IN PROGRESS @ WOOD WOOD

Did you know that I originally majored in painting (portraiture, specifically) when I first started college? But that ended - rapidly. A bit of old school Z + LURVE - not yet complete, but on its way there for our Thursday launch party!

CALLING BERLINERS

I'll be painting & installing tomorrow (yes, painting. just you wait..). Can't wait to see you Thursday night EVENING!!!

MUNDANE TASKFORCE

(Shirt - Stephan Schneider / Shorts - H&M / Boots - Jeffrey Campbell / Bad Hair Day - Unfortunate)
Who/What/Where/When

Every now and then, after brandishing a new purchase or completing a bizarre creation, I have been faced with the question of, "but WHERE are you going to wear that?" and when I'm in the mood, I often respond, "to buy groceries". Although at times I say this to simply spite the fact that I know I look a tad ridiculous, I really do believe in always dressing well, no matter the occasion. And why not use the act of buying groceries as a stage for personal presentation? Think of all of the eyes that meet momentarily, scan up and down, and then snap away - all in a matter of seconds. Walking three blocks, crossing the street, I would rather wear a floor-length dress than a sweatshirt; in fact, I made the mistake a few days ago of wearing my "lounge" clothing of tankdress, pleasure principle sweatshirt, leggings & flats (shhhhh) across the street to pick up some mangoes, and I was met with a mass of impeccably styled German shoppers.

I was mortified.

But this isn't just an issue of peacock narcissism through the eyes of strangers. Its a way for me to exploit a mundane task and warp it into a statement...a gesture? Giving meaning to overlooked moments. But really, for me its just all about fun. And now I really do need to go grocery shopping.

TODAY I'M WEARING A PAPER BAG DRESS

(Dress - Marni / Shoes - Fiorentini + Baker / Bag - Margiela)

Simple Saturday in Berlin

I had the entire day planned out around visiting three different locations, but I ended up only making it to one. There is something about visiting the Homage gallery/showroom/agency that always sucks me in...or maybe it was because I was being given prosecco with good company. Today was a sale for the brand SOPOPULAR.

NIGHT RITUAL

(Sweater - Bless / Skirt - Please Dress Up!)

READING WITH ZANA 6

LURVE Magazine - Issue 1

After much anticipation, I finally arrived at LURVE. Below is a little teaser of a few of the editorials featured. What I have not included is everything from geometric headpieces by Franc Fernandez to a 2009 tribute to Grace Jones. Laced with much mystery, the first issue is limited to 500 copies - and if you are in San Francisco, you can pick it up at Harputs Market. If you are in Berlin, you can pick it up it at Do You Read Me? or The Hunter Berlin. Stay tuned...

I DIDN'T MEAN TO CUT YOUR HEAD OFF

A few residual images from the last week...too good to forget!

THAT JACKET - MEET ADAM

KICKED OUT OF THE GOTH CLUB FOR SMILING

Face Food and Other Delicacies

My newest most favorite discovery about Berlin is the on-the-street-photobooths. There happens to be one about 3 blocks from where I live - a spot that will surely turn into ritual soon enough. The photos were followed by something rather disgusting...although it may seem innocent enough, a "chili cheese dog" in Berlin is not what one might expect in lets say, California. I couldn't figure out if there was actually any chili OR cheese on it, but when its the only thing to eat past 2am it suffices.

PROBLEM SOLVING

(As a side note, I've never been much of one to dress in a single uniform daily, but what you see above is the closest and the most desirable for me as it gets - Jil Sander Shoes, AA shiny leggings, Harputs OWN 3-hole dress & skinny belt, and assorted bangles)

Compromising Spaces to Bedroom Installations

When I was packing for Berlin, I really brought almost everything that I find crucial to my day-to-day existence - and one thing that I left behind was my rolling clothing rack. I knew that my apartment had a closet, but what I wasn't expecting was about 1 foot of "closet" space tucked inside of a tall wardrobe; a perfectly nice use of space, but completely impractical for my volume of clothing, especially since I prefer to display everything on hangers instead of folded.

Today I biked to IKEA (from to Pberg to Tempelhof - pretty badass for my 1st real day on a bike!) and bought pillows, a blanket, and hangers. I attempted to buy a rolling rack, but for some reason they were out of stock even though they had a perfectly nice floor sample. Instead of squishing my beloved dresses back into a cramped pile, I looked around to gauge what I had at my fingertips - and found the white rope that I used to tie my IKEA goodies to my bike. I braided the strands and looped them over a couple of nails that were already in the wall and - TA DAHHH!

PS - A note to German Anonymous who wanted to meet at a cafe - I came home too late to get your message. Perhaps next time.

SPRING INTO SUMMER IN BERLIN

Just Give Her The Car.

Yesterday involved some pretty fabulous things, such as the Sunday flea market, buying an old turquoise bicycle (I haven't ridden a bike since I was a child, its incredibly liberating...especially since I don't know how to drive a car), finding a vendor with sewing supplies (much needed), and last but not least - eating waffles with warm cherries & chocolate ice cream & whipped cream.

Tiffany and I both stopped in our tracks the second that we saw "Ramones Museum". Pay close attention to the "benches" and "tables", as well as the super alternative candles outside. We were too chicken to actually eat there.

We stopped by Andreas Murkudis, which is always a great pleasure. I am happy that they still had the Natalia Brilli leather drum-set still on display, as it is quite difficult to see her pieces in person in San Francisco. I developed an aching crush on ALL of her leather-covered pieces. Someday I will own one of her skull-vessels.

I HAVEN'T SLEPT IN A WEEK

We celebrated our new home last night

My roommate decided that it would be a proper idea to have a house-warming party for our new apartment, and of course I agreed wholeheartedly. We began with Mojitos and then to Moscow Mules. I made my traditional chocolate-dipped starwberries (not pictured). I met a lot of people who's names I can not pronounce or now recall (I feel like this is going to become commonplace), but with faces that I will not be able to forget. We were pretty worried about our downstairs neighbors, but the whole night went off without a hitch.

Some drink porn. Mojitos!