No Caking Serum Foundation

I discovered this magic in a bottle recently. Perricone MD has made a lightweight serum with SPF 30 that competes with even the best BB Creams. I used Korean BB Creams for a few years. Initially, they feel and cover great with higher SPFs, but I would find them to ultimately cake. I hate caking, especially after hours upon hours working on my feet in an encapsulated bubble through multiple time zones. I would land looking beat and CAKED. I have oily skin, which doesn’t help with the caking as well. However, I tried this on my mother who has aging and dry skin. It looked and stayed the same on me and her after many hours. This product never settled in fine lines or wrinkles. Applied alone, even through sweat, it has a mattifying effect so it won’t make you look shiny. I finish this with my Shiseido Sun Protection Compact to weather through any heat, humidity, and sun’s rays. Although Perricone’s serum does not have many colors, if you finish with a powder color close to your skintone, it will absorb that resulting in a more uniform consistency.

Traveling tip: If you are on the go, don’t use the serum dropper. Keep it closed with the original cap. The serum dropper creates a lot of air, thus spillage of this precious concoction!

Beauty: A fascinating discovery



BB and CC things annoy me just because I’ve been the one reporting on Blemish Balms from Germany from years ago. See, However, this Amazonian clay from Tarte might be the thing that is turning my head. I travel too much and find that fussy spreading of anything takes too much time. This matte stick instantaneously covers so much of skin’s blunders that many find it can be worn alone without foundation. But please, always remember face sunscreen before anything.

Drugstore Find: L’oreal’s Infallible Liquid Liner

Infallible® The Super Slim

This pigment-rich liquid eyeliner can go from barely noticeable sharp lines to super thick cat-eyes in an instant with impeccable precision. The no fuss 0.4mm felt pen acts like an extra, Extra Fine Point Sharpie to create any look easily, even for the cosmetically-challenged. Compared to Sephora’s awkward Doe Eyed felt eyeliner that performs like a Crayola marker almost out of ink, at about the same face value of nine buckaroos, Loreal’s foolproof, long-lasting formula trumps all other competitors.

FOTS 2013

FOTS 2013 travellishion

FOTS 2013 travellishion


FOTS 2013 travellishion

Since 2004, Y’Anad Burrell has been producing, curating, and continuing the longest and largest running yearly fashion show in the Bay Area. Unlike SF Fashion Week that has been quite unpredictable, Fashion on the Square, a.k.a. FOTS, has dedicated its presence in the industry to remind the world that San Francisco should not be forgotten on the fashion map. Burrell incorporates her passion for charity work and eye for talent within the community to give not only the up-and-comers a chance, but to also showcase veteran designers’ work through FOTS.

FOTS 2013 designer line-up consisted of:

b michael AMERICA (NYC)


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Proudly made in USA, B Michael presented a 60’s inspired line of sheath dresses in brocade or metallic threading with standing boat neck collars, mini jackets, and 3/4 sleeves.

Roc Rio


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Based in San Francisco, Roc Rio wooed the crowd with ripped eye-candy. The looks were casual, raw and unorthodoxed reminiscent of scenes from a movie like Mad Max, but sans all of the dark leather.

Sean John


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Styled by Burrell herself, Sean John’s line was a bit preppy, a bit colorful, and all around casually cool. These looks should be the staple for weekend menswear, or daily menswear for that matter!

Fresh Faces of FOTS: Student Designers:

Ali Thornton of CCSF


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Thornton premiered her exposed cage dress with floral adornments and Chiquita-esque headdress which deemed for craftsmanship and theatrics for a dramatic entrance for a student designer.

Cindy Quach of AAU


FOTS 2013 travellishion

Quach was awarded a special internship from Project Runway’s Elena Slivnyak with her futuristic metallic and brocade open-back dresses.

Daisy Dickerson of College of Alameda


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Dickerson showcased interesting lantern sleeves for her inaugural launch with a centered birdcage fascinator!

Tasa Gleason of College of Alameda


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Gleason’s take on the essentials of flourishing life gave the onlookers perspective that fashion also thrives from beyond the roots of nature.

Lauren Barisic


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So Barisic kind of played the teacher’s pet, i.e. convincing the producer (Burrell) to allow her to showcase not one, but nine of her designs. Basically, Barisic presented a complete collection as a student. She opened with a cute white-furred pooch so fitting of the tartan/plaid image. 1930’s menswear was reinvented. Her combination of black-and-red plaid and leopard print could be the next neutral. Her velvet leggings are a must for this fall and winter.

