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June 3, 2015 — 23 Comments

seven year itch

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Dress: Otte; Jacket: Old Navy; Shoes: Manolo Blahnik; Clutch: Olympia Le-Tan; Sunglasses: Ray-Ban
Do I have any Seven Year Itch fans, in the house?
If you recall, the very beginning of the movie starts off with a major exodus -- NYC dwellers fleeing their hot and humid apartments for cooler temps up state or the Hamptons for the summer holiday break. Cue Marilyn Monroe, one, up until then, faithful husband and a certain, infamous white dress moment.
For the sake of this story, we can leave Marilyn out, as this has more to do with an empty New York City over this past Memorial Day Weekend. Given that I'm still getting my feet wet around these parts, I was excited to spend the long-three day weekend roaming around, what I had imagined to be a relatively quiet and less packed New York. I wasn't disappointed. 
The streets were a bit less crowded. I managed to snag tables at a few restaurants that are normally packed (hello, Mary's Fish Camp!). And the city had this gentle lull to it -- like it was sighing from the relief of a few less folks pulsing in and out of it. It's weird to think of a city as large and as bustling as New York City actually experiencing a pause button, but that's kind of what it felt like to me.
I seized the opportunity to check off a few sights from my bucket (and 30 before 30) list including, but not limited to: Finally checking out Washington and Water Streets in Dumbo (above), heading to a Yankees game, grabbing cocktails at The Jane Hotel's rooftop bar and experiencing a little white dress moment over a subway grate (only kinda kidding for that last one). 
How was your Memorial Day weekend?
Photos by Lydia Hudgens
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June 2, 2015 — 17 Comments

underneath

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Dress: Anine Bing; Bra: Anine Bing; Boots: Chloe (via The RealReal, they have three pairs available here, here and here); Bag: Chanel; Sunglasses: Ray-Ban; Lips: Marc Jacobs "Amazing"
So you may have spied on Instagram (here, here and oh, I dunno, here) I've fallen down the Anine Bing rabbit hole, especially when it comes to her lacy underpinnings. Stay tuned for a little summer intimates post I'm working on now. In the meantime, I'm all about this peek-a-boo lace effect under dresses. For someone who's relatively small-chested (OK, very small chested), it gives just the right dash of sex appeal to some outfits, don't you think? A subtle (or in this case, a little less subtle) hint to what lies underneath. 
Photos by Lydia Hudgens

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June 1, 2015 — 12 Comments

the way you work it

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Cardigan: Zara; Skirt: Parker New York; Shoes: Henri Lepore Dezert; Necklace: Bauble Bar; Clutch Charlotte Olympia; Sunglasses: Ray-Ban

No diggity, no doubt...

Truth be told, this whole playlist started with a random cover song I found of "No Diggity." And the rest just kind of spiraled from there. But hey, we're kicking off the first day of June today, which means let the summer playlists begin (especially with Governor's Ball around the corner this weekend).

Are any of you guys heading out there this weekend? Who are you excited to see? Better yet, let's run into each other. And fan girl over Florence together.

Oh, and if you must know, I like the way you work it.

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May 29, 2015 — 18 Comments

simplified

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Top: Anine Bing; Jeans: MiH; Shoes: Manolo Blahnik; Clutch: Olympia Le-Tan; Sunglasses: Ray-Ban; Watch: Daniel Wellington
Sometimes, it's hard to beat a pair of jeans that fit just right and a top with exactly the right amount je ne sais quoi to it, right? And let me tell you, the neck detail to this one is spot on. 
Photos by Lydia Hudgens
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May 26, 2015 — 19 Comments

live your adventure {eddie bauer}

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There's something to be said about returning from a vacation completely refreshed and relaxed. A newly acquired tan and perhaps a lingering buzz from one too many margaritas on the beach certainly doesn't hurt either (and gives you a little something to daydream about when you hit the office upon your return).
While I'm all for the camp of enjoying the above, I have to say, I'm a newfound fan of fitness retreats, which I had the chance to partake in just a few weeks ago with the folks from Eddie Bauer down in Baja, Mexico, testing out their latest Motion line for women. We started each day with a high intensity workout (thanks to Astrid Swan, who yes, kicked our butts each time), followed by either surfing or hiking some of the local trails, and rounded out the day with late afternoon swims or naps by the pool to rest our then sore bodies. If it sounds a bit exhausting, I have to say, while I ached each night when I was crawling into bed, I slept so incredibly well -- both my mind and body physically drained from a day spent well spent soaking up the sun and sea-kissed air. 
Huge thanks again to the Eddie Bauer team for having me and the Rancho Pescadero Resort for hosting us. We had a beautiful time! And for my New York based folks, be sure to check out Eddie Bauer's recently opened flagship store in Union Square. I'm already planning a trip there soon to scoop up more pairs of these guys. 
Here are a few of my favorite snaps from the trip...enjoy!

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May 21, 2015 — 26 Comments

cold shoulder

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Dress (worn as a top): Reformation (similar style here); Pants: 3.1 Phillip Lim; Shoes: Valentino; Watch: Daniel Wellington; Necklace: Jennifer Zeuner; Sunglasses: Ray-Ban
I think it's safe to say while last season's crop top is still going strong, this season's off the shoulder look is exactly my kind of jam. Here are a few favorites of mine (many of which I'm this close to pulling the trigger on).
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Photos by Lydia Hudgens
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May 20, 2015 — 20 Comments

