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Monday, August 24, 2015

The Back to School lookBook

New school year, new look?


I can't believe how fast this summer went by. It was the most productive summer I've ever had, but I definitely missed spending time with most of my close friends. Now that I have 2 days left of summer, I'm realizing how I never got to watch much Sherlock (boooo). I've only seen two episodes since the end of June (boooo). On the other hand, I'm so ready to start my last year of high-school! I'll pretty much be hustling, crying, and stressing for the next four months, but once winter break hits...you'll see me throwing papers and waving my hands in the air (i can't wait to do a post with those pictures lol). Obviously I'm not absolutely free once December hits, but I'll at least be done with tennis, Mock Trial, and college apps--the bulk of my extra-curriculars. I can't wait for the second-half of my senior year!

I really can't imagine where I'll be in one year. East coast, west coast? Private, public? Although I'm constantly anxious, I'm also repeatedly reminding myself that I'll end up where I need to be. I know not everyone believes in fate, but I do in the sense that a path will be wherever I end up. I've also been thinking hard about rejection. I hope when I'm rejected by whichever schools (because everyone is), I won't tell myself  that "I'm good enough for that school" or "I deserved to be accepted in that school," but rather "I can fit better somewhere else" and "I trust the admission officer's decision." Of course we all have dream schools that we hope to can call home one day, but life is a happy and sad adventure. I know things will not end up the way I think it will now, so I say it's best to stay open-minded. I wish nothing but the best for all of us seniors--we got this! It's going to be one-hell of a year, but hey, every little thing will be alright *cues Bob Marley*.

I thought it would be fun to create a back-to-school lookbook of five completely different styles. I've only bought one dress and one pair of shoes this summer, so I styled all of these outfits from what I already had in my closet. If you want to see a certain type of style in one of our posts, please comment or e-mail us! We will try our best to do it as soon as possible. We love recommendations!


#1: the minimalist

 
Top: Nordstrom Rack// Shorts: American Eagle// Necklace: Nectar Clothing & Forever 21

#2: the prepster

I love this colorblock pleated skirt! It's one of the few things I've ever thrifted.
Collared Pocket Tank: Abercrombie// Blazer: Nordstrom// Pleated Skirt: Thrifted!// Oxfords: Marshalls

#3: the girl-next-door

Diana and I are extremely involved at school...but we still haven't been to a football game...OOPS
Coral-Spotted Mint Dress: Lush (Nordstrom)// Denim Jacket: American Eagle

#4: the boho-lover

I wish I was boho at heart because it's honestly so free and beautiful. I don't think I pull it off the best though haha.
Dress: Nectar Clothing// Necklace: Forever 21// Shoes: Minnetonka
P.S. The beautiful art in the background is by the extremely talented Christine Horng

#5: the laid-back hipster


Don't worry, you won't see me sitting there again...LOL
Denim Vest: American Eagle// Black Tank: Nordstrom// Floral Joggers: Korea

there's a first time for everything
#CityofTrees&PHD's 

Have a stellar 2015-2016 school year, everyone. Make it count!



Monday, August 10, 2015

China Chic

早上好,everyone! In my last post chronicling my travels in China, I mentioned that I will do a post on the clothes I bought in China this week. And, voilà:

I bought all of these in a mall in Guangzhou, but some of these brands ship overseas, so if you're interested in buying something from them and don't mind the international shipping fee, go for it!

First is a butterfly dress from C1wyse. I love how natural it looks. Any dress I buy usually has a pattern very special to me; anything nature-themed is always a welcomed addition.





I also bought a Korean-inspired (Dorothy's spirit must've been with me) dress from Bear House, which unfortunately I don't think has a website. I might've bought it in part because it's so easy to put on... Who has time to fiddle with buttons and zippers when sleep exists?


It has a stitched lace top with a chambray skirt. In China these days (and really, all across Asia), it's becoming really popular to wear long and loose shirts and tug them into pants or skirts, then tug them out so they puff out around your waist. This dress does that whole tugging ordeal for me just by its design, which is great when you're as impatient as I am. 


Also from C1wyse is this wonderfully crafted petals dress. It's very loose, but the pattern is beautiful and tangible. 





