September 25, 2015


Don't you wonder why some girls just have a certain je ne sais quoi or could it just be their strategic use of certain hues in their wardrobe? 

Whenever you go to New York, would you not want to paint the town red? The allusion of painting the town red refers to the kind of riotous behavior that results in red blood being spilled. As Lorde-y as it sounds, just know that you have more control than you think on how to paint any town red. I'm not referring to going home to your apartment in Brooklyn  at 3am or riding the metro and getting lost with your intoxicated friends.. although that can still be acceptable if you're the type. Haha! But what I'm talking about is your control over your freedom of expression via your personal style. As you probably already know, the key is to leave a little (or even a lot) to the imagination, so keeping it classy is key.

I've never been one to wear a red dress. I'm sure there's some profound psychological reason for it. More so, my main problem with red is that it makes such an impression. It gives such a vibrant effect to the inner eye that it becomes a tough act to follow considering my predominantly neutral wardrobe. Admittingly, red was in the plan all along but it had to be just the right one.. The one which makes you feel like a million dollars.. The one which makes one feel as though one could rule the world..

Red is obviously alluring, but this dress has so much more going for it than just color. As per Rumi Neely, red dresses are "camera friendly af."

Silk dress from Urban Outfitters
Shoes from Topshop

Photos by:
Kurt Dee 
Check out his dope instagram account @ kurtdee
(IG: @kurtdee)

Also, S/O to my loved ones Vira and Venice Sanchez for making this amazing photo series possible <3

September 13, 2015


Eleventh of October's slip dress is basically the only socially acceptable lingerie for me.
The slip dress has quickly become just about the only thing I've dreamed of wearing all year round. However, due to adulthood, I cannot materialize that dream. Like ever.  
Although you have to believe me when I say that it’s an evergreen silhouette: body-conscious without being bandaged, suggestive of one's physical form without being revealing. It can skew romantic or sexy or simple: a curve-skimming little slip of a nothing dress to be worn alone (I'm looking at you, Rihanna). While that’s all well and good for the hashtag blessed people, for us mere mortals, the insubstantial dress begs further inquiry. Specifically: how do you wear a slip dress without looking like you just stepped out of your boudoir? Easy. Just tone down the provocative.
My secret to styling is to always feel out its vibe and then balance it with styling pieces that have an opposing feel. For this look, I tempered the revealing slip with a cream coatigan (coat + cardigan). This way, the end result is socially acceptable to most people. If you feel slightly exposed in spaghetti straps, feel free to add layers on top of the slip dress. Also, say yes to sophistication. Although a slip dress is quintessentially ‘90s, you don’t have to count Kate Moss/Courtney Love as your style icons to get the look. You can add accessories for an elegant spin. They keep the lingerie-looking dress from entering hussy territory.

Amongst all slip dresses I have seen and have had, I hate to play favorites, but the 'Phoenix' slip in peach is the clear frontrunner. 

'Phoenix' slip dress from Eleventh of October
(IG: @eleventhofoctober)
Coatigan from River Island
Sandals from Topshop
Accessories from Topshop

Photos by:
John Crawford
(IG: @jhncrwfrd)

June 5, 2015


My blog is inherently about fashion but since it's my birthday in less than a week (insert unnecessary anxiety attack here), I want to mark the occasion by posting something personal here.. something I don't normally do..

To be quite honest, if there's anything that the universe has made me realize, it's this: no matter how old I’m turning, I’m still probably going to feel like I’m 18 trapped in the wrong body. Haha! When I turned 10, I was stoked on reaching double digits. When I turned 13, I was a “teenager,” which turned out to be only pseudo-cool. At age 18, the law considered me an “adult,” but I didn’t get the point of the title if I still had no idea how to drive, how to pay taxes or honestly…how to pay for anything. When I turned 20, nothing felt different and then came 21. I felt a shift because I went from being a bum to a highly stressed working girl.  Now, II feel like Taylor Swift sould change her song to "23" because I certainly am not feeling 22 anymore. 

Every year, I wonder what the next year of my life will entail. As a 22-year-old, I learned a lot about myself, experienced things that have helped my development to becoming a quality human being and I feel this incredible urge to impart some wisdom.

Being a 20-something woman in this world full of instant gratification, I want to be completely fine with being outside of my comfort zone because that's the zone where I know I can mentally and spiritually grow the most. To me, being comfortable 24/7 is a sign of no progress. I want progress. I want success but I know life isn’t perfect. It’s quite the exact opposite and I’m at a point in my life where I’m okay with making mistakes. Mistakes are valuable lessons. All. the. time (big grin emoji).

Although I'm finished with higher education, it doesn't mean I have to stop learning.  Sometimes, it still hits me that I’m no longer registered for classes, have no papers to write or lectures to sit through, and that my student identification card no longer works for discounts. Even so,  I still look forward to reading more books, reading more articles, having new conversations, meeting new people, figuring out how to create things and how to change things.

I feel like 22 and 23 are the ages where “you’re old enough to know pretty much everything, but still too young to know everything.” That sentiment, which has been tricking people into thinking it’s wise for years, mostly refers to the disconnect between maturity and experience. At 22, you’ve developed enough to understand the world around you, but you (likely) haven’t experienced enough to really understand the world around. Since 23 year old people have experienced things like freaking out about their jobs, their bills without parental backing, this is the age where you slowly begin to be appreciatively humbled; you have so much to learn and that’s not so much disheartening as it is kind of cool. 

I’m exactly three days shy of my 23rd birthday and I’m heading into an entirely new portion of my twenties where things are supposed to start making more sense and not less sense. I know it’s a completely normal phenomenon for people my age to feel this way. It’s just that I didn’t expect it to feel or look anything like this. Nevertheless, I realize that I should allow things to happen and even if they don’t work out, I will just use them as building blocks instead of stumbling blocks or perhaps as a map that is slowly but surely leading me out of these years full of not so sure's and into something better.

Throughout the past months, I’m happy that I may have developed a growing sense of acute self-awareness because it has taught me that nothing will quite fill the void than a strong relationship with God and a balanced work-life equation. Well, except for Europe — that continent may not have the solution to its never-ending crisis, but it can cure my almost-quarter life crisis. Of that much, I am sure.

Today, I cannot thank God enough. I'm eternally grateful for all the blessings and struggles that He has given me that made me appreciate a good life and made me stronger.  The greatest thing I am thankful though is for the love He has unconditionally given through my ever beloved family and friends who have gone to such great lengths to make me feel special not just today but all throughout my life.

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