August 21, 2016

Amsterdam Travel Diary: Stop and Smell the Strawberries.


There is a somber peacefulness in the way the Dutch carry themselves – it mirrors the grey overcast sky of mid-May. I notice this on a sharp midweek morning, the cold air and its wetness seeping through my thin denim jacket.

The air forces me to be aware of my body; to feel it penetrating through my protective layers, a task too daunting for a creature of summer like myself. I try to shift my focus, to become numb to the feelings in my bones and voices that are cussing me out for only packing this one jacket in a nearly two-month long itinerary.



Jetlagged with a lingering case of half-shut eyelids, I try to grasp the city, its bus-friendly infrastructure and compact car lanes. It has a certain movement to it, a state of eternal mellowness, yet somehow the commuter scene is urgent. I notice a woman on her towering, sleek bike. She perfectly matches her vehicle’s aesthetic – tall, slender, with sharp features and rosy cheeks bundled inside a chunky scarf. She’s relying on inertia, miraculously avoiding the crowds that obliviously invade the bike lane. Others have less patience: they ring their high-pitched bike bell once for each nuisance, a laughable expression of road rage in their features.

Even in the midst of rush hour, there’s hardly a traffic jam on the street, but the haphazard way of steering through the city’s nooks and crannies brings my pedestrian body a sense of anxiety as I watch cars fly by.



We  enter Amsterdam’s Albert Cuyp Markt on the brink of 9 a.m. – one of the first couples there, as vendors were still setting up their stalls. Our bodies stuck in the US time zone, we scan the offerings once – fresh fruits and veggies, natural honeys and spices, street foods and souvenirs. The second time around we stop for treats. There’s a batch of strawberries that looks particularly appetizing – gourmet-sized, a red orange-ish tint with black freckles standing out, just like a cartoon. Catching a whiff was what sealed the deal. The watery sugar flavor was in the air, filling our nostrils with nature’s nectar. In the bag they went.


The next stop was the stroopwafel vendor, a handsome young man with just a hint of brokenness in his English. Cupping the first layer of baked dough, he pours warm caramel-like syrup over it and spreads it evenly. It reminds me of the moment a waiter at Bottega Louie cracked the sunny of the egg and spread its yolk on our pizza’s entirety. It was sensual. People laugh whenever I tell that story. The second layer of dough is mounted on and the hardened concoction is passed my way. Breakfast food heaven, I like to call it (Exhibit A; Exhibit B).


The rest of the market outing is relaxing. Although our faces, camera straps, and accents scream tourist, we’re left to our own devices. Other than the occasional “Where are you from?” there’s no acknowledgement of our visitor status. No watchdog merchandizers. No dramatic salesmen insisting that we need this-or-this item. An air of freedom fills my lungs and fingertips.

By the edge of the market, we find a bench to rest on as we munch on our first Dutch meal – overseeing tall, green trees and a hen of parked bikes. How appropriate. I blush a little as I take a couple of Instagram shots. Technology seems to be a stranger to the people we’ve ran across so far. They all prefer face-to-face interaction. Go figure.

Although a public transportation town, Amsterdam’s bus stations are so compact; blink and you’ll miss ‘em. After an exploratory siesta filled with all manner of cheese samplers and walking aimlessly through the Bloemenmrkt (flower market), we were ready for a new adventure. Life hack: when life gives you a string of stores offering free cheese samples in close proximity to one another, make lunch. They even have stroopwafel bits for dessert.


Keeping our journey budget-friendly required some ground rules:

1. Use this time as a means of becoming aware of our surroundings and integrate ourselves in the daily culture of our destinations (i.e. no tourist traps)
2. Rely mostly on street food, samples, and the hospitality of our hosts for nourishment (i.e. pitch in for a homemade meal rather than a sit-down restaurant... with a few exceptions)
3. Choose museum outings, which are pocket maggots most of the time, very wisely


In  Amsterdam, a melting pot of cultural establishments, rule number 3 was a bit of a challenge. The Rijksmuseum came on top as the most culturally relevant and versatile for us, covering about 800 years of Dutch history within its galleries. From boats to teapots and furniture, the museum packs Dutch culture and aesthetics within one convenient, gorgeous building. A bit on the pricier side, I found it to be 17.50 Euros well spent – though I wish I hadn’t felt such a strong need to constantly power nap on their benches (it was a bit past my US bedtime).