the new york public library {st. john}

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Top, skirt and jacket: St. John; Shoes: Saint Laurent; Clutch: Charlotte Olympia (old, similar style here); Necklace: Bauble Bar; Sunglasses: Celine; Lips: Marc Jacobs "Amazing"
One of my first visits to New York City was with my family years ago. I was probably 9 or 10 at the time. It was the middle of July. And I remember feeling so incredibly overwhelmed, in the best way possible.
From the buildings, the hustle and bustle of folks passing by on the street, the honking of traffic almost at a standstill, the weight of the humidity making it hard to breathe and of course, the undeniable energy of it all combined -- it was absolutely electric. I like to think there's a mental picture of me in both my parents minds: wide-eyed, grinning, with a dash of "WTF is going on?!"
Hailing from Nevada, I wasn't prepared for this type of pace -- the kind that leaves you breathless if you don't have your wits about you at all times. It was strange and foreign to me, not necessarily frightening, but more like that dizzying feeling you get when you purposefully spin around too many times, just to see the floor and ceiling dance crazily around you, until you fall in a fit of laughter.
I loved it.
And then I saw the New York Public Library.
We likely had passed it during one of our double decker bus tours, cruising past Bryant Park, with it's array of trees sprinkled everywhere, offering shade to those hungry to read a book, sip iced coffee or simply to watch people scurry by. Rounding the corner from the park, there it was -- it's impressive columns standing guard at front, the lion statutes flanking either side and those marbled steps! Oh, those steps! This library had me at hello.
I loved how regal it looked -- distinguished and yet inviting -- like a quiet oasis or reprieve from the honking city surrounding it. I knew in that instant that I'd have to come back to that library someday and spend hours there.
I've since then been to the New York Public Library many times, sometimes to browse the stacks and cozy up with a good book and other times to simply take in the stillness of hushed voices and whispers, alone with my thoughts. It's my little escape, a quiet nook for me to return to, time and again, when I just need to hit pause from the city for a moment.
As for this show-stopping look? In continuation of my series with St. John, I like to think this number pays tribute quite nicely to my personal New York escape and the little girl who wanted nothing more to hop inside the library that day back in July. Except this time, she's upgraded her worn out Converses for a pair of Saint Laurent heels, a gala-worthy skirt and a chic leather jacket.
Photos by Lydia Hudgens

You can see the first part of this collaboration here. And make sure to check out a few more exclusive photos of this look right this way on Pinterest! 

This post was in collaboration with St. John. As always, all opinions and styling are my own. Thank you for supporting all This Time Tomorrow collaborations! 

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May 18, 2015 — 19 Comments

on the road {yosemite valley}

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"Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of stone and space." -- Ansel Adams
I was first introduced to Ansel Adams in my Introduction to Art class, during my freshman year of high school. The assignment was to select an artist, from any time period and any medium, and write a report about them -- the hook being they had to share our birthday. 
Fast forward a lot of random Google searches later, I arrived at some of the most striking black and white landscape images I had ever seen, in particular, this one of Half Dome in Yosemite, with the moon rising ever so gracefully above it. I had found my subject, a certain Ansel Adams (Ms. Feeney made an exception for me here since his birthday is technically a day after mine), and subsequently, an obsession that would see me through to this very day. His command of contrast, lighting and composition are, of course, unrivaled but I think it was his uncanny ability to make a landscape appear more as a character: from brooding to ominous to downright joyful, that had me hooked. His images have always struck me more like portraits, than they do landscapes. 
Years (and many Ansel Adams calendars and prints) later, I still had never ventured to Yosemite Valley, which really is only a several hour drive from both Reno or San Francisco. Camping space reservations are admittedly hard to come by and it always seemed easier to head to Tahoe or to drive up the coast instead. That is, until a recent trip back to San Francisco, when my guy and I, on a complete whim, happened to snag one of the last camping spots left for the weekend, packing up just a few hours later to hit the road.
Granted, it was a whirlwind 48-hour camping trip, complete with snow and moody skies the first day and a crisp, clear blue summer day the next. We roamed around the valley floor, taking in everything as mere small observers in such a vast and grandiose space and then hiked up to Glacier Point, again, feeling smaller still, perched high above the valley below, with Half Dome and El Capitan flanking us on either side. 
All the while, I couldn't help but wonder, how Ansel Adams must have felt when he had first ventured to the valley himself -- how quiet and pristine and alive he must have felt, alone with these giants. These larger than life characters, at home in their perpetual sunrise of green and golden wonder. 
Needless to say, I think I'll be coming back to Yosemite for more. Very soon.
Photos by Tyler Graff and Krystal Bick
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May 14, 2015 — 18 Comments

rooftop season

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Dress: Reformation: Sandals: Zara; Bra: Anine Bing; Sunglasses: Ray-Ban; Necklaces: Jennifer Zeuner
There ain't no season, like rooftop season. AmIRightOrAmIRight?
Photos by Lydia Hudgens
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May 13, 2015 — 14 Comments

kick flare

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Top: Anine Bing; Jeans: Anine Bing; Shoes: Henri Lepore Dezert; Bag: Saint Laurent; Sunglasses: Ray-Ban
I've basically been living in these flared jeans and this flowy top lately, because, well, Anine Bing, you just get me. Oh, and don't get me started on her lingerie line here. But we'll save that for another day...
Photos by Lydia Hudgens
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May 12, 2015 — 25 Comments

call it magic

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Crop top and skirt: Cameo (here and here); Sandals: Zara; Sunglasses: Ray-Ban; Watch: Daniel Wellington
I think our fleeting springtime moments have come and gone and we've officially moved into summer heat (and humidity) these days. But I did manage to fit in one late afternoon bike ride, with the breeze catching the falling cherry blossom petals just right, falling almost like snow across the street.
I don't think I'm exaggerating  when I say that it stopped most people in their tracks that afternoon. Like we were all stuck in this little springtime snow globe together, just watching the pieces fall back into place.
Photos by Lydia Hudgens
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May 11, 2015 — 17 Comments

