So the queen – Michelle, not the other one – turned 60 last month and to celebrate her big day (read: year), our family flew us out to Los Angeles for the most incredible 10 day trip. LA is a city of total contradictions; embodied best in my daily diet of salad for lunch and three tubs of ice cream on the drive home after. But it is also a city of so many facets, influences, ideas and inspirations. Anything goes, and nobody really cares.
So I decided to use that (and having my blogger boyfriend aka blogger mom back in service) as an excuse to dress up again. Hong Kong has a way of taking your style aspirations and calming them down to sandals and sneakers. Maybe its the heat and humidity, I don’t know, but being out and about in heels is not really a vibe here. At least within my experience. No one likes a sweaty betty and anyone who knows me knows that “fashion and function” is one of my life mottos. But LA was like a fashion playground, plus there was zero humidity to sweat through so dressing up was a little easier to do.
I’m lucky enough to have been to LA and done the touristy bits before and this was a holiday dedicated to being with my family and my best friend who just so happens to live there too (thank you universe for your blessings), so if you’re expecting to read on and find pictures of Universal Studios or the Hollywood sign you’re going to be gravely disappointed. Those of you who followed my Snapchats of the trip will know it consisted mostly of eating out – at the most fabbbbbb restaurants – and hanging out with my favourite people, tinged with a little shopping and culture for gees. So instead you’ll find a visual style diary (#OOTD on crack) and me indulging in my own narcissism because not only did I have the weather and opportunity but also people willing to put up with it. Shout out to my mom and Niks for all these style snaps!
Here’s to Los Angeles for giving me the most beautiful time with family and friends and for serving as the backdrop to a little boost in fashooooooooon. I tried new things and my style evolved into places as yet undefined.
I’ve since returned to the 852 with a newfound love for what I wear and how I wear it (plus a HEAP of new clothes and heels so suck it HK chill). Los Angeles reminded me of how much I love all of this and how happy I am being immersed in it.
Who’da thunk it? Hell A, Hell Yes.
Third Street Promenade | Santa Monica
Abbot Kinney Boulevard | Venice
Ysabel | West Hollywood
Melrose Avenue | West Hollywood
Farm Shop | Brentwood
Venice Beach | Venice
Arts District | Downtown Los Angeles
Antique Flea Market | Long Beach
RnD Kitchen | Santa Monica
Local Kitchen | Santa Monica
Sometimes life imitates art. Other times you’re jet lagged and look like a moron and your brother takes a photo of it (that you secretly love)…
Here’s to being excited about fashion again.
And making more people take my outfit photos.
Until next time xxx