Finally, I bought two tops to complement all the jeans I own. The first one is an adorable cat print with marble eyes attached onto the shirt by invisible strings from Next to Candice (which I also can't find a website for). 

Messy hair and pink striped socks to match the casual look of the shirt
Of course Dorothy took the occasion to fold my hair into hearts...

The last top is a white blouse, which I've always wanted, but I bought it more specifically from Bear House because of how its design is different on the left from the right. There's something so wonderfully delicate about the floral stitches of the right, while the crosshatched left emanates a more detailed, serious tone. But of course my favorite part is the pockets. Who doesn't love pockets? :D



Thank you Dorothy for the pictures! See you all with a back-to-school post soon, and don't forget to enjoy the last rays of summer!


Butterfly Dress: C1wyse
White/Chambray Dress: Bear House
Blue Petals Dress: C1wyse
Cat Shirt: Next to Candice
Patterned Blouse: Bear House

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Vertical Cities, Infinite Dreams

TRAVEL DIARY #3: CHINA


When I grew up in China, I was lucky to be in a city buzzing with cosmopolitanism, where skyscrapers jutted like teeth, and a humming sense of energy/urgency draped people in arrogance; ecstasy; exhaustion. For some, China may be a question mark stitched of too many people, embellished with the same cheap, artificial stuff it seems to pump out at a stupefying rate. But having been born and grown up there, I have some stereotypes to challenge. My recent trip back to China, I hope, will help dispel some of them.

First, I visited my home province, Guizhou. If you translate the name of the province, it means "expensive/precious province" (Gui can mean both expensive and precious). I tend to think of it as priceless and invaluable. My maternal grandmother lives in Guiyang, the province capital; we went there for a few days. The first thing we did when we got off the plane (15-hour flight...sleep, homework, sleep, repeat) was go eat 牛肉粉, or beef rice noodles.

BEEF NOODLES.


If you haven't tasted it yourself, you probably wouldn't understand the fanaticism. Let's just say: it's probably my favorite food in the world. In Guizhou, we engulf spicy stuff the way Americans love their Starbucks: Unapologetically. I craved this stuff the way Romeo longed for Juliet, Paris for Helen, John for Sherlock-

Is that too far?

Anyways, China is full of delicacies that vary sometimes even just from city to city. Another Guizhou favorite of mine is 肠旺面, which translates to Pork Intestine Noodles. I don't know if that sounds weird to a Western audience...


Told you we love our spicy stuff. This bowl of noodles is so good, I might have just drooled looking at the picture. In addition to pork intestine, there's pig blood and 脆哨 in the bowl, which I don't really know how to translate, except that it's this little cube of crispy, crunchy meat, and if you eat it, it might just become your new favorite addiction. At this moment, I'd like to apologize to the vegetarian/vegan readers of this blog. I try to eat vegetables-only meals as often as I can (keyword: try), but when I haven't been back in so long and China taunts me with all these favorites from my childhood... how can I resist?

Segueing from food--I noticed this beautiful truth as I wondered about the city. It is steeped in tradition, yes, in the architectural details and the slogans of restaurants, but it was, more incredibly, a city slumbering and waking in the embraces of mountains. It nestles between summits and hills, rivers and pagodas, so that sometimes the apartments or hospitals look like the brick armor of a mountain beast, crimson-black beneath the magic of crescent moons.


I know people always say that China is so polluted, it's revolting... But I wish they'd see that China is not only Beijing, Shanghai, or Hong Kong, international cities whose images have been fleeced by Western media, whose bones of history and culture remain a myth, an exotic hyperbole, an alien mystery. Because--and not to dismiss the environmental problems, which do exasperatingly exist and persist--if you look around, there is nature everywhere. On the tops of apartments; flanking bridges...



Nowhere do you see more greenery than in the countryside, though. My paternal grandparents are still farmers, and their home hugs the heart of the mountain valleys, where roads are too narrow/pebbled for cars. I walked with my cousins between rice paddies, jumping from crumbling soil, across skittering rivers, shoes smeared with mud and scat. 