such lengths {the great hair debate}

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If you've been following along here on This Time Tomorrow for a while now, you may recall this post from 2012. Where I chopped  off my hair. About 12 inches to be exact. 
As someone who had long hair for most of her life, I remember sitting in the hairdresser's chair in San Francisco (hey, Deb!), literally going white and panicking. Confession: I probably rescheduled that appointment four times until eventually asking a friend to go with me to make sure I actually followed through. My friend stayed. And she cut it. And I felt so liberated. 
Isn't it funny that something like hair can have such control over us? Personally, I'm not one to take many chances with my hair -- before that big cut in 2012, I went through my Zooey Deschanel phase (like everyone else) with blunt bangs and up until a few weeks ago, I had never really colored my hair either. 
But really. It's just hair. And it grows. 
This is a really rambling way of saying: I'm growing my hair out again. Don't get me wrong. I still love my current long bob cut. It's been good to me over the past few years and it still feels really me at the end of the day. 
But it's good to mix things up, right? And no better time to mix things up than in the midst of a lot of other change. After all, I've secretly been missing messy, undone beachy waves, loose ponytails and fishtail braids. Heck, even my celebrity doppelgänger is growing hers out. All of which I can enjoy, in oh, about a year from now. 
In the meantime, I've been gathering a few inspiration images here on Pinterest, with a subtle balayage touch, to hold me over. Have you guys recently grown your hair out? What did you do about the awkward in between phases?
See the original posts here: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4
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May 7, 2015 — 20 Comments

the vacationer {st. john}

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Dress: St. John; Shoes: Manolo Blahnik; Sunglasses: Celine
I love a great dress that can just travel.

You know what I mean. The kind that can easily be worn to work, to happy hour, to dates and back again -- it doesn't let you down. You feel chic, put together, comfortable and like yourself in it. A jack of all trades.
When I find dresses that fit the bill, they're usually the first I grab when I'm heading out on vacation. Since it's always a little unpredictable what'll be thrown at you when you get to your final destination, I like knowing I have a secret weapon in my back pocket. One that goes the extra mile for me (and bonus points if it happens to get you compliments from your fellow bon vivants at the hotel).
This is where St. John comes in.
St. John recently invited me to their showroom to check out their pre-fall collection and while I've always known about the brand and some of their heritage knits background, I've never actually worn any of their pieces. Fast forward a few hours of playing dress up at their flagship store and I had amassed quite the stack of clothes I wouldn't mind coming home with me. All comfortable, easy to move about in and still timelessly classic.
Over the next few weeks, I'll be styling a handful of their pre-fall pieces as well as cooking up something fun over on Pinterest (more on that soon!). As for my first selection? This drop waist flared beauty you see here was an instant pick of mine -- the color, the fit -- it was too good to pass up, so I packed it up and hopped over the border with it, down to Baja, Mexico. I think with my newfound tan and a little extra sun-kissed beachy hair, it fits in all too well with the sunsets down here. 
This post was in collaboration with St. John. As always, all opinions and styling are my own. Thank you for supporting all This Time Tomorrow collaborations! 
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May 5, 2015 — 24 Comments

old dress, new tricks

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Dress (worn as a top): 10 Crosby Derek Lam; Jeans: Mih; Shoes: Manolo Blahnik; Clutch: Charlotte Olympia (old, similar style here); Sunglasses: Ray-Ban; Necklaces: Jennifer Zeuner; Watch: Daniel Wellington
Photos by Lydia Hudgens
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May 4, 2015 — 20 Comments

if you gotta go babe, go now {mexico pause}

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Sweater: Everlane; Pants: Alexander Wang (old, distressed pair here); Shoes: Saint Laurent; Bag: Celine; Scarf: Topshop; Sunglasses: Ray-Ban; Watch: Daniel Wellington
Be right back guys. I've hopped down to Baja, Mexico for a few days this week with Eddie Bauer (more on that to come!) so the ocean is calling my name right now. If you want to follow along, you can find me, as always, at @krystal_bick on Instagram and krystalbick on Snapchat.  
 Now let's get this week started, shall we?!

Photos by Lydia Hudgens
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May 1, 2015 — 8 Comments

i’ll have what she’s having {like mother, like daughter}

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Chanel bag // Hermes scarf // Prada sunglasses // Saint Laurent clutch // Manolo Blahnik heels // Chanel earrings // Hermes bracelet // Massimo Vitali 
It's officially May, which means a few things. I'm quickly approaching my first full month in New York City (woot!) and my mom is coming out to celebrate the occasion (not to mention Mother's Day).
Of course, when it comes to my mom, she always has the same response each year regarding Mother's Day gifts. "I don't need anything, save your money, just give me a call...etc. etc."
To that I say: Mom, you can stop reading this post right now.
Now that she's gone, I'm happy to report we have quite the little itinerary lined up here in the city, including, but not limited to: seeing Larry David's play Fish in the Dark, visiting the new Whitney museum and lots of walks through Central Park with Elvis. 
As for the gifts? Since she has a habit of raiding my closet whenever she visits (she's been known to talk me out of shoes that I don't really wear that much anymore and proceed to take them home), I'm starting to realize our tastes are very much aligning these days. Which really, isn't all that bad, right? Just means there's more to borrow back and forth.
Here are a few beauties I've been eyeing for her (and myself) all from my closet away from closet, The RealReal. 
What are you getting for your mom this Mother's Day?
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April 28, 2015 — 29 Comments

shortcuts

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Coat: Zara (worn as a blazer; old, but similar style here); Jeans: MiH; Shoes: Zara; Belt: Asos; Bag: Saint Laurent; Scarf: Jonathan Adler; Sunglasses: Ray-Ban; Watch: Daniel Wellington
Two things about this outfit today:
1. I'm all about repurposing my winter coats into longer blazers by simply changing the silhouette on them (i.e. a belt). 
2. When in doubt, throw on a scarf -- ascot style. 
Hope you're having a great week so far!
Photos by Lydia Hudgens
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April 24, 2015 — 28 Comments

