W is for Woman

February 12, 2018













There are two types of people in this world. People who live in insecurity with moments of confidence. And people who live in confidence with moments of insecurity. I like to live in the latter. However, women, girls, ladies are built on the first category. We are taught at a very young age to carry insecurities. To not be “enough”. To identify our flaws, harp on them, even to an obsessive point, to fix them, throw money at it, cut it out surgically, medicate it, put makeup on it, and wear it all over our physical body. Like life’s anxieties aren’t enough, we had to dress it in insecurity.

I can’t even begin to say how fucked up that mentality is. But how do we change it? Do we talk about it behind closed doors during sleepovers and brunch dates. “Ugh, I feel so fat right now?” Or cue that Mean Girls clip when they’re all in Regina’s room comparing their insecurities just so they can feel better about themselves.  Yeah, no thanks. I hate participating in that weird social situation that happens way too often. When I hear someone say, “My pores are SO big” or “I have bad breath” or “Yellow looks so bad on me,” I give them a compliment that isn’t physical. “You’re absolutely impeccable!” “How do you always have the best taste in music?” “You literally create such vibrant energy when you enter a room!” In order to create confidence, we have to start with ourselves by recognizing silly habits. We have to make small habitual changes to empower other women thus empowering ourselves.


Thank you W Times Square and Kim Geronimo for an incredible collaboration and the inspiration behind this thought. I drink to you! Cheers.


Images by Kim Geronimo
Looks c/o of W Style Lab and Sugarbird
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February 12, 2018
There are two types of people in this world. People who live in insecurity with moments of confidence. And people who live in confidence with moments of insecurity. I like to live in the latter. However, women, girls, ladies are built on the first category. We are taught at a very young age to carry insecurities. To not be “enough”. To identify our flaws, harp on them, even to an obsessive point, to fix them, throw money at it, cut it out surgi…












There are two types of people in this world. People who live in insecurity with moments of confidence. And people who live in confidence with moments of insecurity. I like to live in the latter. However, women, girls, ladies are built on the first category. We are taught at a very young age to carry insecurities. To not be “enough”. To identify our flaws, harp on them, even to an obsessive point, to fix them, throw money at it, cut it out surgically, medicate it, put makeup on it, and wear it all over our physical body. Like life’s anxieties aren’t enough, we had to dress it in insecurity.

I can’t even begin to say how fucked up that mentality is. But how do we change it? Do we talk about it behind closed doors during sleepovers and brunch dates. “Ugh, I feel so fat right now?” Or cue that Mean Girls clip when they’re all in Regina’s room comparing their insecurities just so they can feel better about themselves.  Yeah, no thanks. I hate participating in that weird social situation that happens way too often. When I hear someone say, “My pores are SO big” or “I have bad breath” or “Yellow looks so bad on me,” I give them a compliment that isn’t physical. “You’re absolutely impeccable!” “How do you always have the best taste in music?” “You literally create such vibrant energy when you enter a room!” In order to create confidence, we have to start with ourselves by recognizing silly habits. We have to make small habitual changes to empower other women thus empowering ourselves.


Thank you W Times Square and Kim Geronimo for an incredible collaboration and the inspiration behind this thought. I drink to you! Cheers.


Images by Kim Geronimo
Looks c/o of W Style Lab and Sugarbird
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Auto Correct by Sunday Riley

February 8, 2018









I wish there was an "Auto Correct" for life but since that's not a real thing yet, at least there's one for my eyes. Here's the honest truth: I've never used eye cream before. I guess the twenty-something in me is still resistant to a thing call age. Or wrinkles. Or heart burn. Or hangovers.

So in Europe, I hear that preventative care is the trend, or just the right thing to do. I do not want super dark circles, deep wrinkles, or deep set eyes before I decide to do something about it. I want to prevent it from happening while I can. Get a head start! So here I am, incorporating eye cream for the very first time. And I am so glad I did. As an eye cream virgin, I picked the best beauty brand I knew in the game. Sunday Riley is undoubtedly my favorite. (Here is my post on their other products!) They are a no bullshit skin care line. No added perfume. No millennial appealing lies. Just pure goodness. And Auto Correct by Sunday Riley does not disappoint. New to their line, this eye cream uses caffeine (FREAKING GENIUS) among other delicious ingredients to brighten, lift, and de-puff the delicate skin around the eyes. Personally, I've noticed a huge change in the brightness around my eyes. With only 3 hours of sleep, I still wake up looking like I had a good 8 hours of sleep. Makeup goes on smoother and I did notice that some lines were naturally filled in. I use the Auto Correct cream every morning and night. The price is quite hefty but good things come at a cost. And trust me, it's worth it.

