Body Electric

Even a casual outfit can be charged with electricity.

It may come as a shock to you, but as a child I absolutely loathed the zap of static electricity. The source of this unfortunate encounter was often in the family van, a huge brown Toyota Hiace.

That trusty van held many memories. It was our main mode of transport for family outings, whether it was a trip to the mall, out to dinner, or grocery shopping in Chinatown. I took naps in that van. My siblings and I consumed many a Wendy’s bacon cheeseburgers in that van. There was something about the fuzzy interior of that van that charged up the electrons in my body – I am positive of that. As a result, static shock ensued when one reached for the sliding door handle. That is one memory I do not miss at all. As ugly as that van was, it was stolen twice. When the unknown scoundrels ended their joy rides, they left the van abandoned and intact on the other side of town, newly minted cigarette burns and all.

My mom often boasted of the van’s amazing turn radius, but unfortunately, we got rid of it before I was old enough for drivers ed. It was replaced by a much cooler sedan. Vans get a bad rap thanks to soccer moms, and I’m sure I’ll opt out of one even when I start a family. If I’m gonna have a van, make that a pair on my feet.

Lately I’ve got my Vans on but they look like sneakers. Perhaps it’s my preference for comfort, my casual work environment, or just general style slacking, but I’ve gradually been trading my pumps in for lower heels, flats and – gasp – sneakers! No chiffon blouse here – just an urban tee that I simply cannot be neutral to since it is positively electrifying. Hardy materials of faux leather, denim, and canvas coupled with a dark color palette means I’m ready to head into the city in search for an electric street hole cover. Or better yet, make that a manhole cover. That’s where they keep men, right?

Fashionista, blogger, writer, doodler extraordinaire –  I’m proud of my body of work. Perhaps I should add light weight lifter and yogi to the list. After all, that’s what keeps my body electric.

Urban Outfitters jacket (similar) / City of Oakland Electric tee / Silence & Noise jeans (similar) / Vans Lo Pro Camo / Baggu canvas tote / seatbelt belt (similar)

Press Play

Please be kind, rewind.

Hey all you youngins, before there was iheartradio or Pandora, there was the actual radio. My early teen years were spent by the radio dial, switching between the all the popular stations. When the DJ played my favorite song, it was time to press play+record. Behold the art of the mix tape.

Nowadays cassette tapes are obsolete, but they continue to live on in my heart and in my closet. I scored this very cool tee shirt a while back from a local artist that features a screen print of her tape collection. I admit I don’t know all the names of the artists and album names scribbled on some of the cassettes, so I guess I’m a bit of a youngin myself.

The tee shirt deserved some edgy elements, so I found an excuse to wear my seatbelt belt; it is quite the conversation starter for obvious reasons. I juxtaposed the casual tee shirt with a dainty lace inset vintage cardigan and a pair of cutout heels to match.

Life is like a cassette player: if you fast forward you’ll miss the scenery, but don’t rewind and dwell on the past. Remember to pause, stop, and just press play. You better check yo self before you eject yo self.


vintage cardigan (similar cardigan) / cassette tee (similar tee) / Jeffrey Campbell heels (similar heels) / seatbelt belt / vintage Dooney & Bourke purse (similar purse)