playing for keeps

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Jacket: Old Navy; Dress: Zara; Shoes: Manolo Blahnik; Clutch: Vintage; Watch: Daniel Wellington; Bracelet: BaubleBar
This dress and I have quite the history. 
Admittedly, the dress itself isn't anything remarkable really. It's from Zara, circa 2006 but I distinctly remember the day I purchased it. I was studying abroad in Turin, Italy for a semester in college and was having the time of my life -- bouncing around Europe on the weekends with my classmates, taking full advantage of the afternoon siesta life and generally experiencing that pinch-me feeling every time I stepped out my small apartment to cobblestone streets, the air buzzing with Italian from nearby vendors and passerby on their way to work.
I remember roaming around the downtown shopping district on the weekends, admiring just how naturally stylish everyone was -- both women and men. Of course, I lingered in front of the glossy window fronts -- Prada, Miu Miu, Valentino -- feasting on their latest sartorial confections, shiny and far beyond reach (the curse of champagne taste on a beer budget, or rather a student budget in this case). 
But then there was Zara. And this dress.
It was toward the end of March, with the promise of spring weather around the corner and I recall seeing this particular dress in the window display. I immediately fell in love with the oversized floral print, the slightly retro flare and the fact we were going to Rome soon for the Easter break, where I wouldn't want to be wearing anything aside from this dress. On a Vespa. Eating gelato on the Spanish Steps. Preferably with Gregory Peck in tow. 
Of course, I rushed in, tried the dress on. And proceeded to wear the dress all over Italy. To Rome. Later in Venice. A road trip through Florence. And lots of train rides over to Milan. It was my fool-proof, feel great dress -- with notes of Audrey and Grace -- and, as funny as it is to admit here in type, I felt invincible in it. 
Flash forward 9 years, and it's one of the few Zara pieces that's survived countless closet clean outs and multiple apartment moves. It has one strap that's slightly busted (I have it very precariously sewed on right now), with more coffee stains on it than I would like to admit, but I can never seem to bring myself to part with it. Why? Probably because it reminds me too much of gelato breaks, the pizzeria we lived upstairs from, the butcher down the street who found our English intriguing and our attempts at Italian adorable, and sitting in piazzas during siesta breaks to purely take in the sunshine and silence of the afternoon over an espresso. So many vivid memories in just one dress that I happened to spot in a window on a random afternoon.
Photos by Lydia Hudgens
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April 23, 2015 — 19 Comments

my 5 skin care must haves right now {boots beauty}

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So can I sneak a #31 on my 30 before 30 list?
I can? OK, great!
In that case, #31 would go a little something like this, ahem: SKIN CARE.
We've talked a little bit about skin around here on the blog before. And to be completely honest, it hasn't been something I've actively invested a lot of time in until recent years. Perhaps that's the onset of premature warnings of taking the right "anti-aging" steps that you get bombarded with in your mid to late 20s or the fact that my skin seems to be much more prone to breakouts lately (from what I've read, it seems to be hormone related, so hey, hormones, let's get it together, OK?). 
Either way, I like to think I'm looking at skin care more holistically these days. What I eat, drink, how much I exercise and even how much I sleep all plays a huge role, and I'm trying to be mindful of each factor's impact (perhaps another blog post, for another day?). As far as a product regimen goes, I'm relatively a creature of habit, often only introducing something new into the routine after it's come highly recommended by a trusted girlfriend.
This is where Boots Beauty comes in.
I've been a fan of Boots Beauty products for quite some time now, particularly their cosmetic line, and have always appreciated their efforts to keep organic ingredients and sustainability practices top of mind when it comes to their end product. Plus, the fact it doesn't break the bank (all of their items can be purchased at Target), certainly doesn't hurt either. So when they approached me about trying out their Botanics skin care line, I was more than game. Over the past few weeks, I've narrowed down my favorites, fine tuning what I think is a pretty well balanced, personalized routine. In no particular order, the top contenders are:
  1. Rosewater toning spritz: This is a completely new step for me in my skin care routine, that being right after washing my face at night, I'll lightly spritz this toning spray on, the goal of which is to tighten pores while I sleep and give your skin that little extra oomph to ultimately prepare it for moisturizing. I love the rosemary smell and it's consequent calming effect (perfect skin nightcap) -- and can already tell you I'll be toting this in my bag for mid-flight pick me ups for my many summer trips around the corner.
2. Ionic clay mask: This particular version has willowbark in it, which is said to have clarifying effects -- the salicylic acid in it is supposed to reduce the size of pores and improve blemishes over time. Given that breakouts are top of mind for me, I love doing a weekly clay mask just to remove the week's wear and tear on my skin, and this particular one, thus far, has left me with significantly less irritable, red skin afterward. 
3. Cleansing mousse: Just like the clay mask, this particular mousse relies on willowbark for a lot of those same properties suited for oily skin like mine. The selling point for me though? The mattifying effect it has is amazing especially since I'm somewhat prone to excess oil, particularly in my T-zone and along my chin. 
4. Radiance serum: This is another new step for me in my routine, that being a brightening serum, this particular one having a mild exfoliating effect. I've been blending in 2-3 drops of this in the mornings and evenings right after washing my face, and have already noticed a subtle glow effect it's had, especially around my cheekbones sweeping up to my eyes.
5. Facial oil: Ah, facial oils. I feel like every beauty counter I've gone to, they've made me swear on a stack of bibles that I'll never touch a facial oil because of my oily-prone skin. And while those who are perhaps more knowledgable about skin care than myself may still agree with said beauty counter experts, I have to say, I've loved my week so far with this facial oil! I've been using it in place of my normal moisturizer so as not to double up, and have loved it's lingering silky effect. My skin feels, dare I say supple, without venturing into oily territory. 
Now I'm curious, have any of you guys tried the Boots Botanics skin care line? I'd love to hear about your favorites! 
This post was in collaboration with Boots Botanics. As always, all opinions and styling are my own. Thank you for supporting all This Time Tomorrow collaborations! 
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April 21, 2015 — 27 Comments

