Afropunkfest 2013, Commodore Park
This suede clutch I made making its ‘debut’.
Getting up early on a Sunday is a chore, but from time to time I like to surprise myself and break away from my lazy-arse routine. It was a last minute decision to go to the infamous brooklyn flea market everyone keeps raving about. Ehh fine, I said. Let me just go take a peek. Join the hype for a brief moment and go back home to my warm comfy seducing bed, I said. Just so I can tell myself, “Oh yeah, I actually did something this weekend. (Wink)”
Well, well, well, what I didn’t know was that once you step on Williamsburg soil, you don’t really just take a peek. You don’t. A “peek” became a day of full blown adventure and work-out (these two always go hand-in-hand, don’t they?). As soon as I got out of the musky train, I saw those adorable bodegas, quaint restaurants, charming brownstones, cobblestone pavements and cool graffitis. Actually, it felt very familiar. Williamsburg’s aura is somehow like an East Village vibe but more rugged and has a different personality. It’s like an extension of East Village or maybe like its long lost sister (from the other side of the river). But of course, these are only personal observations, at least from the parts I saw (or got lost in). Williamsburg is too complex to describe, like any other borough of New York. One thing I can confidently say is that its Flea Market is something not to pass. Foodies, vintage hunters and people watchers, MUST GO.
Quick Tips for Sunday Brunch at the Brooklyn Flea Williamsburg:
1. The Manhattan view, lobster roll, donuts, cool furniture, vintage fur coats.. Just don’t even think twice, GO. It’s a good brunch and flea experience.
2. Go early to avoid the super large crowds. It opens at 10am and I got there around 10.20am. No pushing, no grunting, no hassle. It was a smooth experience. Though, some vendors were still putting up their booths at that time, it’s still good to be early. You can have first dibs on those few picnic tables that are facing the Manhattan skyline for that perfect brunch date with someone or by yourself.
3. Beware of duck poop.
4. Oooh, Celeb spotting! Look out. Bill Murray was candidly shopping in his worn-out tee and simple shorts, trying to score really good home pieces at the Flea when I was there. He was an early bird too, like an experienced Flea Market go-er.
2. If u want to burn off thousand of calories, go make that snap decision to walk the Williamsburg bridge to go back to Manhattan. Just because. I’m a little cuckoo when it comes to these things. I always make random decisions that end up being mini adventures. It was quite a long walk. The bridge itself was no Brooklyn bridge (aesthetic and view aspects) but it was hell of a good workout. If you’re not into walking and getting gazillion blisters though, don’t. It will be a drag.
3. After your flea shopping, walk around Williamsburg and get lost. Find those amazing graffitis and old buildings. They’re typically in almost every corner. Very cool.
4. Dehydrate. Pack up some H20.
5. Basically, if you want good food and even better vintage toy, furniture, art and clothing finds, Brooklyn Flea Market Williamsburg is one of those places to be.
To believe is like to plunge into the water not knowing how hot or cold it is. It’s a leap of faith.
Summer is the season of freedom, adventures, magic, romances and escape. I think its the glaring glow of the sun, the cool breeze like a promise of the greatest time of your life. Summer is a thrill, a break from monotonous routines and a start of unexpected ventures, whether its traveling or simply spending an afternoon with loved ones as the smell of grill and newly trimmed fine grass linger. As summer is about to come to an end and the days are becoming shorter and the nights longer, take this remaining time to make more of those “leaps of faith”. Just PLUNGE before it truly ends.
Here, wearing a silver necklace as an anklet my mom gave me and Vera Wang Lavander platform wedges.
The Fall 2013 Haute Couture shows just ended and I was so hyped from all the lavish gowns Paris had showcased. Everything was so extravagant and out-of-this-world. There is no other way of doing justice to share these designs but to make a Mars Attacks “analogy”.
Patricia Hartmann in the 90s showing us how men’s underwear is worn for those days that silky lingerie just won’t cut it.
The project was a challenge for me to capture a photo each day about my eccentric musings, kooky impulses and any spark of the moment, accompanied by one word. One word is sometimes the most powerful thing. Its a statement, a wordless thing that is limitless in explanation. It makes us think and create our little backstories, our own interpretations.
