Brick House

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Shirt: Maison Scotch. Dress: Xhiliration (again here). Boots: Rag & Bone. Bag: Rebecca Minkoff. Jewelry: Marc by Marc Jacobs. Lips: bareMinerals Moxie in Amped.

What’s that, you say? You now have a fabulous song stuck in your head and are never going to forgive me? Well, I do apologize (but clearly not enough, since I’m keeping this post title as is).

If you’re ever in San Francisco, I highly recommend walking up and down Jackson and Pacific in Pacific Heights. So many different parts of San Francisco call to me, but there’s just something about that stretch that makes me so happy. The houses are gorgeous, like this brick baby in our photos, and the view of the bay from Jackson and Broadway is a sight to behold. Whenever I’m getting caught up in something silly, all it takes is that view to bring me back to center.

I’ve worn this checked shirt six ways from Sunday (don’t believe me? go here and here), but I had yet to layer it under a dress. Now I think I’m hooked. I hate wearing jackets over dresses with lovely details, which is why most of my clothing is 3/4-sleeved. Layering a punchy shirt under is simply the perfect solution. Why didn’t I think of this before? That’s right- I used to associate layers button-downs with the preppy horror that was 90’s teen movies. Time for a new direction.

Photography by Pete Hopkins.

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Off-Duty Blazer

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Blazer: vintage Pendleton (thrifted), Shirt: Maison Scotch (similar here), Shorts: French Connection, Boots: Steve Madden

Um, guys? I just bought my first black blazer. At 27. I know- WHAT?

I’ve always hated workwear. Towards the beginning of grad school, I had an awful day when I went to Gap and bought two pairs of slacks (yes, I’d even call them “slacks” instead of “trousers” or “pants”), two button-down blouses, and a grey blazer. I was 21 at the time and about to see my first client, and I had to do something to make myself seem remotely professional and competent.  And by that I mean older. True, having a professional job means looking professional, but I was so miserable. I felt like I was playing dress-up, pretending to be someone else instead of being confident in myself.

As soon as I graduated and moved on to private practice, I started wearing a uniform of skinny black pants, brown boots, and a tunic-length sweater. Sound familiar? Anyway, I felt much more me, and that made all the difference. Since grad school, I’ve been trying to get over my aversion to traditional workwear. I’ve always wanted to do the “off duty blazer” thing but just couldn’t find the right one.

And then fate smiled upon me, and I found this baby at a thrift store when visiting Allyson in Napa. It was at the end of a sale rack, sandwiched between two poly-blend Christmas sweaters that would make even the most ironic hipster cry. It may be from the 80’s, and it may have been hanging unused in someone’s closet for 20 years, but it feels like it was made for me. Oh, and it cost $9. Who knew?

To make it feel less blazer-y, I paired it with my favorite thin checked shirt and my trusty (what, you say worn too often? Never!) leather shorts. The end outfit felt very me, if slightly less rumpled. Blazer for the win!

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If Edgar Allan Poe Were a Cowboy…


Fortunately I’m talking about the bar, not my outfit (although hey, never say never). Bloodhound in SOMA is the kind of bar where the drinks are strong, the mason jars are full, and the crows than hang from the ceiling are only slightly creepy. Basically, it’s the kind of place where a girl feels comfortable tying up the tails of her flannel shirt and watching the world go by.

For the first year of San Francisco life, I was a bit intimidated by SOMA. No, if I’m being honest, I straight-up avoided it like I avoid steakhouses and the annual tarantula festival down the coast. The flat storefronts and industrial feel reminded me of Gotham City- the version before Batman did his thing. After a year of total avoidance, I’ve admitted that if there’s a fashion show happening or awesome new dance club opening, it’s probably in SOMA.

SOMA feels different than any other part of San Francisco, but that’s what keeps it unique. It’s one of the fastest-growing areas of San Francisco and teems with a sense of change. There’s a life and a vibrancy to the neighborhood that feels like it’s on a different frequency than the rest of the city. It’s a little unfamiliar, it’s a little alienating, but hopping on the bus and getting out in SOMA feels like I somehow landed in an entirely different city.

SOMA and I may have had an awkward first date, but sometimes the best relationships get off to a bumpy start.





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