8.5.15

SEOUL: STREET PUNK

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By now, the meme generation must have been unamused at the repetitious slew of inevitable punny Seoul travel #hashtags. If Ryan Gosling's cereal vine tribute could only get more addictive and attractive by the replay button, and Kylie Jenner's filled/unfilled lips (Is it any of our smoochy little business?) are on our top debate list in the weekly countdown, would one ever pour a bucket of sorts in the form of a hat to the same circumference where Lana Del Rey floral crowns, tiaras, and Coachella head chains dominate? Are dented crowns so discriminated? Are they only for swag collectors who wear draped joggers and consume strictly the Supreme logo diet? Does the said accessory not garner enough votes to be called for more gender wearability, less stunted badass quotient, more significant retail sales index, and cropped consumption-gap on the streets? Are they not worthy?

5.5.15

SEOUL: FROM SPRING AVE, TURN RIGHT TO DENIM ZONE, YOU HAVE ARRIVED

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It was Spring at about 11 degrees in the cherry blossom tunnel. With a good streak of YOLOs and an added incentive of being freshly popped 25, I decided to make thigh popsicles. Why, Rachel? Why? For no good reason--or because fashion? For the spirit of denim, in true badgalriri fashion.

4.2.15

BANGKOK: COMMIT A SIN

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Obviously, (between Bangkok and I) I wear the pants in this relationship. If you'd leave me to describe the the city of perfected Yum Mamas and Kenya Moore "Gone With The Wind Fabulous" Siam store fronts, we have nothing but irreconcilable similarities. Unlike most of my fellow homebabes, I have with myself no formal training cruising the Sois, and so, I literally ran around exactly like how I gastronomically and economically de-flowered myself at Whole Foods last Winter.