If Chanel offered a lifetime discount for a Chanel tattoo, I would seriously consider it. A tiny one, somewhere hidden behind my hair or hidden down there. So, I sort of get it. He worked at Ecko. He must like Ecko. He is now being recognized for his Ecko tattoo. Maybe his love for Ecko rivals my love for Chanel... and now with his tattoo he gets a lifetime discount at Ecko.

These are the thoughts that run through my mind as I stare at his pictures.


I have two tattoos, that I admit were inked way too early on my body. A dragon that looks like a lizard with a Chinese character that really means ash. Chinese? you make ask... but you’re Korean... I know, it doesn’t make sense and I can’t explain my actions, similar to how I can’t explain why my second tattoo bears the initials of my first boyfriend. Because we were going to last. Forever.

I am just waiting till tattoo removal gets less painful...

A couple months ago, Andrei gave me a beautiful piece of jewelry. I wont post a picture of it because its too gorgeous for you to handle and I am sure my stalker will comment on it with her excellent vocabulary and perfect grammar of how vapid and one-dimensional I am for loving a black diamond nestled in a circular bed of white diamonds.

Since this addition to my right hand, I had the nagging feeling that I needed a couple more pieces to even out. In love with eternity rings, I went with tiny white diamond eternity band in white gold and a tiny black diamond eternity band in rose gold.

I only allow myself to get wild on the weekends. Yes, sometimes a little bit of fun trickles into the work week, specifically when visitors come and call me out of my Monday to Friday cave.

Last night was a perfect example of preparation for social obligations later in the week. I say obligations but really mean plans that I look forward to and willingly participate in but will likely keep me from entering my bed until after midnight. With a glass of wine - I thought I was set. Bed before midnight, up by seven - I’d be a well-rested woman. But at 3 a.m. this morning I was awaken by the all too familiar sound of bass and laughing people. At first I thought time had traveled and I was back at the Bunker but after investigating and calming Dasha’s growls, it looked as if the party had just started. Now, that we are a bit more in the hills, the sounds of anything echos and bounces off houses as if a child threw a bouncy ball just to see where it would land. Taxis pulled up, party-goers tried to find parking and I closed our windows and attempted sleep. The sound of an angry man was the last thing I heard.

Where am I going with this?

I have no idea but I woke up feeling very old.

This feeling is further cemented in my mind as I desperately try to find an area rug for our bedroom. I would like a simple cream rug with a black border set a couple inches inside from the actual ending border of the rug. Doesn’t make sense? Well, I don’t speak rug. So here is picture of what I’d like - Jonathan Adler will create the rug for me in the colors I desire but for $3kish. I rather buy a Chanel handbag, Mr. Adler and I don’t have the money for both or even one right now.


What to do? Decorating homes sucks.

A little background...

A couple of entries ago I posted a flyer for a party. Imagine that?

This party happens about once a month and occurs on the Standard Rooftop. I may be wrong but, Andrei has been throwing the Sunday parties for about three years now... or maybe longer. For about the same amount of time, his close friend Terence Patrick has documented the Sunday fundays - capturing the perfection of partying.

If you recall TP also created the pictures in my retail section. Talented man.

His Culprit Sessions' photographs have always been taken with black and white hues. Unlike changing the BW setting on your cybershots, his photos hold distinct levels of light, playing with the subjects and clicking his camera at just the right moment. Find more here: www.terencepatrick.com

Here are a few from this past Sunday... I know, we have too much fun.

The similarities are there but if a girl likes and can afford Proenza Schouler, a $35 bag isn't going to deter her from buying the real PS1 bag for $1500. It is silly to think that someone who would willingly pay $1500 would downgrade to a inferior handbag - inferior in details and materials.

My newest obsession is Deborah Lippmann's Flat Top Coat.


With one coat, it turns any color into a matte color. Warning: The matte wears off after a couple days and you need to reapply. Still, I am a fan because there are very few matte nail polishes available. You can purchase here and find it at Nordstrom's stores.

The first of many:

I think my tummy has grown a couple pounds. The once perfect black dress is now "are you pregnant?" black dress... So I decided that I needed an extreme solution.

Instead of sticking myself into some Spanx, I went body con.

Has it really been over a month?

I found myself tied up in the details of a move, four remaining credits left in school, work, doggie boot camp and all that other stuff. Isn't my life interesting?

I've missed out on commenting on "I love Hilter", Paris Fashion Week, the new face of Chanel and so much more. I think we will all survive.

After four hours of relaxation last night at Wii Spa, I am ready to come back. Are you ready?