Images by Pedro Morales
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February 8, 2018
I wish there was an "Auto Correct" for life but since that's not a real thing yet, at least there's one for my eyes. Here's the honest truth: I've never used eye cream before. I guess the twenty-something in me is still resistant to a thing call age. Or wrinkles. Or heart burn. Or hangovers. So in Europe, I hear that preventative care is the trend, or just the right thing to do. I do not want super dark circles, deep w…








I wish there was an "Auto Correct" for life but since that's not a real thing yet, at least there's one for my eyes. Here's the honest truth: I've never used eye cream before. I guess the twenty-something in me is still resistant to a thing call age. Or wrinkles. Or heart burn. Or hangovers.

So in Europe, I hear that preventative care is the trend, or just the right thing to do. I do not want super dark circles, deep wrinkles, or deep set eyes before I decide to do something about it. I want to prevent it from happening while I can. Get a head start! So here I am, incorporating eye cream for the very first time. And I am so glad I did. As an eye cream virgin, I picked the best beauty brand I knew in the game. Sunday Riley is undoubtedly my favorite. (Here is my post on their other products!) They are a no bullshit skin care line. No added perfume. No millennial appealing lies. Just pure goodness. And Auto Correct by Sunday Riley does not disappoint. New to their line, this eye cream uses caffeine (FREAKING GENIUS) among other delicious ingredients to brighten, lift, and de-puff the delicate skin around the eyes. Personally, I've noticed a huge change in the brightness around my eyes. With only 3 hours of sleep, I still wake up looking like I had a good 8 hours of sleep. Makeup goes on smoother and I did notice that some lines were naturally filled in. I use the Auto Correct cream every morning and night. The price is quite hefty but good things come at a cost. And trust me, it's worth it.

Images by Pedro Morales
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Be Kind To Yourself

January 30, 2018













Who else do we spend more time with than ourselves? Conversations in our heads with ourselves. Long stares and quick glances from ourselves to ourselves. Sing to ourselves. Curse at ourselves. Pinch ourselves. Wear 6 inch stilettos to torture ourselves. Harsh judgement to ourselves come too easy. Kind supportive words less frequent. Instagram feels suffocated with fake all-day-every-day curation of happiness and success. New York moves too fast to acknowledge “feelings.” There are millions of people out here hustling, maybe even harder than I am. Sleeping less than I am. Talking to more people than I do. Putting in more energy than I have to give.

But be kind. Be kind to myself.

Dear self, 
I will softly pick your head up from your shoulder and whisper “Baby, you are doing so well.” I will tuck the strands of hair one by one off your face, kiss your forehead, and say “I believe in you.” I will wrap my hands around your waist and squeeze until your organs squish out of place, until it’s hard to catch your breath and say, “I will be here to pick you up.” Or “If you want to stay here a while longer, I can stay here with you, too.” I will seep a tea bag in a cup of warm water, drizzle some honey, hand you the mug with both hands, and watch the steam encompass your face while you take your first sip. I will remind you of every little accomplishment you made, write them in a list that will fill two king size bedrooms. I will say “Look how long you’ve come. You’re on the journey of joy that no one before you have ever dared to tread.” I will wipe your tears with my own fingers. Press my DNA onto your cheeks. And say “You will do great things.”

Images by Vinh Luong
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January 30, 2018
Who else do we spend more time with than ourselves? Conversations in our heads with ourselves. Long stares and quick glances from ourselves to ourselves. Sing to ourselves. Curse at ourselves. Pinch ourselves. Wear 6 inch stilettos to torture ourselves. Harsh judgement to ourselves come too easy. Kind supportive words less frequent. Instagram feels suffocated with fake all-day-every-day curation of happiness and success. New York moves too fast…












Who else do we spend more time with than ourselves? Conversations in our heads with ourselves. Long stares and quick glances from ourselves to ourselves. Sing to ourselves. Curse at ourselves. Pinch ourselves. Wear 6 inch stilettos to torture ourselves. Harsh judgement to ourselves come too easy. Kind supportive words less frequent. Instagram feels suffocated with fake all-day-every-day curation of happiness and success. New York moves too fast to acknowledge “feelings.” There are millions of people out here hustling, maybe even harder than I am. Sleeping less than I am. Talking to more people than I do. Putting in more energy than I have to give.

But be kind. Be kind to myself.