charles // west 4th

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Dress: 10 Crosby Derek Lam (old, from two years ago); Shoes: Henri Lepore Dezert; Clutch: Charlotte Olympia; Sunglasses: Ray-Ban
We've talked about just how crucial a good playlist can be for exploring a new city, and this past Saturday, when the temps creeped into the 80s, I celebrated with a few new-to-me tracks, perfect for traipsing around the neighborhood to. The sun was peeking through cherry blossoms trees, people were out and finding any and every excuse to smile at each other and I grabbed a late (and boozy) brunch with a group of close girlfriends, lingering perhaps a bit too long out on the patio. All in all, just the afternoon you want to bottle up and put on a shelf to savor later.
I like to think this little playlist captures just that -- an afternoon that you don't want to end. (Side note: apparently the latest version of Spotify doesn't let you grab the embed code anymore. Does anyone know a workaround?)
On another side note, for my New Yorkers, if you're free this Thursday, join me at Saks where I'll be celebrating with Vogue for Viktor & Rolfe's BonBon fragrance anniversary. Party kicks off at 6 and lasts until 8. Hope to see you there! 
Photos by Lydia Hudgens
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April 20, 2015 — 28 Comments

the one where underdog gets away {a rite of passage}

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Top: Tibi; Jeans: Abercrombie (old); Shoes: Manolo Blahnik; Clutch: Olympia Le-Tan; Sunglasses: Ray-Ban; Necklaces: Jennifer Zeuner; Bracelet: BaubleBar
You know that Friends Thanksgiving episode, circa the first or second season? The one where Underdog gets away at the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade and the whole gang gets locked out of Monica's and Rachel's apartment, because they both swore the other person had the keys? And Chandler and Joey dig through a whole drawer of keys, since they of course, have a spare, if they could just figure out which one out of the pile it is. Meanwhile, Monica's turkey is slowly getting burned in the oven. Oh, and I think there's an Ugly Naked Guy appearance or two. 
Well I may have been in a similar situation this past weekend. Minus an inflatable cartoon character dog, well-timed laughter from a live studio audience and well, Ugly Naked Guy (thankfully). 
What exactly happened then?
On Friday night, I unpacked my entire closet, shoes and all, finishing up around midnight. Feeling awfully proud of myself, I decided to head downstairs, with Elvis in tow, to get some of the moving boxes out of the way and down to the trash cans. I grabbed what I thought were my entire set of keys, Elvis' leash and a stack of boxes, quickly closing the door behind me. The door, of course, locks automatically, upon which, I glanced down, just as the locks were clicking into place, realizing I hadn't put my apartment keys back on my regular key set after my evening run. The only positive I could think of in this situation was that I had a good security system at least. I'd much rather have had a good lock on my door, offered from locksmith's, than a bad system.
My actual apartment keys and phone were both left inside.
Cue heart sinking sound now.
I ran through all the phone numbers I knew by heart in my head (a whopping 3), none of which were for the one person who was going to help me get back inside, that being my building manager. This of course, would have made a difference, had I grabbed my phone before stepping out, which of course, I hadn't. So I started knocking on everyone's doors, praying someone would let me use their phone.
I'll spare the rest of the details of this already long winded story, and say this: despite this being a really unfortunate experience, I had some incredibly nice people along the way. From my downstairs neighbor who not only let me use his phone to call the building manager that night (he didn't pick up), but also insisted that I take $40 in case I needed it, to the guy walking his dog the next morning who let me borrow his phone to call my building manager yet again (this time, he did pick up). And Christine, who happened to be out of town this past weekend, but had given me a spare set of keys to her apartment, where Elvis and I stayed that night.
Over a very intense 12 hours, I went through a roller coaster of emotions: anger, embarrassment, frustration, desperation, but each of these folks along the way took it in stride with me, most of them reacting quite similarly: "Oh you're locked out? Ah, yes, welcome to New York. We've all been there" before offering to help.
And it made me feel grateful for two big reasons: 1.) that people do kind things all the time and 2.) that I had just gone through my first New York City rite of passage. I'm sure I'll have many more of these to come, and in the whole scheme of things, this one wasn't all that bad, but if I'm lucky, I'll have some amazingly kind people around me when the next ones strike.
And with that in mind, I'm going to pay it forward today. Perhaps I'll even check off #29 on my 30 before 30 list. 
Photos by Lydia Hudgens
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April 17, 2015 — 25 Comments

