Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Style Inspiration: The Sister


My sister Nella and I have pretty much different personalities. We disagree a lot, at the misfortune of my mom--who hates it when we have a simple argument and always dramatizes because she wishes she had a sister.
But it's funny you know how people say we look so alike and talk the same say.
For example, when she entered AUB (the American University of Beirut, where we both go) this academic year in fall, people would confuse her as me before paying real attention to the face.
My sister didn't guess at first why random people were saying hi but someone later told her something like, "OMG you look like someone I know in Business major", which actually turns out to be me. 
However my sister and I both acknowledge that we talk the same way. And it's exactly the same voice over the phone. It's scary, really. If I call mom from my sister's line... She would think it's her.
Nella and I used to play a trick on guys when we were still in high school. If a guy called me, I would hand the phone to my sister and let her talk. Yes, it was definitely a lot of laughs and fun!

Besides a style inspiration, I admire my sister for her persistence and hardwork. That girl is not a bit lazy or late when it comes to getting the job done. She has 4 more long years studying architecture, but I am sure there is only light at the end of the tunnel and she will live a successful life! May God protect my girl.

The pictures below were taken on a lively street in Beirut, Mar Mikhael.
She is wearing a Topshop dress, Alexander Wang for H&M (for Men) jacket, Pharell Williams red Superstar Adidas sneakers, and gem embroidered Stella McCartney bag.
On her hands, she is wearing earrings from Urban Outfitters, H&M kids "Happy" hair tie, and Vanina 3 rings set "Madly, Deeply, Truly". 






Turning my back to me, she's not posing, this girl is anti-social media! But you've got to admit she's got style! (I'm going to pass on the lame line that it runs in the family)

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Adventurous Sunday in Brooklyn, NYC Diary (updated)




I think that this would be by far the Sunday when I was the most terrified.
I’ve heard that it is cool to hang out in Williamsburg at night. So I decided to book a table at a nice restaurant, which for God’s sake I don’t know why I have thought that it was a hotel too, when I was still in Lebanon—the restaurant, Hudson and Delaware, fine dining.
So I planned a Sunday getaway to Brooklyn with my sister, and it actually fell on the right timing when we were in New York, our Lebanese friends wanted to hang out there too that day.
If I remember well, I think the problem was that we hadn’t woken up early or that we told our friends we will meet them in Downtown Brooklyn. So we took the subway not really sure of where to stop and we actually went too far away. My sister and I freaked out and remembered what our friends have told us about the ghetto, not really the place to hang out at night.
When we were finally somewhere in Brooklyn, we decided to have a walk and I was so glad that we saw Doughnut Plant on our way. We stopped by to have my second breakfast of the day, after the one I had at the hotel. There was no way I was going to miss on those donuts, I have seen them and lusted over them on Instagram already. I decided to have a cup of hot chocolate with homemade marshmallow along with two small donuts, one filled with pistachio cream and the other one with crème brulée—it was just HEAVEN. We continued our walk and decided to join our friends after they have lunch in downtown Brooklyn and we thought that we could visit the Botanical Garden meanwhile. Naked trees that’s what we saw, the snow had covered the gardens and it was nothing my mind has imagined, even dreamed of seeing—a landscape of vibrant colors. Of course, I had forgotten it was winter and I was in New York City. We walked until we reached two domes. We entered, and yes it was finally beautiful greenery waiting for us. We saw different species of Bonsai trees, walked around different climate rooms and explored the beautiful and particular flora in each, and enjoyed breathing a truly clean, scented, and purified air. But it took so long to finish with it and by the time my sister and I had visited everything, I believe my friends were leaving Brooklyn Bridge. We headed down to Brooklyn Bridge after a couple of subway stops and walking around. We walked halfway through the bridge and I wished I was riding a bicycle.
When we went back, we had no idea what to do. Dinner was scheduled at 9pm and it was maybe 5 to 6pm.
I was so hungry so we stopped by Shake Shack and that was it, the only time I have tried it in the US. I took a chance and ordered the smoke shack to change from my routine order of double-patty-double cheese shack burger. Besides, I wanted to keep room for dinner. My sister and I shared fries. I was recharging my phone to be able to connect.
We went down to Williamsburg, and it was pretty far from Brooklyn bridge, not a thing that I expected—still used to little Lebanon. When we finally reached Williamsburg (after about 40 mins in the subway) it was super dark—I think my sister really hated me at that moment. We were walking the streets and I was so frustrated to have brought my sister there. No one is on the streets—not just like 5th avenue in Manhattan, tourists and lights always.
We ended finding our way near Hudson and Delaware, yet we had about more than an hour to kill before the time of our reservation.
The streets near the restaurant seemed to be kind of SoHo... We walked around the neighborhood, and luckily, there was two shops still opened past this hour, a vintage shop Amarcord and a retail boutique Babel Fair. I could finally stripp off the vintage shopping experience from my bucket list. I ended up buying a really beautiful nude pink chemise, Monet earrings, and a very retro bangle. I bought a cool fuzzy knit jacket and the cat-eye sunglasses I always have on. 