Dear self, 
I will softly pick your head up from your shoulder and whisper “Baby, you are doing so well.” I will tuck the strands of hair one by one off your face, kiss your forehead, and say “I believe in you.” I will wrap my hands around your waist and squeeze until your organs squish out of place, until it’s hard to catch your breath and say, “I will be here to pick you up.” Or “If you want to stay here a while longer, I can stay here with you, too.” I will seep a tea bag in a cup of warm water, drizzle some honey, hand you the mug with both hands, and watch the steam encompass your face while you take your first sip. I will remind you of every little accomplishment you made, write them in a list that will fill two king size bedrooms. I will say “Look how long you’ve come. You’re on the journey of joy that no one before you have ever dared to tread.” I will wipe your tears with my own fingers. Press my DNA onto your cheeks. And say “You will do great things.”

Images by Vinh Luong
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Breakfast at Fairfax

January 23, 2018







 





I’ve never been to a restaurant and said, “I want to live here” and actually meant it in all the literal sense. Every single corner in Fairfax is cozy, aesthetically pleasing, and well thought out. But not in a systematic way or a “this will get us a bunch of tags” kinda way. It’s for the love of the space. It’s absolutely refreshing. I love this place so much I drag myself here from Brooklyn once a week at 8:15am or 8:34am because I’m always late. You’ll most likely find me in the back couches with a laptop and a matcha latte. I take many morning meetings here, too, or just catch up sessions. The waiters are attentive and super friendly. I came here once for brunch and they went to every table and asked each person for a song to play in the restaurant from their high school days. Brilliant. Now their food, oh my. Where do I begin? I’ve tried their entire menu damn near. And everything is delicious. Fresh. Balanced. Creative. Their Ronnybrook Yogurt creation drizzled in honey and topped with figs and pistachios is divine. Their Gravlax is nothing I’ve ever tasted before. And their simple Petit Omelette is anything but simple. You simply can’t go wrong here. So close your eyes and just place your finger somewhere on the menu and I promise you won’t be disappointed.


Order this:
Ronnybrook Yogurt
Gravlax
Petit Omelette
Frittata (Brunch menu only)

Great for:
Meetings
Laptop Work Sesh
Catching Up With Friends
Date
Impressing Your Parents

Price Per Plate:
>$12

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Breakfast 8am - 11am on weekdays. 
Brunch 8am - 3pm on weekends.
234 W 4th St,
New York, NY 10014 

Images by Lynn Kim Do & Thao LeBlanc
January 23, 2018
I’ve never been to a restaurant and said, “I want to live here” and actually meant it in all the literal sense. Every single corner in Fairfax is cozy, aesthetically pleasing, and well thought out. But not in a systematic way or a “this will get us a bunch of tags” kinda way. It’s for the love of the space. It’s absolutely refreshing. I love this place so much I drag myself here from Brooklyn once a week at 8:15am or 8:34am because I’m always l…






 





I’ve never been to a restaurant and said, “I want to live here” and actually meant it in all the literal sense. Every single corner in Fairfax is cozy, aesthetically pleasing, and well thought out. But not in a systematic way or a “this will get us a bunch of tags” kinda way. It’s for the love of the space. It’s absolutely refreshing. I love this place so much I drag myself here from Brooklyn once a week at 8:15am or 8:34am because I’m always late. You’ll most likely find me in the back couches with a laptop and a matcha latte. I take many morning meetings here, too, or just catch up sessions. The waiters are attentive and super friendly. I came here once for brunch and they went to every table and asked each person for a song to play in the restaurant from their high school days. Brilliant. Now their food, oh my. Where do I begin? I’ve tried their entire menu damn near. And everything is delicious. Fresh. Balanced. Creative. Their Ronnybrook Yogurt creation drizzled in honey and topped with figs and pistachios is divine. Their Gravlax is nothing I’ve ever tasted before. And their simple Petit Omelette is anything but simple. You simply can’t go wrong here. So close your eyes and just place your finger somewhere on the menu and I promise you won’t be disappointed.


Order this:
Ronnybrook Yogurt
Gravlax
Petit Omelette
Frittata (Brunch menu only)

Great for:
Meetings
Laptop Work Sesh
Catching Up With Friends
Date
Impressing Your Parents

Price Per Plate:
>$12

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Breakfast 8am - 11am on weekdays. 
Brunch 8am - 3pm on weekends.
234 W 4th St,
New York, NY 10014 

Images by Lynn Kim Do & Thao LeBlanc