30 before 30 {ready, set, go!}

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Admittedly I'm a bit behind on posting this. OK, it's been approximately 1 month and about 29 days since I turned the big 2-9, but who's counting? To be completely honest, I've had this list drafted for a while now, well before my 29th year struck, but there was something about the first item on my list that kept me from posting, that being this whole New York ride I'm on now. I guess I was afraid of jinxing something I've wanted so badly, that it felt strange to publish it, so, well, permanently.
But that's the point of this whole thing, isn't it?
To really own up to what I've realized I know about myself (all thanks to my 20s) and to really look long and hard at what I want to accomplish next (hello, 30s!). Sure, some of these are moonshots. I may not get through every last one of them. But I'm not going to beat myself up over it, either. Regardless, the next year is full of so many exciting firsts, that I really want this list to serve as a mini testament to the things I don't want to put off any longer. Some small. Some monumental. Some silly. Some that will take me a great deal of courage.
And I'm beyond excited to try them all.
Let's kick things off, shall we?
1. Finally, finally, finally move to New York City. (Done! As of April 6, 2015)
2. Once I'm there, become a pro at the subway (i.e. stop relying on Google Maps as much).
3. Start those piano lessons I talked about last year, and the year before that.
4. Write. A lot more. It's one of the main reasons I started this blog and I resent the fact I don't always get as much time to put the energy I'd like into every post. But I want to make an effort to change that.
5. Redesign this blog. It's more or less looked like this for far too long. It's time to bring it from 1999 to 2015.
6. Explore the East Coast as much as possible. High on my list this summer? Boston. Philadelphia. Washington D.C.
7. Run the New York Marathon.
8. With #7 in mind, I'd like to refocus on my overall fitness. I've gone back and forth between different fad diets like the keto diet, but haven't really stuck at any. People always ask if I recommend the keto diet and it's hard to say as everyone is different, but what I would say before you start it is research keto and sleep supplements as a lot of people struggle with sleeping whilst they are trying this diet. Anyway, despite these diets I haven't stuck with a general workout regimen for more than a few weeks or so. Now that I have far less commute time on the clock, it's all about getting strong and fit!
9. Visit Japan, chase the cherry blossoms via a rented motorcycle (technically to do that, I'll be 30 when spring rolls back around, but close enough).
10. Go to New Orleans. (Trip is booked for Christine's birthday later in June!)
11. Volunteer. Have been volunteering at a women's shelter.
12. Take ballet classes.
13. Go to a Knicks game. Or two.
14. Also, go to a Mets game (maybe when they play the Giants later in June!). Done! The Giants lost though 🙁
15. Take the ferry to Brooklyn.
16. Speaking of, explore Brooklyn.
17. Make time to read every day. Taking a crack at this list here.
18. Surfing lessons. Funny how I move away from California, and this winds up on my list. Done! In Mexico! And it was a blast!
19. Visit all the museums in New York City. Apparently there's 83, so I got my work cut out for me.
20. Have friends over for dinner once a month. And actually make dinner as opposed to ordering it.
21. Go on weekend trips with friends up to Montauk as much as possible this summer.
22. Learn how to drive a motorcycle.
23. Visit Chicago. I've never been -- isn't that crazy?! Twice! Boom! Love that city!
24. Learn how to fly fish. Luckily I have a pretty great guide right here. Trip was canceled.
25. Find a reason to celebrate at Eleven Madison Park.
26. Go hiking in Utah, and then hop over to Arizona so I can finally see this up close and personal.
27. See a Broadway show at least once a month. February: If/Then // March: None // April: The Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder // May: None // June: An American in Paris and Matilda // July: None //
28. Already did the skydiving thing in New Zealand back in 2013, so how about bungee jumping? This is an experience that I would love to give a go. A friend of mine recently went bungee jumping and she mentioned how this was something that I would love to do, especially as I had already tried sky diving. I already knew from my previous experience that if I was to go bungee jumping, I would need to look into the idea of life insurance. You'd think this would put me off, but you'd be wrong. It does make sense as to why this should be something worth thinking about, as this activity involved a high level of risk. If you are like me and are contemplating bungee jumping, why not check out sites such as https://www.moneyexpert.com/life-insurance/, to learn more information on why this would be a requirement. Once you've got this sorted, you can finally make your decision as to whether you are actually going to go bungee jumping!
29. Buy a stranger their morning coffee. Because, well, I've always wanted to! Did it!
30. Weather permitting, make a point to read a book out in Central Park as often as possible.
All in all, I think this list feels fairly actionable -- and I'm ready to start checking things off, one by one throughout this coming year. Ready, set, go!
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April 16, 2015 — 14 Comments

sanctuary {apartment inspiration}

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For those of you who have followed This Time Tomorrow for a little while now, and perhaps saw my last few apartments captured in a variety of home tours, you know that I love a good clean, white room, with black and gold accents. And at this point, if you unpacked my boxes with me this weekend (speaking of, anyone wanna help?), you'd find I've accumulated more than my fair share of trinkets, statuettes, frames and general oddities in some gold or crisp black finish. Guilty as charged.
While I still have an affinity for that somewhat eclectic glam approach, I've been craving to mix things up lately and start fresh. Before leaving San Francisco, I purged a lot of furniture and home decor items that I found I just wasn't in love with anymore. Items that just didn't make me smile as much as they used to or pieces of furniture that felt like it was more of an obligation to bring and not a-can't-live-without sensation. 
So what's on the clean slate, you ask? Lately, I've been drawn to more moody spaces: accent walls in deep blues and greys, rustic, unfinished wood furniture, rich leather chairs that you can sink into and even considering venturing into wallpaper territory (the oversized, art-like kind, of course).
Here are a few pins I've been going back to lately for inspiration. I'm excited to dig into the local flea market scene here in New York and slowly craft and build out my little nook here in the West Village. 
Images via 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 
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April 14, 2015 — 25 Comments

ode to the weekend

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Shirt: Heidi Merrick; Jeans: Abercrombie (old); Boots: Celine; Hat: Rag & Bone; Sweater: Everlane; Necklaces: Jennifer Zeuner; Watch: Daniel Wellington; Sunglasses: Ray-Ban; Lips: Marc Jacobs "Oh Miley"
I'd have to say, after a pretty full week here in New York, sorting out life logistics, settling into a somewhat empty apartment (because my stuff is still making it's way across the country with movers) and dealing with a lost wallet on top of it (literally the day before I left town), this past weekend couldn't have come at a better time. The weather was perfect, the company was even better and I even got to partake in Cafe Gitane's much talked about avocado toast (and it didn't disappoint!).
And on an even lighter note, I think Elvis is settling in quite nicely, too. We've been hamming it up lately on Snapchat (username: krystalbick) so if you're into silly Corgi antics, he's your guy.
Hope you all had a wonderful weekend! 
Photos by Christine Cameron
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April 10, 2015 — 27 Comments

