Betsey Johnson Archive fur coat, lace bodysuit from Lulu, Maison Martin Margiela boots, Chanel bag ph: JSL

On Set in Los Angeles

I don't care what you say, I still liked Marie Antoinette. I hear this one's good though. I want to see it.

From Robert Heinecken's current exhibition at Cherry and Martin, Los Angeles

I want do everything I ever wanted this year.

It's almost half past two o'clock in the afternoon and I've already went, finished my job and come home. I worked almost every day this week; this is rare for me, so I'm really excited! And exhausted. So I'm going to do some serious chillaxin'.

I've been posting nothing but youtube videos lately. December has been a whole lot of delayed flights and crap winter weather. It rained a lot this week and I just flew in from San Francisco where I spent the weekend eating a lot of soupy noodle-y food and watching plentiful movies including:

Overall, A Single Man was a very attractive film, much like Mr. Ford himself. Despite the critical acclaims I heard that it received, I was, at first, a little doubtful. In the inchoation* of the film, I thought that it might have well been a perfume commercial for a fashion house. Every bit of it was well-manicured and so perfect, to the point of being a hyperreality with stilted complexity and gimmicks.

The impeccable primness may have been a smart, biting remark of the story's setting ... Early 1960s, the era of stifling social manners and superficial conducts, and lacquered truths for affected pleasantness. It also was set in Los Angeles, the city known as the embodiment of vanity ... Of course, but this was nothing new (quick examples include Far from Heaven and Mad Men) ... and the main character being an English professor who led discussions about Aldous Huxley seemed too easy in some ways.

But as the story went on I liked it better and better. It was all too beautiful to dismiss, and the exceptional performance by Colin Firth quickly outshone any negative thoughts I had about the film. I think it was a genuine work, and the too-perfect-to-be-serious factor was embraced. Plus it reminded me a lot of Wong Kar-Wai. I'd like to see it again so I can feel it out further, I'm sure there were things that I didn't quite catch the first time around because I was too busy lusting after the visual allure.

Anyway, it's very late and I'm only half awake. I can't really tell if what I said makes much sense ...

*: After my 5+ month hiatus, I am trying to study GRE vocabulary words again, meaning that I am trying to mix weird words into my everyday life, regardless of its appropriateness.

I like Daul K's new hair. We all love us some bizarrely unique Korean models! Speaking of bizarrely unique, I still want to shave my eyebrows ...

The Pearl Sisters, music from Korea in the 70s

Hooray for hot summers! Hot summertime means time for vintage garage music from the 60s and 70s. My mom used to love the Pearl Sisters. For once I agree with her choosing. I wish my parents kept their old Korean records.

Yesterday I went to China Town in Los Angeles for the Fuck Yeah! Fest. It was kind of a mess! The queue to pick up/purchase tickets were long, the lineup was, though great at times, kind of painful to bear in blocks of hours, and I got cold when the sun went down. So my friends and I left before we got to see any of the headliners we'd paid to see. Whatever, I'm so over festivals. We went and got some Pinkberry froyo instead. That stuff is so good. Yumyum in my tumz.

Photo: Vice

DIY shoulder cut-out t, thrifted denim shorts

The good, the bad, and the ugly. I walked in an informal fashion show for Foam Mag yesterday and the makeup looked so dewy and pretty that I had to take photos. The weather has been shit supremo in LA lately, but this has not stopped me from wearing this cool outfit practically everyday! It's so trendily retrospective it kind of hurts ... ugh!