A panorama of the village, featuring my maternal grandmother

A close-up of a house in the village
On our way back home from the hike, we ran into some humans



and a horse.


We arrived to find steaming food and delicacies usually saved for New Year celebrations. It's rare for our entire extended family to get together like this. Sometimes I think about how I am in such a different world from them, but then my cousin plays the newest Taylor Swift song on her phone, and I grin, because what is 8000 miles when we are family, when worlds can shrink to pixels on a screen?

Country food tastes different, infused with this richness that only plants and vegetables that thrived free from chemicals can boast.

One of my relatives cooking
My great-aunt sitting by the furnace, tossing in fuel to satiate the flames
The house had few windows, draping the scenery in chiaroscuro 
 Then it was time for a family excursion. We went to visit a mountain/park famous for its monkeys.



They were mesmerizing. Baby monkeys grabbed onto their mothers, and many times tourists threw away food to avoid the taunting blow of a rapaciously hungry monkey. 


Of course, I worry about the safety and health of these animals. The yogurt, popcorn, chocolate can't possibly be good for them. But there are many people selling peanuts and sometimes, bananas, for tourists to feed monkeys with, and I can also understand the tourists' eagerness to part with their snacks when a monkey menacingly marches up to them.

My favorite part of my trip, though, is absolutely my time spent teaching and interacting with some sixth grade students in a village close to my home village. Curiosity rimmed their incessant questions, and a bravery I still don't feel glowed in them, so that they danced, and sang, and cried without regret or self-consciousness.

Me with some of the kids and the principal
It's funny, actually, because the two boys in the picture above didn't show up half the time because they were helping their parents do laundry or cook, yet the boy in the white shirt ended up winning a mini-contest I threw. Just goes to show that full attention part of the time can be more valuable than paying only part attention the full time.

Their village was incredible as well. Emerald rivers, mountains sky-high; bamboo forests stunted beneath a gaping sky, telephone lines slicing through leaf-dusted paths as if plucked from another world. ..








Guizhou still did not fail to impress me. As is typical in China, many restaurants and apartments flaunted details reminiscent of ancient architecture.

The rain was unmerciful, but a miraculous sight to this California girl. 


MORE amazing food:
I had to snap this picture before anyone got in it... the restaurant crowds, man. Crazy. But not unexpected.

MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE DESSERT. Fruit roti prata.Yes, Indian food in China.
For the last two and a half days of my trip, we flew to Guangzhou, the capital of the province where I went to school, Guangdong. Guangzhou was the international city that Guizhou didn't yet dare be, but in its own hustle, it bloomed a city of beauty.



In China, the public transport system is life. Frankly, I wish more people rode trains, buses, and subways in the U.S. Especially in commercial cities such as Guangzhou, the subway stations were plump with people and underground shops.


Guangzhou also boasts impeccable seafood. I am not a big fan of seafood (at all), but even I was sold. 
Restaurant in a 20-story mall
In the end, though, the most meaningful part of my journey in Guangzhou was... yes, shopping. I rarely shop, both because of money and because I rarely find clothes that fit my peculiar tastes. But in Guangzhou I stumbled across shops in markets as blurred/fleeting as staccatos, where shopping through the windows of buses and taxis inevitably ended with my feet almost hypnotically rushing to a specific dress. I told myself that since I barely ever buy anything that I will give myself this opportunity to buy whatever I want. 

So I did, haha. I'll do another post on the clothes I bought in China next week.

Ah... There was something so... alive about Guangzhou. I felt like pirouetting, like falling dizzily onto clumsily-made beds and rushing out into sun-dusted rain, tripping over myself to soak in the hustle that floods the blood of this city. Somehow it blended together a smearing sense of nostalgia with a culture inked in history and commonality, so that even footsteps sunk into its fabric. The sky may be pollution-stained, but it also drooped like an eyelid, half-awake, half-entranced, just like the city--just like me.

That is, in the end, what I love most about China. It is a juxtaposition of dynasties and ghost-like democracies. Of brutality and honesty, beauty and busy-living. Of rugged mountainsides and vertical cities, where towers hunch over a billion people like sentries to a giant's city.

And, most importantly, it's home. It's my family.