Ode to Holidays

The last day of my fall break has officially come to a close. I still have two more days until I start back up with class, but Saturday and Sunday don't count because I usually get those days off. We got but a morsel of a holiday back at the beginning of September, but I was so caught up in the novelty (and cruelty) of law school that I forgot what an important holiday that week was: Fashion Week.

I don't really have a great fondness for Fashion Week. It seems even more trivial that we've got such pressing issues at hand. Never mind the fact that it's a billion dollar industry with a trickle down effect that plays an integral role of EVERY clothed person's life. But it really isn't something I mark on my calendar. I just happen upon style.com and lo and behold I find that I've got a week's worth of mindless clicks. "Next, next, next..." all the way through every single collection. I think if I look at them fast enough, I'll be able to get a better idea of the continuity that the designer was trying to get across in his or her collection. Clicking that fast also makes me feel like there's some greater power over me while I peruse these sites--a compulsion of sorts.

So a lot of people ask me what kind of style I like. For some reason, I always cringe when someone says I'm "trendy" or that I look like I shop at Urban Outfitters. No sartorial pretension here! Trust me. Just a tick I have. But here are some of my favorite looks dating all the way back to the summer when the European men's shows started and I had another welcome distraction from grading papers in Korea. Since I KNOW all of you guys care so deeply about what I would spend my nonexistent, currently-in-severe-debt, money on.




So if you ever see me sporting TWO belts or wearing black hot pants...now you know.

Ode to a Room with a View

This has been really hard for me. This getting up, clicking on "Sign In," typing something that's worthy of my incredibly intelligent and literary minded blogospeers.

So I'll just give you a glimpse of what I get to see every morning.



Remember that view of the Golden Gate Bridge I'd had back in April on my walk down from a Berkeley dinner. That view that sealed the deal and made me believe that the Bay Area would be my home for the next three years?

Say hello to Sigma Chi.