My  favorite thing about Amsterdam is its ability to attract the kind of tourists that don’t wear their status on their sleeve. Although bustling, the city’s crowds have a small town feel, noisy yet intimate. A constant farmer’s market in the streets, if you will. Only when we reached the Rijksmuseum’s neighboring Iamsterdam sign was there a touristy commotion. People jumping in front of their initials, grinning their teeth, or letting the letters act as monkey bars.


As  a Netherlands novice, I wanted to explore the parts of culture that constantly mystify the Americas: the coffeshops, the sexual open-mindedness. So it has it that the second morning, after a stroll through the Jordaan neighborhood, we were face-to-face with a coffeeshop, feeling bashful and excited as we pushed through the doorway. The day was young, but there were at least four early risers in sight. With chunky wooden tables and chairs and a relaxed atmosphere, it seems like somewhere I’d enjoy doing homework, or reading about Buddhism.


In  the name of journalism (and local cuisine exploration), it was only right to try some famed coffeeshop merch – this particular sample was one for beginners, carefully recommended by the knowledgeable barista.

Post-morning snack, the five-year old in me couldn’t think of a better time to explore the Sexmuseum, a surprisingly subdued building across from the central station.  What an intriguing attraction! At 4 Euros for the admission fee, the museum did not only make for a hilarious photo backdrop – it was also enriching and accepting, in a way I had never experienced before. Between the waxy mannequins with dangling intimates and clownish features, there were photos – photos dating back as far as the late 1800s. These photos, while pornographic in the subjects’ nakedness, were so raw and fascinating to see from an anatomical perspective.

Before there were societal norms and media representations of the types of people allowed to enjoy sex, and the way these people should look and carry themselves, there was an understanding. The Dutch understood – and thank goodness, continue to understand – that sex is an all-encompassing activity pertaining to all types of people. Their photo library, although female-heavy, shows real people, of many heights and widths and grooming levels, not forcing or exaggerating their body language. It shows heterosexuals, lesbians, gays, and different fetishistic communities. No perverse tone. No agenda. All purely eye and mind opening. (Also, their bathroom game was on point - see sink below.) 


That’s the common theme of this seemingly compact city, aware of itself and its space – eye opening. It takes things that other cultures endlessly debate about, gives them a context, and they’re suddenly just things. It gives a story to actions that some find as lewd or immoral and suddenly they just become choices. It brings a sense of dignity and respect to professions that, although not the most Orthodox, shouldn’t be an end in themselves. It allows a young blonde-haired Dutch bartender, maybe 18 years of age, maybe younger, to dance to reggaeton in the doorway without fear of her moving hips becoming a battleground. Just enjoying her youth in the red strobe lights.


Leaving the city behind, with its subdued canals and boat houses floating on the tranquil water, we embark on new Dutch adventures. Travelling isn’t about acquiring fancy souvenirs or fancy meals or fancy anything. Go in with a plan and an open heart. Take in the sights and sounds of the area, the smell of the streets, the posture of the locals. Explore their neighborhoods. Sweat in the same means of public transportation. And if you’re in Amsterdam, I suppose, eat their pannekoeken and drench your huge fries in plenty of mayo.



Thank you so much for stopping by, and a huuuuge thank you to my friend Tom for hosting us in his beautiful country!

August 17, 2016

Chunky Sneakers + Recycled Clutch.

Photos by Aidan Bradbury-Aranda
earrings: Crossroads Trading Co.
top: gifted
shorts: H&M
bag: Lena Wolek
sunglasses: Warby Parker
sneakers: Lacoste (via Crossroads Trading Co.)





