I was lucky to have gotten away from studying last week for a night of ballet in San Francisco. George Balanchine’s Coppelia was a beautiful show – its lightheartedness a refreshing departure from the drama and tragedy of opera I so willingly subject myself to. I wore my new tulip Prada dress for this occasion. In a matter of one night we became pretty acquainted: first in the rain, then on the train, and finally at the ballet.
clip-on earrings
moroccan valentines
My dear brother and our friend Josh took me out to a Moroccan restaurant/lounge for Valentine’s Day and it was fabulous. Being thousands of miles away from home, I am so lucky to have spent the night with people who love me. It was a night of belly dancing, yummy food, hookah, good conversation, and a lot of laughs. I later got a chance to take a bunch of balloons back to my apartment and wake up in a cloud of hearts floating above my head. Magical 
. Thank you guys!
It’s my Birfday!!!
I’m turning 27 today – a big girl now. Funny…I don’t feel any different. We were planning on starting the long road-trip/move to California today because I need to be at the law school orientation by mid-August, and I still have no idea where I’m going to live when I’m there. We’ve postponed the departure date for another 20 hours so it’ll be a b-day full of packing and planning. As is usually the case with us fiery Leos, I’m big on birthdays and try to savor their every moment. And as uneventful as today’s b-day is likely to be, I’m more excited than ever.
my first balenciaga
I have this vivid memory in my mind of childhood moments when the act of dress-up seemed to possess transformative, almost magical powers – an element of the “unknown” that seemed so quintessentially grown-up yet playful. Sometimes when I was left home alone to my own devices, I would put on my aunt’s highest platforms (she lived with us for a while), pull on my mom’s puffiest skirt, and as carefully as possible try to apply the reddest lipstick I could find. I would twirl around in this get-up, doing circles in our tiny apartment, until the doorbell rudely interrupted this “ritual.” At that point, the skirt, lipstick, and platforms would come off at the speed of light, and I opened the door with that innocent smile on my face that eight-year-old girls are so good at faking. Privet!
through the eyes of another
You might remember my post from NYC made a few weeks ago and entitled On New York Time. That day, after hours of touristy walking around, my mom and I took a little time to relax in Bryant Park. That’s when we met the talented, New York-born photographer, Rafael Sanchez. He snapped a few shots of me and I liked them so much that I wanted to share them with you in this post. If only for the sake of comparison, I thought it might be interesting to show the end result of the same subject being seen through the eyes of two different people – first my mom and now Rafael. Sort of a new perspective “through the eyes of another.”
