Seeing the world through a sardine cam

The other day I picked up a brand new toy from the Lomography store in Hongdae. After some extended research on all their cameras (to the point where I took role as their English saleswoman during my time there), I chose the almost too cute La Sardina.

I blame Romin for reeling me into analog, but after seeing how pretty his shots were from his new Leica, I just couldn't resist. I just don't have the funds to shell out for something of that caliber.

I have my first roll of film in development at Toy Camera and I am anxiously waiting its return. Hopefully I'll have something worthwhile to share by the weekend*.

Now I should probably head to bed as its already past 5am and I'm full of tequila and I shouldn't be blogging. Margaret invited me out to join her as a VIP at Eden after a spin session on Jill and Rob's rooftop and I decided to walk the two kilometers back home in 13 centimeter heels instead of taking a taxi.

But before I nod off, here is a better shot of my French bunny-tipped nails and ring.




* Korean standard time... that means by tomorrow.

Skullfingering

While in Taiwan, I picked up some cute skull charms from a darling street dealer in Shida. In the haste of my excitement to get them on my greedy little fingers when I got home, my topcoat wasn't applied as smoothly as it should've and made these tiny air bubbles. That really got my figs!





So yesterday I started over again and, coincidentally, the little silver beads I ordered arrived too. I am hella pleased with the results.





And for those of you who requested pictures of my right nostril, you're welcome.

Amidst monsoon season

It's the first day of August here in Seoul and it begins with rain. Coming from Seattle, I don't mind getting a little wet, but when it's coupled with 99% humidity levels? Yeah, not so much. I have some weak lungs. When the air is too moist*, I just run around gasping like an asthmatic fish until I can find a fan.

But even more insulting than having to wheeze through a conversation like the wheelchair kid from Malcolm in the Middle, is that whatever I do to try to make myself look presentable goes to shit** within minutes of stepping outside my air-conditioned apartment. Hair? Fro'd. Makeup? Hot wax. Pits? Damp.

Now before I left the house, I was thoroughly impressed with my typically untameable mane and even took the time to do a fancy cat eye...



...and donned my new "rain boots" and downed half a pint before heading off to work.



Seven hours later, I meet up with Jill and, during a break in the rain, we go on a late night ramen run to 7-11 and get a proper outfit shot.



But, heavens to Betsy, if these pictures didn't gobsmack me once again with realization that I am not like the other girls here who all seem to be blessed with that sleek, shiny "Asian hair". Plus, if my face wasn't graciously blurred by parking lot lighting, you'd probably be under the impression that Danny Zuko would have gone steady with me just to rub his head on my face for the perfect Greaser 'do.

Unquashed despite my genetic setbacks, I will continue to strive to be beautiful this summer!



* Deal with it.
** I will swear occasionally. Deal with that too.