bolsa pt II

bolsa pt II

the unzipped newbury: new york comes to dallas

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bolsa pt I

bolsa pt I

bolsa
614 west davis street
dallas, texas 75208

i’m eating the brunch burger (unrivaled… shout out fried egg and slab of bacon). i’m wearing escada sleeveless sweater from the $5 bin at uptown consignment on cole avenue (check the shop’s twitter @couturestyle for updates), rag & bone cut-off denim shorts, rag & bone beat up newbury boots in ivory suede.

let me begin by saying i just absolutely adore bolsa. from the time i decided to move to dallas and came down on an apartment hunting excursion and my roommate took me to bolsa, i have been unashamedly hooked. however, sunday was just scorching. (i even agreed not to photograph my companions as it was so sticky they were embarrassed to be pictured), and my photo was taken pre-indulgent-and-exceedingly-sweaty-brunch

that said, extreme sport conditions aside, the food remained top-tier. i better know i’m going to bolsa about a week prior so that i can begin to store some kcals in anticipation. the mere fact that people were queuing for an hour-plus in 105 degree heat (and bishop arts is sadly lacking in the whole shade/cool-waiting-space concept) to sit on a 105-degree patio speaks volumes for bolsa’s pull

the atmosphere is electric. families, chic and trendy couples, dallas’ versions of carrie, samantha, miranda, and charlotte… everyone is welcomed, and found, at bolsa, chomping on massive meals but feeling ok about doing so, given that the incredible chefs and concept people insist on locally-sourced organic ingredients. the space itself is quirky and fun, a truly unique hideout amidst its innumerable competitors

hg sply co. redux pt II

hg sply co. redux pt II

i’m wearing rag & bone cutoffs, rag & bone cotton tank, cleaver necklace at we are 1976 (henderson st, dallas), faux lizard booties at zara

she’s wearing black maxi, lucky brand wedges, giant tote bag by louis vuitton (another contribution to the L’s of dallas, along with gender-bending favourite lululemon… more on these phenomena later)

the rooftop bar proved itself a viable and valuable alternative for those, like myself, who prefer standing room and are jilted by a number of uptown bars, packed to the brim, watering hole-like spots. supposedly, as a cherry on top of the outrageously mouthwatering views of the dallas skyline, HG Sply will soon be playing host to a friendly alternative to the bourgeoise brunch spots that have dominated the dallas social market to date. long tables and lounge-y cabana-like rooms will reportedly be lined with fresh fruit juices for a make-your-own-mimosa bar, and it’s a prime area to meet, greet, mingle, and branch out of one’s comfort zone. we met a number of outlandish people, and can’t wait to go back and expand our little black books, and our tastebuds

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

dallas museum of art pt III

dallas museum of art pt III

dallas museum of art

1717 North Harwood Street
Dallas, Texas 75201

she’s wearing splendid t-shirt top, j brand mint jeans

i’m wearing rag & bone denim shorts, nike wedge dunks, michael kors watch, thursday-friday bag. (denim shirt: secondhand)

each time i revisit the dallas museum of art, i find something new to adore, to covet, and to learn. the museum itself is a haven, an escape, and a place to feel necessary and relevant. its art walks you through the decades and centuries and through the civilizations. it teaches without imposing

looking at the central african art, i was transfixed reliving my time in africa by simply looking at the amazing pieces (most notable, one Helmet Mask, or Kifnebi) that the african tribes design from a variety of natural objects. some of the headpieces were so intricate i found myself standing nose-to-glass for nearly half an hour. they contained shells, tusks, clay, beads, human hair, feathers, hemp, woven beads, and teeth. the headpieces remind me that vanity, fashion, and power have not been exempted from civilizations, now nor in the past

and although cindy sherman has departed as of 6pm this evening, i will continue to visit these halls for solace and for glimpses into the past, present, and future psychologies of society

(and don’t forget that summer is FREE!)

dallas food trucks: the butcher’s son pt I

dallas food trucks: the butcher's son pt I

the butcher’s son

Roaming
Dallas, Texas

food trucks parked outside of AT&T headquarters. i’m wearing vintage akris punto button-down, rag & bone plush twill jeans (rolled), and diane von furstenburg suede pumps. carrying an American Apparel leather tote.

talk about gourmet food trucks. roaming around the hugely popular food truck scene was a lunchtime feast for all the senses. this week, many of dallas’ food trucks parked outside of the AT&T building at 208 S Akard Street in downtown dallas. not only was it extremely entertaining to browse the somewhat eccentric offerings by a number of the gourmet food trucks, but proceeds went to assist Oklahoma families impacted by the destruction from May tornadoes. the offerings were insane! i felt like a child in Dylan’s Candy Bar: i kept dragging my friend to look at every truck until i’d assessed and realized i’d never be completely satisfied with my choice, so i simply ordered what she ordered (forgive my lack of spine on this one, but my mouth was just watering over it all– blame the indecision on my taste buds)