Happy Hallows Eve!

To those who know me, know that I take Halloween very seriously. Whenever there is an excuse to dress up I take advantage of it. It must have something to do with the fact that I'm a wardrobe stylist. I never repeat a costume, and I try my best to make my costumes/ coordinate it myself, rather than getting a pre-made one in a bag. This year I had 4 costumes altogether. Butterfly on Thursday, Raggedy Anne on Friday, a Fafi on Saturday, and tonight I'm Bunnicula! I also styled a few people from Chaka Khan, Cleopatra, Pochahontas, a Candy Striper, to name a few. It was a busy year. Will post pics soon, but for now enjoy some of my favorite alter egos from the past. xo


The good, the bad, and the ugly. Halloween 2005!

Sometimes you just got to dress up as a stereotype. Shrugs.

Fortune teller or something like it.

She Hulk and Poison Ivy- Heroes vs. Villains

Lucky 67 Vegas theme party

Seven Years Deep w/ Kyle Johnson

I'm trying to figure out what to wear tomorrow. I'm getting my portrait taken by one of my greatest friends and the reason why I got into wardrobe styling in the first place; Kyle Johnson!

I don't think a lot of people know our history, but we go way back. I officially met Kyle at my 20th birthday party. At that time we were both serious backpackers! We shared an affinity for hip hop. We went to every show from Dilated Peoples, People Under The Stars, Hieroglyphics, to name a few.

Kyle and I have watched one another grow as artists, and it's not every day that you meet someone who you know will always vouch for you and have your back. For that I am forever grateful for my friendship and relationship with him. We've built our books and repertoires together and it's been quite the ride seeing him follow his dreams. If there is anything I've learned it's...loyalty is a great investment. You work from the bottom up w/ a small circle of people who are down for you and in the long run it really pays off.

Kyle is turning 27 on Thursday, and even though I'm a couple days early I want to say Happy Birthday, congratulations, and all of that to one of Seattle's best. Actually let me rephrase that...one of west coast's best! Below are some portraits Kyle took of me in the past, and some of our early collaborations.


We got to shoot in Gordini's infamous home at The Ben Lomond Apartments!

One of the most amazing homes I've ever been to.

This was taken back in 2005? Right before I moved back to Los Angeles.

One of our very first test shoots together w/ our dear friend and darling muse Rose.

Another oldie, but goodie w/ band- Born Anchors.

There came a point where we got good enough to book agency signed models. Ms. Shealeen Hager was one of our first =)

And I Go Back to Black

This time last year I was a total hermit. I never saw my friends, I wasn't drinking, I stayed home on the weekends. I was too busy trying to be a good girlfriend and a kept woman. Even though we looked happy in our photos and made a "cute" couple, it was all a front. I never told anyone how dark things really were at that time. Ever since I was 19 I've fallen into one serious relationship after another. 2 years, 2 years, 1 year, 2 years. That's 7 years of my life I will never get back.


































I don't want a refund...I just want to be over "it" already.

Naughty Child Seventeen

I've been cleaning up my "act" on the Internet these past couple of weeks. Deleting shit on Myspace, deleting journal entries from 2003, coming up with alter egos, getting separate domain names, editing my privacy settings on Facebook, locking my Twitter, and all of that. Image management. There is a time and place for everything. Ladies and gentlemen...we got to keep it hoe-fessional! There is some leeway in the industry where you can act without inhibition and be yourself. So while this blog validates me as a legit wardrobe stylist/ fashion consultant and overall productive member of society...I also like to engage in a whole lot of other things- bullshit, some trivial, some inappropriate. What have you...

I guess this blog will mainly be work and level 1 personal related. However, for other things that are irrelevant or contribute nothing to my grind you can visit my Tumblr. Naughty Child Seventeen. Holler at your girlscout!

Portfolio Updates and Real Time Updates

In other news...I'm trying to spend more time at this place I call home. This place where I pay rent. I don't really give myself the opportunity to feel lonely. And when I do, I just try to stay busy/ productive. Thinking of setting up a desk/ office area in my wardrobe room. Thinking about making it official and getting an LLC. Thinking of other "services" to offer. Thinking of a million ways to hustle harder so I can buy that Birkin handbag and a gold watch. I know, I know...money and material things aren't everything, but it would be a nice reminder to know I'm not doing all of this shit in vain. Sometime between now and when I make my first million...I updated my portfolio. Check it out HERE.

Ball of Chaos and A Broadcast of Natural Order

"A wellspring of raw feelings, she wears her heart on her sleeve, needing to express her emotions even when others might consider it unwise to do so. More than any other female, she is committed by her sentiments..."

Went to a dinner the other night. I was the youngest one there, minus the offspring of one of the hosts. One of the topics of discussion: astrology. Someone brought the book "Sextrology: Astrology of Sex and the Sexes" to the table. I don't take everything into heart, but when I read about the Cancer woman a lot of it was on point. To sum me up; both a homemaker and party girl. Seemingly a train wreck, but actually pretty stable. I'm domestic and destructive. I think I agree with all of the above.


You get this many chances, but I'll make you believe you get none.

Cancer women; Frida Kahlo. Carly Simon. Linda Ronstandt. Janet Leigh.

Bathroom floors. Backseats. Actually, a bed will do.

Shalom Harlow. A classic.

Bedtime stories. I read enough legal books in college that now I just want to look at pretty things.

Apartment 203. The wildest of the bunch. Lobby plant destroyer.

Abbey Lee Kershaw. What a dime.

Inventory. Sales reports. This fashion aint all about looking good. Got to get these numbers right.

Once upon a time I was blond and smarter. Now I have bad hair days almost everyday and let my heart do all the talking. Get it together.

Giving pants a chance. And flats too. Opening Ceremony. Thinking about it.

One of my greatest best friends. He laughs when I puke, he might even take footage of it.

Pine Street. I hate it now, but will love it when I'm gone.

Six Nine Teen. Art and shit. Walks and shit. Fire hazards and no wine.

Ivy League. Natalie Portman. Beauty and brains.

There is no other remedy than a pair of fabulous shoes. These shoes were made for disco and dancing. Thanks Naomi B. for the lovely care package.

Tim Gunn said it best, "make it work".

Red Hands & Yellow Fever

I miss October already and it's only the 7th. A friend suggested I get a little more "personal" on my blog. "People will trust you more when they know you're a real person, with real feelings." Note taken. When it rains, it doesn't pour...it just means I'm a girl and shedding a few tears is standard protocol...twice a year. No more no less. Fashion boss Kelly Cutrone said it herself..."if you have to cry go outside." I have a lot on my plate: in real life and figuratively. I want it all.


1984 sounds better. I'm closing shop...foreals this time.

Tough life for a 20 something in the city. Considering a gun. Maybe some mace.

Always try things on for size. They look better on display than on my feet, but I'll fuck with them anyway.

Netflix que and a childhood favorite. AFI approved.

You try so hard to do right, but it's all wrong in the end anyways.

Chinatown vs. Midtown. Night Kitchen vs. Honey Court. You do the math.

Artist retreat at Club Vertigo. Free the fellas dot organization.

Yellow fever is going out of style. So are black guys. I'm going gay.

Pork chops...

And new hair chops. I stay asian.

The greatest of expectations and cruel to be kind intentions.

Time for a new tattoo or two or three.

Ma vie en red and yellow.