Friday, June 24, 2011


I met my parents at Boston, recently. I've never been and I have always wanted to go. The city reminds me a lot of SF; the ephemeral nature of the weather, the amasing seafood. I hope you enjoy the pictures.
Charles River
Harvard Campus

Coleslaw in the hamburger.

Cappuccino Chip Ice Cream
Lobster Dinner with Steamed Short-Neck Clams.
Lobster Roll. Buttery goodness.
The Mayflower II
Cape Cod
Being able to spend time with my mom is always so special to me. If I have the time and resources to see her, I will make that trip. This time was no different. Boston was fun, but the best part was spending time with people I love.

The Ubquity of Longchamp

If you want to buy one
Like it or not, an unspoken uniform exists among the DC women professionals. When I was in law school, the Kate Spade tote bag was *the* bag indicating you were no longer a student, but a working woman. These days, it's the Longchamp "Le Pliage."

The tote bag du jour of yonder years. (Source)
Why this observation? Whilst walking to my local Whole Foods, I found it interesting that at least twelve different women were carrying the infamous bag to their destination of choice. They were all wearing similar outfits: a shift dress, nice heels, manicured nails. Not that there is anything wrong with the bag, or the presentation of the outfits. They all looked lovely. I just chafe at the idea of uniforms.

For the price of the Longchamp, I feel there are better alternatives than a nylon bag. Don't get me wrong, I love a good nylon bag, but do you really need to spend that amount for a nylon bag? How about a nice leather one? Even if the name is not Longchamp, does that make you less of a professional?

I understand the manner in which you dress does affect the treatment you receive from other people. But, as I see my neighbourhood changing, I cannot help but feel the ubiquity of Longchamps, the Tory Burch flats, and the many Ann Taylor Loft dresses, is a sign that uniqueness no longer is celebrated.

A Slow Return

After six months of not writing, and a gentle nudge from Ashley, who is such a wonderful spirit, I am going to try my hand at blogging. Again.

During the time off, I realised, during the six months I blogged about what I wore, I *hated* photographing myself, much less figuring out what to wear. I love to dress well, and I still enjoy looking at fashion blogs, but taking a picture each and every day became such a chore and increased my stress level the more I did it. And looking back, some many of my outfits are mock-worthy. I was trying too hard and it showed. My focus for the blog was not true. The tone of my blog, in essence, was not my finest hour.* That said, I admire those who have the tenacity to take their picture year in and year out. I commend you.

So what now? Instead of focusing on photographing my poor sartorial choices, I will focus on my writing. I love to write and living in the DC Metro and with the internet, I have many, many topics from which I can choose.

With that, I hope you enjoy the changes. If not, I understand.


*I hope to write more about my thoughts on fashion blogging as a whole, but at this time, it's just tentative. - JM