As the finale, a retrospective and relaunch of fifteen year’s work of SF’s industry leader in design: Colleen Quen


FOTS 2013 travellishion


FOTS 2013 travellishion


FOTS 2013 travellishion


FOTS 2013 travellishion


FOTS 2013 travellishion


FOTS 2013 travellishion

Quen known to be “inspired by nature,” is undoubtedly influenced by culture and architecture exquisitely represented through her artistry and ingenuity. Just as she is known to overcome fabrics’ gravity in her favor, she is relentlessly winning her battle with breast cancer. Congratulations to fifteen years of your work, and certainly, congratulations to your healthy recovery.

FOTS 2013 was held on August 18th at the Intercontinental Hotel in San Francisco.

Airport Style: PDX


Like I said before, how can animal prints be given the boot? It is effortless, yet chic, and it gives a great platform to build upon. In transit, I spotted this adorable young lady through my uncannily freakish peripheral vision. Constantly thinking about travel, style, and comfort, she nailed it. Although everything she had on was of a slim silhouette, she was ready for a flight, meeting family, and going out with friends in the same day if she wanted to! Her pink, buttoned-up blouse underneath that leopard-print jacket was perfection for any occasion.

Style: NYC


I think I heard or read somewhere recently that Kelly Osbourne declared that animal prints would be out for 2013. I respect her sensibilities in fashion, but I would have to disagree with her this time. Animal prints are classic! They are as iconic and timeless as pearls or a LBD. Dolce & Gabbana almost base their existence to their odes to the leopard print. It is their signature, season after season, year after year, popping up as minimally or as fantastically in their collections as was the signature “Valentino Red” of signore Garavani’s when he was in house. Animal prints have been consistently associated with royalty, luxury, and fashion. So how could animal prints ever be given the boot?

Excuse me, I digressed a bit too far. My initial point of this post was to articulate how animal prints are much more fun when pairing them with colors other than the usual, black, beige, or even red. Animal prints can actually be deemed a neutral background or a punch of pizzazz just as certain ingredients in food can be the main star or just an undertone of a dish. Animal prints can be paired easily with a variety of colors, and this young lady I encountered at the Uniqlo in SOHO gives us a great example. The uniquely colored ink-blue, furry hat complements and creates interest to the tone of her leopard print coat.

Lifestyle: Philadelphia

I forgot which foodie show I was watching when they proclaimed Philadelphia to be one of the revered cities to seek luxury. I am not quite so sure about luxury related to today’s standards, but this underrated city certainly became my favorite city outside of my beloved coastal cities. I easily fall in love with international cities because of their uniqueness, but with US cities, I usually find myself bored with the run-of-the-mill surroundings and conservative American food.

However, Philly brings the exuberant ideals of the “American Dream” to the forefront for any traveler to experience. Just the embedded history as the nation’s originating capital should bring in tourists even from its own backyard. Add to that, the charm of the well-preserved architecture, the culturally diversified abundance of really good food, friendly locals, and, get this, no sales tax on sartorial needs which should make this city the ultimate destination to explore within the parameters of the contiguous United States.

Alright, I will admit that although I love to glorify the fuzzy feelings of cities I have frequented, what is most important to me is the memorable food. You can take photos of everything that is stagnant and have hazy recollections whilst viewing them, but nothing spikes the memory than food which lingers in your taste buds light-years after that initial visit.

My first stop in my month-long, recurring layovers to Philadelphia was the Monk’s Cafe. With all Belgian watering holes, what is a must with the famed bier is its mussels in varying broths and chips.

The Reading Terminal Market boasts almost everything under the sun. If I had more time, I would have visited here every single day, just to taste all of its vendors. A big part of this market was the far left side of the building dominated by the Pennsylvania Dutch, a.k.a Amish. At the mercy of the Amish were puffy and sweet baked goods, quintessential breakfast foods mostly consisting of scrapple and creamed chicken and waffles, and cheese galore. What is scrapple, you ask? I never knew until I tried it. The name is quite synonymous to what it sounds to be. It is scraps of some sort of meat; specifically pork (by the snouts, tails, hooves, hearts, lips, ears, assholes, eyeballs, livers, spleens, and tongues) combined with cornmeal and spices cooked to a mush. WTF did I just eat? I must love Philly that much to stomach such an atrocity. Aside from my astonishing discovery, there was freshly made Indian, Thai, Southern, cookies, honey, you-name-it-you-got-it food.


