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Monday, October 13, 2014

Hyde: How Yoga Defines Experience.

Most of us pride ourselves on eating organically and doing our best to stay away from harmful pesticides, pollutants, and processed pests. We are well aware (or at least, slightly informed) of the very un-cool effects these toxic P-words have on our bodies and on our earth. Contaminated water, harmful air to our lungs, hair on our chests, man-boobs, third-eyes all around - in a very not so yogi sense - terrifying!

So, we hit up our neighborhood's farmers market on the regular, sub-in organic raw nut milks when ordering our morning lattes, and use natural cleaning products generously around the house.

Sometimes however, we forget that what we put on the outside of our body is just as important as what we put in it. Why bother foregoing deliciously modified and artificially sweetened candy if you're just going to drape yourself in unsustainably manufactured cotton processed with chemicals? 

Priorities, dear reader, priorities.

This is especially important to consider if you're sweating and breathing more than the typical stationary human being. Such as, you're going for a run along the beach or down dogging it in a hot yoga class. 

For the sake of this one-sided conversation, let's say for instance, you're doing the latter. You're sweating and twisting and detoxifying and you just want to get your hot and sweaty chaturanga game on in a healthy, natural fashion.

Strip yourself from those toxic and artificially altered yoga pants right now.

I've found yoga clothes as organic and as vibrant as your custom juice blend from Whole Foods...take a sip from Hydehow yoga defines experience.

Hyde yoga apparel was created fifteen years ago with a commitment to providing versatile clothing of a high organic quality, affordable pieces that are designed with the thoughtful yoga practice in mind, and a true dedication to a sustainable living.

Quick little story from Hyde on why they chose organic here: Why Organic?

I love Hyde and how their clothes honor the body, respecting it by offering only products of the purest form. Not to mention, Hyde offers some pretty incredible colors if having the most colorful yoga pants in the room is a thing for you...I know it is for me.

Here's what's organically juicing from Hyde now...

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

5 Boyfriends I, As A Vegan, Could Do Without.

Yesterday, my mom, sister and I were eating lunch at Nordies (so 1996 of us, I know, we love it) and I think I found my future dinner table partner for life. A table runner named Andy. He was adorable and wore thick framed glasses and totally understood why I didn't want a sour cream drizzle and cheddar cheese garnish on my vegan black bean soup.

He topped off my black coffee and didn't ask if I wanted any cream, and at the end of our meal he brought a tray with two chocolate mint sticks and a mini box of organic raisins for me, so I wouldn't feel left out if I "wanted a little something sweet." I'm pretty sure my resting b*tch face was blushing.

It was love, and it took me a hell of a long time to find it.

Being vegan is the ultimate c*ckblock in the dating world.

Seriously, you're better off saying you have the herp than spreading the word that you don't eat the chewy meats and cheeses.

I've had so many boyfriends that have totally sucked at accepting the fact that I choose to eat vegan. I literally could write an epic novel devoted to each and every one of them. Sure, it wasn't their total hypocritical ignorance to kale and quinoa that persuaded me to giving them the ax, but it certainly was straw that broke the poor herbivore's back.

And let me preface this with the fact that I am the most unobtrusive vegan to walk the planet. I'll totally eat a bite of your Persian mother's carnivorous cooking, I genuinely love your head to toe leather look, and I'm so down with really sugary frosting off grocery store bought birthday long as we're being celebratory, it's a bunch of artificial sh*t anyway.

But, some of you really pissed me off...

1. There was Ryan. Ryan was a people pleaser.

He would ask me out days in advance and spend hours Yelping the crunchiest vegan restaurants in the city. He would only take me out to restaurants that had hemp décor and served raw macrobiotic bowls with unheard of organic ingredients. I would tell Ryan over and over again that we could go to normal places, places where I could actually wear my leather Givenchy boots to without getting PETA prosecuted, order a salad with three simple ingredients, and drink half my weight in wine, but he wouldn't hear of it. After two months of dining out in granola hubs that smelled like feet (I'm sure it was the tahini) and failing to get drunk off of liters of kombucha because none of the veggie dens had an actual liquor license, I ended things with Ryan.

May he R.I.P.