Damn Kitty (Updated)



   Alright so I've got to tell you about my grandma's cat! We have a couple of gardens for our house and as if it's a law of nature, where there is greenery there is cats. From the time I was a kid, I always see cats prowling around the house and often hiding under the cars. Recently, with my grandma living alone in her apartment, the age, and the boredom, she has started considering those cats she never thought about before. Cute new born kittens were found in our parking in December and we decided to feed them because this year's winter was colder than last year's (and the kittens were too cute to be denied anyway). They disappeared for a while and then came back when they grew up after a couple of months. We found out that my grandma has picked one favorite and has been feeding it every day with the same food she eats herself every day. And believe me it’s not always Picon cheese spread, but this kitty has the luxury to eat sometimes the leftovers of fish, chicken, and prawn meals. Now, it ended up developing fine taste buds and she would sometimes refuse my grandma’s food if it’s not to her liking. Of course, my grandma does not want to admit that she cares for the kitty—she always nags about it but she’s in fact madly in love with this small black and white creature with a mustache à la Charlie Chaplin.
Now the kitty is mature enough to go on adventures on her own. Once she left for a couple of days, my grandma got depressed for a week, she started imagining all the case scenarios possible for how she did not make her way back “home”—maybe a car ran over the kitty or it got lost somewhere.

Update: 
My grandma had let the door open for the kitty to come and enjoy her meal of the afternoon. After she was done, the kitty sneaked inside the house and stayed there. My grandma lost it and it wasn't until the next morning that she finds her out in her closet. The kitty had given birth to three kittens over the night! Imagine the face my grandma pulled when she saw them all four in her closet!

   In order to manage between the little cold and the burning sunrays, I wore a Tshirt and a checked shirt with a woolen cardigan tiedon my waist, just in case for the night, as I was expecting it to get colder during the day after the sun sets.
I was wearing an H&M t-shirt and Cardigan, Isabel Marant red waxed leather pants, The Vintage Twin checked sweater, my Prada denim slip-on sneakers, and my Fendi tote that I’m holding again.









Monday, April 6, 2015

Easter 2015






Easter was much anticipated this year because of the stricter fast I decided to go for. For the first time in my entire life, I abstained on meat during all 40 days of lent. I usually ate meat except for Wednesdays and Fridays during the fast. But I could drink milk and eat fish and eggs. Sadly enough, I did not make the most out of my sushi meal potential but went for sushi only twice during that period.
 This year, I also fasted on French Fries and ketchup, which have become easier to abstain from following the past two years' ritual. I don't know how easy it sounds but it meant no burgers, no Pizza, no junk or heavy food for some time. It's okay because I have actually lost weight again after NYC, to the point where some pants are being less filled in. To tell by how much I have lost weight is difficult. I haven't checked exactly on the balance because I think that numbers are not important and people's morphology and bones are way different to be able to compare; it's all about feeling good with your body and being comfortable in your clothes. I am very satisfied with this surprising result from the lent and I haven't actually thought about this possible result to take my decision! 
After going to church, my family and I  went to Phoenicia Intercontinental Hotel for the richest and most wonderfully diverse lunch buffet ever. There was everyhing from Lebanese food to Sushi and Spanish Paella and Pasta and Indian food and just really anything. There was too many salads to count and huge hot platters (I have tried them all). The dessert was also a buffet and there was ice cream and Lebanese sweets besides all the pastries. My stockings were ckoking me and I felt pregnant from all the food I ate. 
But well, this is kind of scary, I am not actually going to eat like that every day. In fact, I decided to cut down on meat and the love of my life, french fries. 
We then went for a walk and a Pinkberry at Zeytuna Bay (ran into lots of friends from college); the weather was amazing, the sun was shining with a cool breeze. 

I was wearing a blue pastel guipure dress from BCBG Max Azria (SS15 collection), Sandro nude perfecto leather jacket, Mac Jacobs pink nude bag, and Repetto flats. 





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Here I'm wearing Tory Burch pearl earrings and Swarovski necklace.