cafe izmair pt II

cafe izmair pt II

i’m wearing isabel marant cropped top from tenet in southampton, severed levi’s (formerly boyfriend jeans from urban outfitters), and dvf suede pumps (clever take on the manolo blahnik bb for a fraction of the price. although the bb is still far more gorgeous), and carrying a billy reid leather iPad case (shown here as a clutch). she’s wearing j.crew pants & denim top, j.crew sandals, dannijo jewelry, and carrying celine


pho colonial

pho colonial

164 north ervay street
dallas, texas 75201

i’m wearing rag & bone leather-trimmed blazer, zara shift dress (in-stores for $69.99) and nude jimmy choo pointed pumps. carrying american apparel leather tote (close silhouette to celine cabas tote for only $99)

first male feature on DLT, but who can deny how man-chic this boy is?! forever making limoncello relevant, and the fit is incomparable. i can’t get over guys who know the value of tailoring, and i immediately want to snuggle up to them and ask who does their hemlines…

pho itself is a go-to for the downtown lunch crowd, and i often want an iv of the thai tea in my veins to get me through an afternoon. the bun is a favourite, with its light-yet-filling rice noodles beneath a monster vietnamese salad. today i found myself ordering the fried rice, which i typically opt into at restaurants which are solely rooted in thai cuisine, but when i got to the front of the uber-line of power-lunching bankers, i found myself ordering without thinking. guess my stomach overpowered my brain, and thank goodness. the fried rice rivaled that from Mint (on Oak Lawn) and topped with the house-made sirracha paste, it was over-the-top good… and i think my metabolism is still kicking it

cedars social

the Cedars Social

The Cedars Social

326 S Lamar St
Dallas, Texas 75215

she wears madewell jeans x manolo blahnik BBs x céline luggage

she drinks Texas Fizz. she eats truffle-roasted chicken.

vibe: upbeat. we parked (beside a Rolls Royce Phantom, no less) and entered the restaurant to a snazzy Sam Cooke remix. upon ordering appetizers (truffle mac & cheese… meow), our adorable waiter informs us that Ludacris was set to arrive at any moment. i was a little bit relieved to then comprehend the decadence on display in the admittedly disparate parking lot. girls in louboutins grooved with the friendly DJ (he let me spin a little bit… thank you to @AYNEofficial for the lessons in love & spinning). the evening as a whole was made even more fun by the full-scale mirrors, perfect for selfies & observing the insane shoes.

overheard : “is your brandy eggnog VERY fancy?”