During my last layover to this extraordinarily underestimated city, I incessantly announced to my crew that I craved raw oysters. My coworker was surely ambivalent as she was uncomfortable with the notion of raw shellfish especially from a non-oceanic city. Well, whatever. At least I purposefully avoided the “case of the Monday’s” associated with restaurateurs’ Chef’s Specials for week-old, land-grazing meats, and especially flesh from the sea. Surprisingly, I found that Philadelphia had the most fresh and plentiful seafood from God knows where? That Reading Terminal Market I mentioned before also had seriously crazy seafood. There were Amazonian-sized shrimp, glorious fish seemingly from around the world, and famed lobster and crab from Maine. I had my fix of oysters from the Oyster House near Rittenhouse Square. It was a buck per oyster during happy hour, so what would an oyster-fiend do? Order a dozen, just for myself. The oysters were local. I expected a murky taste as most Atlantic oysters perpetuate. However, they were neither here nor there. They were quite refreshing, yet not crisp as Pacific oysters. Interesting. I believe they were from the river. Not realizing how large American clams could grow and not knowing Americans would eat these badboys raw, I thought ordering only a half-dozen of clams would just wet the palate with itsy-bitsy clams. Gee, was I wrong. These clams were super-meaty. A bit too filling and gargantuan to me.

I did though, as my last resort to my ode to the historic Philadelphia, scarf down my last local oyster and NJ clam, and downed the inklings of the Pinot Grigio from the carafe and called it a wondrous night.

Style: In Flight

Oh, pretty, pretty Natalie! After another redundant Trans-con flight after another, I usually don’t suspect that I will lose a blog-worthy passenger in the span of a five-hour flight, but we were delayed close to four hours upon departure time and our lady captain was so gracious enough to direct our passengers to deplane the aircraft until we rectified the problem as the cabin filled with humidity and heat. I thought I lost Natalie to a later flight, but she boarded yet again as did most of our passengers. Once I saw her again, I clapped and proclaimed to my crew that she was my pretty girl in the pretty skirt.

I think everyone including our uptight purser noticed Natalie in her flowing maxi-skirt with slits paired with leggings and her sweet sleeveless blouse tucked in. It was travel perfected, beautifully.

Destination: Seoul, A Cup of Joe

Oh, a morning pick-me-up, or rather a burst of caffeine at any time of the day for me. I stopped drinking coffee a few years ago. I was never a fiend, but used it on those ominous days I thought I needed it, but realized it could never benefit my intestinal tract, let alone my uncontrollable circadian rhythm. (Black tea became my most sought after friend.)

But here is a product I just came upon, yet again, through my travels. TonyMoly has become a cosmetic company I favor because of their cutesy packaging a long with their products that really work.

This scrub contained in an adorable coffee mug package is thick and luscious like honey and warms up just like a latte to your face. After application and washing away the indulgent scent of coffee beans into a milky foam, the aftermath leaves your skin silky smooth, ready for the day, or night; whichever you prefer.

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Shop: Macau

I thought that I would never report about shopping in Macau especially with my second time in this “specially administrative region of China.” Hong Kong maybe, but not Macau. On one sunny, but chilly day in February exploring the streets of Macau, I found a noteworthy street vendor amongst the uninteresting, cheap, and knock-offish public markets set against the backdrop of  St. Peter’s ruins. In a crowded alleyway of overly pushy street vendors vying for your business, this “shop” with its quietly skilled and creative driving force caught my attention.

With my embarrassing knowledge of phrases in Mandarin, a major dialect Cantonese speakers must learn as Cantonese is secondary to mainland Mandarin, he understood that I was a “Korean person” and that I did not understand most of what he was saying so he made relatable gestures of hand-sewing the beads and crystals into his designs of purses and even shoes, and pointed out that he was famous from a Macau guidebook. The purses displayed in his humbly protected glass-casing were beyond a second take. They were more like Judith Leiber’s renowned crystal-encrusted clutches, but a bit more down-to-earth and more attainable.

This is the vintage-esque purse I purchased from him. I could almost say that it was from my grandmother, or from a prestigious auction!