My inner tranny unleashed. I never thought I could ever use my electric blue turkey feathers. I did and it’s all for you Gaga.
In 2010, I was going for “The Biker”. I take costumes seriously and I thought I got it all together, but I guess I didn’t really look like one. For these reasons, a) random people at the Halloween party yell at me, “Hey! Where’s your whip?” b) the guy in the Alan costume (Zach Galafianakis’ character in the Hangover), came up to me and asked, “So, are you some kinda police officer or something?”.
Last year, I wasn’t prepared and didn’t have time to come up with a costume. But, I just happened to have had a cropped leather jacket with exaggerated shoulder pads and a pair of leather pants (minus the blonde wig) in my suitcase. Why? It’s just the way I roll (winks). So, in 2011, I thought, I’ll be an “80′s rockstar”. Think: Asian Blondie.
That didn’t work either. I was still asked where my whip was. And my friends told me I look like the Asian version of the hooker, Vivian ( Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman).
I guess, at the end of the night I was more convinced that I didn’t look like a rockstar, because I was getting dollar bills. Rockstars get underwear thrown at them onstage not dollar bills. I rest my case.
I need to be more streamlined and concise next time. I’m torn between a burrito and a reptile costume.
I’m skipping Halloween this year, because I’m back in the Middle East now ( I was in the U.S. the last two years, and parties are more fun in that side of the world,anyway), and it’s Eid holiday here, so most of my friends are out on vacation.
Happy Halloween everyone! Don’t drink and Drive! xx
I was walking around the Haight-Ashbury neighborhood when I stumbled upon this vintage store and instantly fell in love with the space. I was in a trance when I saw this selection of jewelry. Oran, the wonderful man with the hair gel (or pomade), responsible for this establishment is very much in character. I can see him smiling and shaking his head because I was going “loco” over his merchandise.
It felt like I time-travelled to an old Hollywood costume designer’s dream, or my grandma’s closet, if she was Greta Garbo.
So true. Mark Twain. So true.
Cool things abound. Thank God I hate packing, or I would have bought these umbrellas.
The coolest thing I found in the store was the “Trav-L-bar”. It’s basically your carry-on wet bar. And yes, you’re supposed to bring it on the plane with you, in that almost perfect pre-miniature-sized Jim Beams, pre-9/11 world. When Pan Am still flew. And when liquids over 30 ml were still allowed on commercial flights. Gone are the good old days.
Aunt Thelma’s handbag for Sunday’s worship, anyone?
Okay, vintage bags, clothes, luggage, accessories I can do. But I draw the line at shoes.
This is what I got. This beautiful cameo necklace and these stunning clip-on crystal earrings from the 1950′s. I think I only paid $ 60 for both of them. Happiness!
If you are looking for something unique with a little bit of history, visit Relic Vintage on 1605 Haight Street in San Francisco. It’s a gem!
Happy Shopping! xx