left my heart in san francisco {2100 post street}

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On Krystal: Bonmot shirt (20% off with the code 'iheartsf'); Jeans: Abercrombie (old); Shoes: Manolo Blahnik; Necklaces: Jennifer Zeuner
On Elvis: Nothing! Just his amazing fur coat 🙂
I get oddly nostalgic about moving out of apartments. Even if I'm simply moving across town, there's something about that feeling of finality that hits me pretty hard. Will I ever walk up these stairs again? Will I ever see that downstairs neighbor that I never got along with but desperately tried to befriend? What about the nice ladies at the Starbucks on Fillmore who always remembered my order -- will I get to see them again? And don't get me started on the bay windows -- that perfect morning light will be hard to top elsewhere.
While I was moving out of my apartment last week, frantically cleaning (made easier with an automated vacuum bot), organizing and donating things along the way, I made a point to gather mental images of my most favorite and dear moments in this place - going back to the very start, when I first completed the rental application and got so excited about my new adventure. Because this apartment marked a lot of firsts for me. I brought my first dog home to this apartment. It was the first time I moved in with a boyfriend. It saw me through a few promotions, birthdays, anniversaries (and some heartache) -- it was my home base after countless trips and my refuge when I just needed a break from the world.
I loved that apartment.
Which then, got me thinking. Isn't it funny that we often christen a new apartment when we move into it, but we hardly ever give it a fitting goodbye? We'll toast the new beginning with champagne, but we skip the adieu part. Goodbyes are hard -- I'm not denying that. But it didn't seem right (to me anyway) to leave Apartment 15 without a proper send off -- a thank you and a celebration of sorts of all my favorite moments in that little one bedroom apartment on the third floor, tucked away in Lower Pac Heights.
Given that my space was pretty empty for those last few days, Elvis and I set up camp on the floor with pizza (from Pizzeria Delfina, naturally), beer (Blue Moon!) and lots of magazines (or chew toys for him). I just love how Anna captured not only some great images but images that convey such a moment of transition. Bittersweet but with a heavy lean on the sweet side. We toasted the evening, shared stories of our favorite San Francisco memories, and even ventured out to my fire escape together, which I've been wanting to do for over two years now but never got the courage to do it considering all of the Safety signage surrounding the escape door. After all, they're only supposed to be used in emergencies which shall be the only reason I venture back through it. It was a lovely bookend to my California chapter -- just the right final notes to start my next one here in New York.
That also means, this is the end of my "Left My Heart in San Francisco" series. I hope you enjoyed following along as much as I loved revisiting and sharing places and memories that are near and dear to my heart. I know I have plenty more adventures to document in California, and the West Coast for that matter -- so we're not finished there just yet -- but I can't tell you how excited I am to embark on this next adventure. It's new and exciting and shiny and terrifying all at the same time. But I'm ready for it!
And in honor of that, my good friend Becky, the creative tour de force behind Bonmot (I'm wearing her marble tee here), is offering 20% off for This Time Tomorrow readers to put toward their next purchase. Simply use the code "iheartsf" at checkout.
Enjoy and I hope you all have a beautiful weekend, making memories wherever you are!
Photos by Anna-Alexia Basile
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April 9, 2015 — 24 Comments

left my heart in san francisco {palace of fine arts}

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Dress: Preen; Shoes: Manolo Blahnik; Clutch: Charlotte Olympia
While I visited San Francisco pretty often with my family when I was growing up (it's only about a 3-4 hour drive from Reno), I'd have to say some of my most vivid memories of the city came much later when I would trek back with friends in college for different concerts. We would make big weekends out of it, leaving early on a Friday afternoon after our last class and pile into a car, armed with lots of iPod playlists (ah, remember those?!), ready for far too many pit stops at In N Out (animal style, please!). Outside Lands. Kings of Leon. Cat Power. Smashing Pumpkins. Feist. The list goes on and on. 
My favorite concert from this part of my life would have to be when Devendra Banhart played at the Palace of Fine Arts (the amazing building you see above here). My boyfriend at the time surprised me with tickets and true to form, we probably missed a class or two to make it out for a long weekend in San Francisco. We booked a small bed and breakfast just off Lombard Street (The Edward II!) and spent most of the evening just strolling around the Marina, getting lost in (and tumbling down) San Francisco's  many hills.
As for the concert itself, if you ever get the chance to see anyone perform at the Palace, I highly recommend you go! Naturally the acoustics inside the building are nothing short of amazing, but walking around the Palace grounds and surrounding park are actually what made me fall in love with it that very night. Simply put, it's beautiful. The sheer height and scale of the columns and overhead dome are humbling -- we actually were some of the last concert goers that evening milling around, mainly because we couldn't stop looking up while we were strolling. And we did just that. For hours, well into the night after the concert ended. The city grew still and quiet, the fog coming in like a blanket overhead, and yet there we were, roaming around this beautiful building like our own private playground. I may not quite remember the songs that were played that night and that boyfriend is no longer in my life, but something about it has stuck with me -- a very tangible memory of an evening that felt so alive and full of possibility. 
And to this day, I can't help but think of that night whenever I visit the Palace. 
Photos by Anna-Alexia Basile
You can see the rest of my farewell San Francisco series right this way...
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April 7, 2015 — 13 Comments

left my heart in san francisco {closet cleanse with the realreal}

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Dress: Derek Lam; Shoes: Manolo Blahnik
Those who know me pretty well, know I'm a late packer. For everything. Trips abroad. Or weekend getaways to Napa. It doesn't matter. I usually wait until the zero hour to pack my bags. Even when I was moving from Reno to San Francisco years ago, I managed to pull it off in record time, throwing most of my belongings into garbage bags over the course of an afternoon, stuffed into my tiny red Honda Civic. And for the most part, I survive, unscathed at the end (usually with time to spare at the airport to pick up a few extra magazines).
As for moving across the country? Let's just say, nothing could have prepared me for this. Between the moving logistics ('Should I go with full-service movers vs. a storage unit that I pack myself?') and tying up loose ends ('What do I do with the aforementioned Honda Civic?'), it seemed every time I checked something off my list, I had 10 more to add. 
Oh, and then there was the closet. The closet.
I'm a big proponent of doing closet cleanses and push myself to do them often. Especially when you're in the wake of a big life change like this, it's sometimes nice to really step back and evaluate what you love wearing and parting with the things you just don't anymore. 
 And luckily, the folks at The RealReal makes this process incredibly painless. I've professed my love for The RealReal here on the blog before -- namely for some of the amazing pieces I've managed to snag on sale from them, but I've never shared my consignment experiences with you. True to form, this past weekend, I set up a White Glove appointment with one of their consignment specialists literally the day before I was leaving town (hence the empty apartment you see here), armed with far too many shoes and that Stella dress of my dreams (which just doesn't fit me how I'd like it to).
 From start to finish, everything took about 15 minutes to go through, with my luxury manager snapping photos along the way, so each item could be reviewed and eventually listed on site. Plus, they take the items they think they can sell on the spot back to their warehouse, leaving me with just a few pieces I then took with me for my Crossroads haul.
Have you guys ever tried consigning with The RealReal? Would love to hear your thoughts about the process! And if you haven't, they have a promotion running right now where if you consign 10 pieces with them, they'll send you a $100 gift card to Neiman Marcus. 
Photos by Anna-Alexia Basile
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April 6, 2015 — 22 Comments