2. Then there was Andrew. Andrew was a full of sh*t human being.

We would go out to really amazing restaurants and every time he opened up a menu he would praise himself on how great of a vegan he was 90% of the time and that he "hadn't eaten red meat in years." He said that I made him a healthy human being. I would tell him supportively, "babe, I'm so proud of you," as I rolled my eyes and downed my gin in preparation for what I knew was coming next. Andrew would make a huge fuss over there being no vegan options at Mastro's, spend ten minutes trying to create something elaborate while lecturing the poor waitress at her inability to write fast enough, and then he would order a steak. With the brown butter glaze. When it came time for the plates to be cleared, Andrew would literally hold up his hand like a total prick and say, "not finished."  He would then take his finger, drag it across the plate, and lick off the last of the butter that had collected on his plate. Andrew was under 30, super hot and was the CEO of not one, but a handful of Forture 500 corporations and I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt so badly and pretend he was just mentally ill, but I couldn't hang.

May he R.I.P.

3. Then, there was Bill. Bill was too lazy to google what being vegan was.

Every time we would go out he would want to share these retarded animal-based dishes. Cheese boards, seafood platters, pulled pork sliders, you name it. Bill was hilarious and a riot to hang out with, so I was always super agreeable and accommodating, tactfully dodging around the weird things he would want to get and drinking very heavily. I told him time and time again that I was in fact a vegan, but that he could get whatever he wanted. Knock your carnivorous socks off, Bill. At Taco Tuesday he would go, "hm, you're vegan, what to get, what to about we start off with the queso dip!" or one time at brunch, "this place has the best eggs benedict! I know you're vegan, so you can order it with poached salmon instead of canadian bacon!" - like wtf, Bill. One morning he made me scrambled eggs and chicken sausage. I drank my black coffee standing up and left.

May he R.I.P.

4. Then, there was Kevin. Kevin wanted a project.

Sure, I was hard to get and a mystery in the beginning, I could tell off the bat that Kevin loved a challenge. But, what really hooked Kevin was the fact that I didn't eat animal products and he believed that he was the one person set out on this earth to change me. What silly Kevin didn't know, is that all he needed to do is slip a Maple Bacon Bar by Chuao in front of me with a bottle of champagne, and my vegan roots would crumble to the ground right then and there. I have my weak moments, shoot me. Anyway, every time we went out, Kevin would order a delicious looking burger or creamy lobster mac and cheese and prompt me by saying, with one eyebrow raised, "come on honey, one bite." Barf. Everyone knows a vegan is like a cat. The vegan will come to you, you do not come to it. One evening, Kevin came after me saying "just one bite, you know you want to." I clawed him.

May he R.I.P.

5. Then, there was John. John was very philosophical.

In the beginning, John was way too into learning about being vegan. He wanted to read my books, he wanted to watch Netflix documentaries with me, he wanted to pick my garden of a brain to a barren dirt patch for information about being vegan. I thought it was sweet at first, he was so oddly interested, but it didn't freaking end. The "well, what do you eat?" and "why are you vegan?" questions came up during each meal and every other pre-yoga snack. A quick little FYI to those who may not be aware: We hate explaining to people why we're vegan, just as much as you hate hearing it, if not more. That being said, I dumped John with no explanation.

May he R.I.P.

*All names have been changed in order to protect the ex-boyfriends who deserve a smelly soy cheese slapping and overcooked tofurkey beating. Lastly, if you are a boy and are entertaining the idea of a vegan girlfriend, a word of advice: just let her freaking be, she will survive.

Monday, October 6, 2014

Indian Summer Forecast; Beso de Sal.

A la chalaca, Morena, La bikini, Colorada, Leche de tigre, Tres Bahías, Catita, yes please.

I'm ordering off of an indulgent Peruvian menu, and no, while a super-hot mix of colors and flavors is present, nothing is edible...for the mouth, at least.

Beso de Sal is a sexy little swimwear line designed and directed by the exotically creative Maria Jose. Her designs are produced in rarity, offering the highest quality and upmost exclusivity. Inspired by the rich cultures found throughout Peru, Maria Jose, with the help of her talented in-house team, create uniquely exotic swimwear pieces that flatter the silhouette and offer some serious Peruvian bikini candy.

Check out these designs...

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Hipster Donut Hubs; Cool Places To Get Donuts Even Before Instagram Fame.

I don't know about you, but I think donuts are kind of ridiculously amazing.