If there was ever one set of pictures that perfectly captured who I am today in style and aesthetic, it would be this one. Comfort is a key element of my day-to-day style and the colors, vibrantly captured in these photos, speak to my soul. 
Yesterday I went through a new wardrobe purge, and as another trash bag lays on my floor awaiting donation day, I find myself re-evaluating my belongings, what each individual piece means to me and how to maximize wear and focus on building upon an already existing wardrobe. 
Even before leaving for Europe (travel shenanigans coming soon, I promise), I've tried to be more in tune with my body and its needs while I shop. Consumer culture is losing more and more of its charm. Don't get me wrong, Zara and Forever 21 will still have a special place in my heart, but a deal no longer attracts me simply because it's a deal. As I continue growing into my personal style and discovering my signatures - bright solid hues, interesting accessories - many of the things that once caught my eye simply because they were new and shiny now fall flat. 
I don't think I could ever commit to fully giving up on the splendor of fast fashion stores, but I'm mindfully reducing the volume of my purchases and complementing the few lucky garments that make it into my wardrobe with some precious sentimental value items.
The -plastic bag- bag (orig. with a strap - I just tuck it in cause I find the clutch to be more of a statement) is made by Lena Wolek and gifted to me as a birthday present by my lovely boyfriend. Lena is one of the artists profiled in Out of the Bag, a short documentary he directed, which highlights the ways in which three Los Angeles-based artists are exploring their relationship with plastic through art. 
Most of the other pieces I'm sporting are pretty special as well. Two of them - my sneakers and earrings - were thrifted, and a third, the top, is a hand-me-down from one of my closest friends. At the end of the day, one (wo)man's trash is another (wo)man's treasure. And as both a poor 20something and former BUY SELL TRADE store employee, I fully support this statement. 

August 15, 2016

Printed Co-Ords + Utility Denim.


Photos by Aidan Bradbury-Aranda
necklace: Sam Moon 
jacket: Crossroads Trading Co. 
co-ord set: Wilde Heart
bag: Zara
sandals: Gap






Angelenos are notorious for taking the beach for granted, and I can't say that I'm much different. Though I'm a lover of summer and water and sun, I'd rather not deal with the commute nor the parking issues that a day at the beach bring about. 

Luckily, the metro extension by my place now goes all the way to downtown Santa Monica, so you best believe I'll be hitting up the hot sand much more often. 

This look was shot a few days ago, on a lovely lazy beach day. After a yummy meal at Tacos Por Favor (inexpensive; Chile Relleno burito highly recommended), spending time laying around and reading near the seashore was incredibly relaxing. The jacket, a favorite (as seen here and here) was great for after-hours, when the wind can get to be a bit much. 

Hold up, though - let's talk about co-ords for a second. They're not as trendy as they used to be, but man are they versatile! This set is so adorable and works so well together - not to mention the pieces can also be worn separately. What a deal!

Thank you so much for stopping by! 

August 10, 2016

Basic Crop + Slit Maxi.

Photos by Aidan Bradbury-Aranda
sunglasses: Warby Parker
earrings + necklace set: Jewelry Box
top: Topshop (via Crossroads Trading Co.)
bag: Rebecca Minkoff (via Crossroads Trading Co.)
skirt: Topshop (via Crossroads Trading Co.)
sneakers: Adidas (via Crossroads Trading Co.)








Here it is, ladies and gentlemen - another outfit fully funded by my retail stint. Boy do I love a good employee discount! I wore this colorful ensemble for a date day exploring Olvera Street and, well, felt pretty badass (not to mention incredibly comfy).

Another short one for tonight, just because sleep is beckoning me. Who am I to say no?

Thank you so much for stopping by!

August 6, 2016

Cropped Flares + Red Peplum.

Photos by Aidan Bradbury-Aranda
sunglasses: Warby Parker
choker: gifted from Romania
bag: Zara (via Crossroads Trading Co.)
top: Material Girl (via Crossroads Trading Co.)
jeans: H&M
shoes: Jeffrey Campbell (via Crossroads Trading Co.)






Hi friends!

Just a quickie post for tonight - time is scarce, but I really wanted to share this look. Cropped flares are one of the trendiest jean styles this summer/fall, and I figured I'd give them a try. Found this pretty pair at H&M for 5 bucks and took it as a sign from the style gods. How do you think I did?

Thank you so much for stopping by!