I scan through about 5 or more different blogs every morning. The first blog that I went to this morning prompted me to share these images with you. I have always been a huge fan of very low-fi, simple design. Also, I adore the color of paperback books. The pages seem to mature (deteriorate) and turn more caramel in color, sorta like LV leather trim. These are by Jaime Derringer (Design Milk). I found the post on Desire to Inspire. I would tile an entire wall in my house with her work, – I really would. So, peel yourself from your new designated Beatles Rockband area, get on a computer and visit ETSY to see more work.

Yes. That time is here. The time of year where your fashion magazines get ultra thick (lotta ads) and bloggers and photographers are burning the candle at both ends. Don’t forget to check out your fave blogs for Bryant park street style pictures (there will be a gazillion) and more importantly, get the Podcasts of your fave designers as soon as they are available.

I was at the store today and as I was browsing, a woman gently placed her hand on my shoulder. I stopped what I was doing to look up and meet eyes with someone studying my face. She told me that I looked exactly like the Yale student who had just gone missing.

Annie is Yale grad student looking forward to getting married this weekend but, now her whereabouts are unknown. BTW, I look nothing like Annie Le, 24. On a close-range subject, I spoke to Megan at the College Park Dechoes today. She said that a nice Japanese couple came by to shop. Later in the day, two other Asians came in, and Megan asked if they were from Japan. The young couple said that they were from Hong Kong and from what Megan described, stood at the check-out counter and angrily stared at her. These situations always come full circle. A while back, when there were about five different Asians (Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese) working at Dechoes (Anhie, Flower, Katie, Lay-Ying, Libia) customers would come in and ask us all the time if we were all from the same oven.

Asians do not all look alike. If you do not know which type of “Asian” a person is, ask politely instead of guessing. And please, for the love of god, do not- I repeat, do not under any circumstance call us oriental. Oriental can be used to describe things. Oriental is one of the sky blue properties on Monopoly that you are only excited about if you have Connecticut and Vermont AND hotels protruding off of each one of them. Save oriental for rugs, teas, china, you get the idea.

I leave you with this scene from Clueless (1995) courtesy of LA Youth:

Cher: Lucy, the fire department called again. They said we need to clear out that bush. You said you’d talk to Jose about it.
Lucy: He’s your gardener, I don’t know why you no tell him.
Cher: Lucy, you know I don’t speak Mexican.
Lucy: I NOT A MEXICAN.
Cher: Great, what was that all about?
Josh: Lucy’s from El Salvador.
Cher: So?
Josh: So, it’s an entirely different country.
Cher: What does that matter?
Josh: You get mad if anyone thinks you live below Sunset.