I’m one of those people that love creating backstories in my head and I think this was a great avenue to document all these. Its my own ‘through my lens’ shenanigan, so welcome to more fashion madwoman and adventure freak madness.
A photo and A word project – 15 Day Challenge
June 15-July 2 2013
In my country, where mythical creatures of tikbalang, aswang, kapre and manananggal were said to lurk around the neighborhood trees and bushes, silver is your best bet to save your entrails from getting devoured. Other than a necklace of stinky garlic, silver is the ultimate protection. Will this Chanel silver quilted watch and an old silver rusty spike necklace do the trick?
Well, we’ll see as I walk out the doors of my apartment and to the city that wander different kinds of creatures sometimes much scarier than aswangs and tikbalangs, the city called New York.
Today, I decided to do my errands in this outfit. Okay, fine, minus the heels (’cause really, who can walk blocks, and run away from the beasts of New York in 4-5 inches of heels). The weather is becoming bearable and it seemed fit to take out my pleated baby pink skirt with my sheer and velvet long sleeves top, accessorized with my wrist candy Chanel watch, silver spiked necklace and a white marble ring. Feels like LA? Not yet, I suppose. I quickly went back to the apartment to change to some good old reliable leggings after a few stops in my errand list. Bad idea! My legs were cold as a popsicle in that skirt.
You’ll be wild and free soon too, baby pink pleated skirt. Soon.
Continuing my mini adventure to check off some ‘to-do’s, I went out again properly clothed. By the way, it was really a freakin’ adventure for me today. I cut my finger so bad when I tried to ballistically open a can of chicken sausage this morning. I was just so hungry. If you look at the third photo for a long time, you can assume my right hand middle finger is bloated. Its not. Its my bandaid.
And that was my Wednesday, no sketchy encounters or mean menaces. Maybe its because of my silver blings today? Well one thing is certain, these silver blings are also good for those chic fixes. When I wear silver with soft pastels, it pops out so drooling-ly. They complement well together. It shoves off bad creatures and looks good with almost anything! More silver, please.
Release the white smoke! The new Pope, err, the new Popesses are the women of Dolce & Gabbana Fall 2013!
Oh what a beautiful and glamorous world would that be.
Stefano and Dominico have made my flesh crawl with abrasive chills and my bones crack from massive exhilaration. Infatuated, in love and obsessed are understatements. I glorify this collection.
Byzantine, Italian and Catholicism have appeared from many shows in the past but this is just one of those collections that dazes you with all the pretty shiny things and colors in the right ways. It’s glitzy but not too much and not nonsense that makes you reach for the puke bag. Maybe its the craftsmanship that is undeniable, the accessories that are the bomb or styling that is perfection. The silhouettes and shapes are simple, nothing really much shake up there, which I think why I am under-the-spell in love with this collection. The looks are just wearable despite the extreme mosaic and hand-beading shenanigans happening in each dress. Of course, one hundred percent YES, I will wear that crown on my head outside the house where normal people will see me and can shoot me with daunting looks of ‘What is she thinking?’ But that is just me.
Dolce & Gabbana can do these themes over and over again. I will religiously still praise these two geniuses like a loyal follower of a glamazon papacy.
And come on really, no one can have too much Italian.
A few black velvet-y rooster feathers, some stardust beads, four medium-sized golden spikes and a plain headband you can find at home in one of those cabinets full of crap are all it takes to make this beautiful creature slash accessory. Oh, and lots and lots of clear super hardcore glue. Out of the three kinds of glue I experimented on, the one that worked best was the glue that my mom uses to fix furniture or sometimes seal tires. My winning glue was pretty hardcore. You can find this one in hardware stores or at Amazon, just search “Super
I think I was trying to get a feel of the Statue of Liberty and this was the beautiful outcome. Wearing it on days when I just feel like being a Liberty surely got me some gazes from the “What the hell was she thinking? She looks like a chicken.” to the “I want me some chicken headband too!” stares. It’s always fun for me when I do wear it. It’s just the perfect statement accessory. In the end, I think the absolute bombastic statement accessory is that intriguing and daring piece that will give you the best of both worlds of reactions- good and judging.