kiss kiss

A round of purikura silliness with Christina, a fellow appreciator of all things kitsch. We didn't even plan that amazing cardigan clash. I think I should have a full time job as a purikura instructor now that I'm practically fluent in Japanese from using these photo booths so often. And one of these days I'm going to bring my cat with me...

sweetcake

coat  vintage, flea market

cardigan  vintage, flea market

dress  forever 21

tights  j. crew

purse  vintage

umbrella  vista from dema

heels  anthropologie

A few photos from my birthday, which included a photobooth marathon, oysters and cheese for brunch, and some festive nail art (which was weirdly only the second professional manicure I've ever had in my 28 years). The nighttime portion of my birthday was spent belting out karaoke songs with my family and buds while wearing a 1950's party dress that makes me look about 8 years old. There will be grainy, creepy film photos of that very soon!

purikura happiness

An impromptu Japantown adventure the other day turned into, naturally, a purikura marathon! Isla and Annalise were my photo booth partners in crime and I made sure to subject them to the full Pika Pika experience, complete with singing along to all the J-pop songs that play loudly in each booth, putting bows on everything, and working up quite a sweat. I think we were all ready for a nap afterwards. This is serious stuff, guys.

heaven

cardigan  vintage

dress  vintage

coat  vintage

belt  j. crew

shoes  vintage ferragamo

Japantown in San Francisco is my idea of heaven. Annalise and I went crazy last night at Pika Pika (land of purikura photo booths) and then wandered around trying to find the best place to stuff our faces with sushi. Five rounds of photo boothin' sure does make a girl famished! It was a long overdue lady date with one of the loveliest gals I know. I'm ready to do it again tonight, who's game?