Gold Lamé Everyday

Zara dress, Whyred coat, Vince Camuto shoes, Ray-Ban sunglasses

When you get invited to go to London and you have a gold lamé dress and you're headed to tea at the Savoy, and you cross Big Ben...I think you know where I'm going with this. Quite possibly my favorite fashion moment ever. #goldlaméeveryday

Svelte Metals cuffs, Cartier and my own rings

A Very British Bleisure Trip

At the classic Savoy Hotel for afternoon tea

I am, admittedly, a complete Anglophile. I want to be covered in a Union Jack print suit while stomping around in white knee high boots. So when British Airways gave me the opportunity to not only head to the most genteel place on Earth but to also fly their World Traveler Plus class, I packed my favorite gold lamé dress and prepared myself to have all those Downton Abbey feels. We started the trip in the BA lounge where I had some champagne and OREO cookies to prepare for the flight. As we boarded, we were offered a glass of champagne, huge reclining seats, pillows, socks and blankets. I cuddled up with all of the things and lulled myself to sleep watching Point Break. It was the easiest flight of my life. They truly are the best at mixing business with leisure (#bleisure anyone?). 

Check out some of my adventures in London below!

*In partnership with British Airways

The infamous Savoy Foyer for tea

Everything at afternoon tea was spectacular including these epic orchids

Having gherkins while seeing the Gherkin at Duck and Waffle

Meeting up with some Beefeaters at the Tower of London

Strolling through the English park before heading home on British Airways on World Traveler Plus class. Champs anyone? 

Hair Day, Share Day

Aritizia bodysuit, Banana Republic jeans, Isharya body chain, Dior sunglasses

Every 6-8 weeks or so I get to have my hair done and unload all my annoying problems to the best hairstylist in the city at Sassoon Salon. Check out this perfect bob, bodychain, bodysuit and big jeans. All the best B's. 

*Hair by Michael Forrey at Sassoon Salon, 359 Sutter St., San Francisco, CA 94108

Don't Take My Boba

Zara jacket, Aritzia dress, Tibi booties, Ray Ban sunglasses

The other day I was at a new boba tea place excited to order my usual "Taro milk tea, no sweetness, light milk, extra ice, no boba with grass jelly, matcha pudding and fresh taro." To my utter shock instead of an Asian teeny bopper ready to take my order, I was greeted by some white hipster with a nose piercing and a fully groomed beard. After I told him my order he told me, I had to order from their menu which not only DID NOT have Taro milk tea, no sweetness, light milk, extra ice, no boba with grass jelly, matcha pudding and fresh taro, but their boba teas were mixed in with a bunch of weird things like kale salads and buratta. What??!! There was no popcorn chicken, no fish balls, no deep fried tofu dunked in that ridiculously spicy chili powder. And then I got a little scared and realized that those SF artisanal coffee people were trying to infringe on my beloved boba teas! They're trying to make artisanal boba tea! I don't want artisanal boba tea! I don't care that my taro tea comes from some weird purple powder and that those tapioca balls are unnaturally way too chewy to have normal edible stuff in them. That's the beauty of the boba tea, the grossness! SF, you've gone too far, you can coffee, you can have juices, you can have bread, and you can have ridiculous artisanal workouts, but don't take my bobas! #I'mGoingToRipYourNoseRingRightOffYourFace!!

Maison Margiela rings, Hermes and Svelte Metals bracelets