left my heart in san francisco {girlfriends and girl bosses}

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On Heather: Romper: Reformation; Belt: Gucci; Shoes: Sergio Rossi; Bra: Love and Lemons
On Krystal: Dress: Karla Spetic; Shoes: Manolo Blahnik; Clutch: Charlotte Olympia; Sunglasses: Celine
As I (slowly) approach 30, I've come to really appreciate a lot about my mid to late 20s, particularly what was once considered unthinkable by my younger 20 something year old self: I feel comfortable in my own skin. I care less about what people think of me. I focus more on what makes me happy. I don't sweat the incredibly small stuff. Sure, some days are easier than others, but that's also why I made a commitment a while back to surround myself with people who share this same outlook and refuse to blaze any path other than their own.
Cue my friend Heather.
Heather and I met a few years back through a mutual friend who found it really hard to believe two fashion bloggers both working at Google somehow hadn't met yet (you were right, Alicia, that was strange!). And really, the introduction couldn't have come at a better time. I was just getting somewhat settled into my new life in San Francisco professionally speaking, but had yet to make any lasting friendship connections that extended themselves well outside the office. We met over lunch and have been friends ever since. 
I think what I appreciate the most about my friendship with Heather is that, while we have a lot in common, (we both work in the tech space and fashion world), we're actually quite different in a lot of ways too. An odd couple if you will. And I love that about her! We challenge each other in ways that we don't normally push ourselves. Equal parts cheerleaders, encouraging each other to take risks and think outside the box, as well as each other's biggest critics, calling out bull shit when we smell it.
She's been my travel partner, my sounding board, a shoulder to cry on when needed and also one of my biggest fans when it comes to just going for my dreams (like this one I'm doing right now in NYC). We may live on different coasts now, but that just means we're cheering each other on from afar. And of course, gives us the excuse to rack up some frequent flier miles throughout the year and sneak in a few Broadway shows, right Heather?
Photos by Anna-Alexia Basile
You can see the rest of my farewell San Francisco series right this way...
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April 3, 2015 — 21 Comments

left my heart in san francisco {marin headlands}

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Dress: Suno via The RealReal (available in white here!); Sunglasses: Celine
Over the past few weeks, I've gotten a lot of questions about whether or not I'm excited to move (a million times yes!), what I'm looking forward to the most about New York (wandering around Central Park in the spring) and if I'll be able to handle the brutal winters out there (unfortunately, the jury is still out on that one).  
But the most frequently asked question? 
What will I miss most about San Francisco? 
This one usually makes me pause. There's so much I'm going to miss, it's hard to distill my answer into just one reason. We're spoiled with great weather. There's never a shortage of amazing, new restaurants to try out. We're at the heart of Silicon Valley, where crazy, big, outside-the-box ideas are born (and encouraged!). Heck, we're home to these guys. 
Over the past five years, my list has gotten pretty long with reasons as to why I love living in this city. And ultimately, I think I'll end up returning (someday) for a lot of those reasons. But at the end of the day, I'd have to say it's not necessarily the city I'll miss most (although I will miss it dearly), but the ease to which you can escape the city at a moment's notice. Wine country to the north. Highway 1 stretching along it's side, running the great coastline of California. Big Sur. Monterey. Carmel. Tahoe. Yosemite. Muir Woods. All tangibly within reach, tempting you to hit the road on a late Friday afternoon with nothing but a weekender bag and an improperly folded map and get lost for a few days. 
I've confessed my love for Jack Kerouak here on the blog before, and I'll do it again now, because I think this quote of his sums up San Francisco and her wild, beckoning call much better than I ever could:
"It seemed like a matter of minutes when we began rolling in the foothills before Oakland and suddenly reached a height and saw stretched out ahead of us the fabulous white city of San Francisco on her eleven mystic hills with the blue Pacific and its advancing wall of potato-patch fog beyond, and smoke and goldenness of the late afternoon of time."
San Francisco, thanks for letting me enjoy you in all your smoke and goldenness. I'm forever grateful. 
Photos by Anna-Alexia Basile
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April 1, 2015 — 21 Comments

left my heart in san francisco {pacific heights}

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Dress: Lovers + Friends (the black is sold out, but the striped version is adorable!); Boots: Stuart Weitzman; Bag: Proenza Schouler; Sunglasses: Celine; Necklace: BaubleBar X Wendy's Lookbook
If you head right up over the hill from my apartment (technically nestled between Japantown and Lower Pacific Heights), you'll find yourself in Pacific Heights proper. If you happen to end up at, oh I don't know, Broadway and Scott streets, you'll find yourself smack dab in the middle of what has affectionately become known as Billionaire's Row. Pretentious, yes. But when Danielle Steele, David Sacks and Larry Ellison all call this small several block radius their stomping grounds, it's rather fitting. 
While I'd love to say my apartment is practically a stone's throw from here, I'll fully admit, we're worlds apart. Yet that doesn't stop me from heading up here regardless. Why? First of all, the panoramic views of the city and the Bay are not to be missed. In fact, traffic gets pretty annoying in these parts because both cars and pedestrians are snapping the city hills from the top of this very hill. It's worth it though. Secondly, a lot of folks head over to the Lyon Street Steps (myself included) for a great Saturday workout but really, Elvis and I are all about Baker Street Steps, a steep stairway connecting Vallejo and Broadway. It's beautifully (and intentionally) overgrown with tall trees, brimming with flowers and, my favorite part, it's almost always deserted. I love heading here for early dusk walks with Elvis and letting him roam around on the steps, while I perch on the lone bench right off the stairway. If you peer through at just the right spots between the branch cover, San Francisco peeks through down below, with quiet little boats bustling about on the bay. 
I'm a firm believer that everyone needs a great go-to thinking spot -- one that instantly clears your mind when you get there. And Baker Street Steps are going to be hard to replace.
Photos by Anna-Alexia Basile
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