When my sisters and I were really little, every Sunday morning my Dad would bring home a great big box of donuts for us. We would watch cartoons with crumbs, sprinkles and pink frosting all over our faces. Actually, I'm just speaking for myself. Laura would be face first in a chocolate bar, and Lindsay would have licked all of the maple frosting off of not just hers, but all of the other maple donuts in the box. We were such charming children.

So, today, in celebration of my Dad's 60th birthday, we decided to blindfold him and take him to Peterson's Donut Corner, the place where my sisters and my love for donuts all began. We got a box of our signature donuts (the box included a pink frosting donut with rainbow sprinkles, a giant maple buttermilk that needed two hands to hold, two fresh out of the oven twists, and a glazed cinnamon roll like you've never seen before) and sat down on the picnic style benches on the corner of the shop to eat. 

While we were intently inducing sugar to the bloodstream, I looked up and realized Peterson's was poppin' - there were literally never less than 8 people in line. Boxes were flying out the shop left and right. This was a genuine hot spot for America's most favorite treat.

I got to thinking about how long this donut shop had been cool...and it had been cool long before Instagram was even a thing. I mean, I had been going here before I even had a cell phone. I suppose you could call Peterson's somewhat of a hipster among the donut world.

Now, we have vegan doughnuts and innovative siracha-spiced powdered sugar, pork rind "fusion" doughnuts, and everything in between. Don't get me wrong, Portland's Voodoo Doughnut and The Donut Pub in Manhattan's Chelsea are literally unbeatable. However, there are some absolutely amazing hole in the walls that have kept their game at a top notch level before the social media craze and deserve some serious recognition. 

Check out these hipsters of the donut world, who were cool even before the donut comeback...

Location: Cardiff by the Sea
Recognition: Blueberry Buttermilk

Location: Chicago
Recognition: Apple Fritter

Location: Honolulu
Recognition: Malasadas

Location: Los Angeles
Recognition: Sugar Raised

Location: San Francisco
Recognition: Maple Bacon Apple

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Plaid Flannel; How To Not Look Like A Start Up.

I'm obsessed with flannel. It's casually understated, ruggedly edgy, and so ridiculously comfy, I consider it as the top half of your body's equivalent to yoga pants. When Fall comes around, I seriously want to cozy up with flannel and produce little flannel wearing lumberjack babies, I love it so much.

However, there seems to be this ego-set time and place for flannel, and I object.

This morning, I got out of bed and dragged myself to Starbucks. Halfway through my soy latte, on my way to the office, I realized my oversized flannel and messy pony made me look like a total start up. Seriously, all I needed to complete my look was a pair of clear-lensed Oliver Peoples and maybe an iPad mini to shove in my front pocket. Hot look, I know. We are all fully aware that I'm totally into "start up" hipster boyfriends.

But, I knew my corporate Armani wearing father and boss would not approve...

I found a leather bomber in the backseat of my car, cinched the bottom of my flannel with a hidden bobby pin contraption, and threw a pair of burgundy Alexander Wang wedges onto my bare feet.

When I walked into the office I found the boss in his office reading the New York Times and drinking his favorite Dunkin Donuts K-Cup coffee out of his old FBI mug.

"Good call on the outfit makeover," I thought, as I snuck into my office.

As you see, flannel, there's a time and a place for you.

Especially if you insist on being a really hideous color-blind scheme, 5 sizes too large, and paired with black distressed skinny jeans.

If you find yourself in a love affair with your flannel throughout the Fall season, to the rustling of the golden leaves (or palm trees) and the sweet scent of PSLs wafting through the air, here are a few options to save yourself from looking like a start up.

Check it...

1. Find flannel that doesn't look totally dorky tucked in. This is easiest to pull off looking sleek with a plaid "flannel" look rather than full on heavy flannel fabric. I wouldn't recommend pairing with distressed denim, but this greyscale plaid shirt by Current/Elliot is pretty amazing with its vegan (aka artificially faux) leather accents.

2. With it being Fall and all, the forecast is inching closer and closer to being sweater weather. Opt for a cropped plaid sweater to pair over a crisp button down and skinnies. I love the neutrally drab color scheme of this sweater by Rag & Bone. It's the weirdest thing but often times the uglier the color, the better one's complexion look. Equate that into the law of attraction.

3. Dress it up, literally. I think I would hate this dress so much if it wasn't 3.1, but for the sake of Phillip Lim, amen. The high neckline is office appropriate, and the angled hem adds edge. It's not your typical cozy flannel, but if you're flat-chested like me, you probably don't have to wear a bra...and that's pretty damn flannel comfort-friendly.

