February 2017


Low tow

Neon Blush, Tulum packing, pack beauty products, Glossier rich moisturizer, Glossier Haloscope highlighter Moonstone, Kate Somerville Goats Milk de-puffing balm, Diptyque February special candleDr. Jart+ bb cream, MAC lipstick, Glossier priming moisturizer and 'Haloscope' highlighter, Kate Somerville de-puffing eye balm, J. Hannah Jewelry nail polish

I made a brief escape to Tulum a few weeks ago to recalibrate myself. Travel photos to come, but I wanted to share the small arsenal of beauty products and clothing I'd packed (got through a four day trip with just a carry-on, with room to spare!) that made my travel process and experience even simpler.

- Barely-there makeup is all you need: being surrounded in humid air and forgiving sunlight, I find that skin is simply better off bare. A thin layer of priming moisturizer, a swipe of the most subtle Haloscope, a dab of rust-colored lipstick on your cheeks and your pout, and you're good to go. I know there's been a lot of hype and coverage on this rich priming moisturizer from Glossier, but believe the hype! It makes my face feel plump, fresh and just dewy enough to walk out in. As for the color rust, I think I subconsciously go for colors that match my polish and right now the rich but fresh color seems appropriate for spring.

- One-pieces, denim shorts and sandals: it might not be for everyone, but I think having a one-piece suit helps ease the difficulty of matching (or even mis-matching) your tops and bottoms. I've been a long time fan of the styles from Her the Label and Onia, but there are plenty to be found because they're so simple. A one-piece can even double as a fitted tank under your favorite pair of denim cut-offs. Finish the ensemble with a chic low-heeled sandal and you're pretty set for any occasion during the entire trip.


Of angels

Neon Blush, Los AngelesRachel Comey denim jacket (similar), Dimepiece hoodie

Having been born in Los Angeles, I was fortunately introduced to a number of flavors from varying cuisines at an early age. I'd like to think that this variety of food cultivated an acknowledgment and gratitude for cultures outside of my family bounds. In this beautiful urban sprawl, you can have just about any thing you could think of: piping hot pupusas and pozole, a hearty bowl of bamboo-soaked chicken noodle soup, mac & cheese sprinkled with hot-cheeto crumble, beautifully tender slices of marbled wagyu, Himalayan curry, the most sightly bone marrow with fluffy/crispy spinach gnochetti, unleavened Ethiopian sourdough topped with an aromatic blend of stewed lamb and veggies, Thai tea-flavored panna cotta, fire roasted Brazilian steak, a beautiful marriage of grilled onions, french fries and beef tri tip... the list goes on.

Unfortunately, part of the plight of running a restaurant rests on heavy LA traffic - a lot of people feel unmotivated to go across town (or sometimes even just three to five miles out) for their friends, much less for food. To add, some districts--sometimes blocks, and even corners--of LA are avoided altogether because they're either undergoing renovation or having difficulty with an uncontrollable transition. One of my favorite restaurants, Simbal in Little Tokyo, fell under those pressures and dimmed its lights for good last weekend. Although tricky to find because of its inconvenient locale, Simbal was truly a gem in the neighborhood. With its unique Southeast Asian flair, attention to detail with every single dish and cocktail, each bite, each sip was like peeking into the journey of a brilliant mind. I was a semi-frequent patron; whenever I was back in town and could afford myself a thoughtful and nuanced meal, I would head to Simbal. I'm so disheartened by its closing, to have to bid farewell to a spot that was as familiar as it was fresh and new with every visit.

I could digress and lament over this for some time. I'm hoping to share my favorite restaurants more frequently here on Neon Blush, but for now, I wanted to take this time to urge people to shop small and visit local restaurants whenever possible. It matters. Don't hesitate to go across town to try new food or diversify your palate-- it could mean that you'll be supporting the growth of new, talented chefs and sustaining their ability to tell stories, to share their histories... or maybe even chancing upon a new favorite spot. I've always found that it's worth the trek.


The future is Us

Neon Blush, Womens March, Womens March Los Angeles, Downtown Los Angeles, Pershing Square March, LA City Hall
I realize I'm a few weeks late on posting this, but the Women's March meant a lot to me... partially because this was the first time I'd ever participated in an organized march. Up to this point, I'd always been a 'couch warrior', someone who cared about the social wellbeing of the political atmosphere but would never leave the comforts of their home, much less wake up at 6 am on a weekend to coordinate protest signs. The march at Pershing Square reached historical numbers in terms of outcome, but it also was monumental personally. It manifested existential questions-- considering how deeply I feel about our current situation, would I be a phony if I participate in/promote fashion that doesn't address the political climate? Do I really love what I do if I can no longer focus on it like I do the news articles that are reported each day? Is this newfound active patriotism something that just comes with aging, or are we really facing abnormal circumstances? Does it have to be one or the other?

In any case, after the post-march euphoria had dissipated and after collecting my thoughts from partaking in conversation with people who were apathetic towards it, the Women's March was (obviously) much more than just a cathartic and existential moment for myself. Simply put: I march because I strongly believe in the extension of rights to people whose experiences differ from mine. I may not utilize Planned Parenthood and I might not have completely agreed with every single sign at the march, but I will sure as hell lend my support for the individual's right to express their dissent, and moreover the freedom to choose.

We are all interconnected as human beings, and we have not won until we've become one.