and lots of white can make it look just right. I like peacock colors (teal, blue) when I feel a need to flash but most of the time it’s just blush, mascara and a bit of nars peach lip. And lately I’ve been thinking about pink eyeshadow. I always thought it would make me look like I was having an allergy attack but maybe I should give it a whirl. Especially since the looks below are so pretty…

Products I use: Dior Skinflash, Dior Skin Pure light foundation, Fresh Foundation, Becca Concealor, Lancome Maquicomplet concealor *this is great!*, L’Oreal True match *my absolute favorite foundation*, Maybelline Mineral Wear Concealor *gives a bit of shine, pretty finish*, Nars blush in Orgasm and Deep throat (ahem), Neutrogena Loose Powder *favorite drugstore brand*, Nars Lipsticks, Mac shadows, Stila Gloss, Stila bronzer, clinique bronzers, Cargo gloss.

pretty in pink

 again. so fresh.

 would this make look like a zombie?

Edwardian pale

Spanish lace and teal. Lacroix gets it just right.

 photos: French Vogue