4. Channeling your flannel to your outwear is a great way to incorporate plaid in a tailored form. I'm really lusting after this plaid paneled, leather-trimmed coat by M.Patmos. It's chic and the hem hits at an amazing length. This coat is light weight and has slender sleeves, no worries about turning into a square here. 

3. There's nothing "start up" about a pair of Manolos.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Alo Yoga; Inspired by Yogi Goddesses.

"An LA-based yoga activewear brand tested on real yogis for the best,
most slimming, move with you fit."

Alo Yoga is the real deal when it comes to yoga wear.

I'm a firm believer in yoga being done any time, any place - morning, night, on the mat, off the mat.

For most yogis, practicing yoga is a lifestyle, not an "activity" that you bust out every Thursday at 5:30 pm (although you quite possibly, may downward doggin' it at that time). The coolest thing about Alo Yoga is that the company totally gets itAlo Yoga is 100% focused on you, the yogi. You're its drishti, so to speak.

Check it, in their own words:

Everything we do at Alo Yoga is inspired by life in the fashion and healthy-lifestyle mecca Los Angeles, California, where we're based. Our high-performance line exceeds the standards of L.A.'s most committed yogis who demand maximum quality, innovative fabrics and on-trend styling. Each and every garment is created by a design team of yoga enthusiasts - and tested and retest on real yogis - to ensure the best, most slimming, move-with you fit that will elevate your every asana. Namaste.

Namaste is right.

I can't express enough how excited I am to have found a line of yoga activewear that has form and fit inspired by the ones who wear it. Each piece has purpose and style and is so ridiculously functional that it makes even the hardest poses look entirely possible.

Take a look at these yogis inspiring the line, I know they're inspiring me...

"There is a universal, intelligent, life force that exists within everyone and everything. 
It resides within each one of us as a deep wisdom, an inner knowing. 
We can access this wonderful source of knowledge and wisdom through our intuition, 
an inner sense that tells us what feels right and true for us at any given moment." 

- Shakti Gawain

Monday, September 15, 2014

The Dating Shoe Game.

This past Saturday, my girlfriend and I went out for dinner and drinks at Cucina Enoteca, our favorite Del Mar hot stop where the drinks are strong and the food is 110% worth the calories. We started off with two martinis, she was sipping on the New Hollywood and I was just holding back from downing the Del Mar Debutante, it was that good. Another round please, and it was time to play our game.

The game is called The Dating Shoe Game.

How to play: Simply pick your target daters, analyze their date (slyly, please), come to a conclusion, and double check your final answer with the shoes that the girl is wearing.

Often times, you can tell exactly what date the couple is on just by looking at the girl's shoes. The first parts of the game are just for sh*ts and giggles.

Don't believe me?

Check it...

1. She's wearing a pair of classic Saint Laurents that she's had since they were still YSLs. They're sophisticated, yet fun, and totally safe. That is, until she realizes that the guy "her friend" (aka Tinder) set her up with is shorter than she anticipated...

The Date: She's on a blind date.

2. Badass choice rocking a pair of Isabel Marants, current collection. They're casually edgy while maintaining a great statement. The guy she's with? Oh, he's "just a friend." They always order a bottle of wine when the go out.

The Date: She wants to be more than friends.

3. They're high, they're strappy...these Giuseppe Zanottis are no joke. Paired with a leather bomber jacket and silk cropped trousers, these shoes are clearly showing off. She's definitely seeking approval by wearing a matching Tom Ford matte lip colour...but wait, no push up bra?

The Date: She's with her gay best friend.

4. Sexy and dependable. This pair by Gianvito Rossi is equivalent to a worn in Balenciaga bag in a neutral color. Stylish of course, yet scuff marks may be present. Not calling him used designer goods by any means, but...

The Date: She's with her boyfriend.

5. Spikes and animal print? These are called the not believer "pump" - anyone wild enough to opt for the patent spikes and/or leopard print would demand a heel no shorter than 5" and wouldn't be caught dead in a kitten heel. Meow.

The Date: He's cheating on her, and she may or may not know it.

6. These lovely loubs mean one thing, hot hostility. They're cutting edge and stomp on every other betches' shoe in sight. An aggressive pair of seasonal Louboutins mean one thing...retaliation.

The Date: She's with her ex, he still doesn't know he bought her these shoes.

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