By: Jey Quichocho.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Update ... sort of.

Hey bitches.

Here is yet another apology to you all for neglecting my poor poor, underfed, emaciated blog. I actually have a legitimate explanation. You see, about a month ago, I started talking to this handsome young thing and before you know it, BAM! He's mine. Haha it actually took a lot more than that, trust me it did, but I'll save those memories for future cerebral entertainment.

Otherwise, I am completely out of the fashion loop. Reggie told me a few days ago that Jourdan Dunn is pregnant and that's about as up to date as I am with the industry. Hopefully some of you can fill me in with everything that I've managed to miss this month. & isn't Spring 2010 FW just around the corner? Carazzy.

Oh yeah, I chopped my hair off. Here's how I've been wearing it recently:

Photobucket

toodles.
<3

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Totally.

Hey girls.

No I haven't perished in the fires of hell; I've just been INCREDIBLY busy with work and work and WORK! Ughh I always say I'm a damn slave to labor because well, I frickin' am. On my days off, all I want to do is sleep, because when you deal with bitchy hungry people, you need as much time to recuperate from the mental damages they sometimes inflict in you.

I also haven't really bought anything spectacularly amazing, so my laughable wadrobe is pretty undeserving of an outfit post these days. But you shall not worry -- I eyed some metallic chiffon at the fabric shop a while back and I'm thinking about having my seamstress whip up a shirt for me which hopefully will turn out fabulous. Dior? Customary Filipino apparel?

toodles.
<3

Monday, June 29, 2009

The September Issue.



QUIVERING IN ANTICIPATION.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Deuce.

Hey kids.

I know I posted this outfit a while back but I thought I'd share a better picture with you all. Isn't my friend such an alcoholic with two drinks in his hand?

Photobucket

That's all.

<3

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Paycheck Dedications.

Hey kids.

I'm devoting this post to a fraction of my endless cravings; some are newly discovered and some have been bookmarked for months already. Enjoy!

Photobucket
Girls in Glasses Unisex Tee by Danny Roberts of Igor&Andre
Oh & Regg, if I see this shirt on your back before it's on mine, I will pull a Chris Brown. Respaetoe!


Photobucket
Hello gorgeous! My idea of the perfect ankle boot.


Photobucket
For days when I feel like a bad ass.


Photobucket
Elora Plume Collar by Kathy Coleman


Photobucket
Human Hair Necklace by Kathy Coleman
A little crazy considering it's human hair; but hey, it is a statement neck piece.


Photobucket
Gushing.


Photobucket
Purple suede, please.


Photobucket
So perfect.
via ebay.


All shoes from heayahh.
Oh yeah kids, the new stuff over at AA is sooo good. Feel free to send a sheer tank my way!

<3

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Postal.

Photobucket
Photobucket
Photobucket
Photobucket

Obviously Post Offices have the best lighting, especially at 11PM. My bottoms are a pair of spandex under....ermmm undergarments my dad left for me while he was here for R&R. At first, I was like WHAT INNAH HELL? Then I realized that I could totally claim them as 'bicycle shorts' which counteracted my initial disgust for them. Fun!

Usually I avoid everything in the political spectrum for personal reasons, but our Youth Congress drafted a bill to legalize civil unions between same-sex couples who have been on Guam for more than five years, and the bill has already been passed on to the legislature with a strong supportive backbone from a couple of senators. The public is following this political endeavor avidly and heavily opinionated letters have already been submitted to the local newspaper, at the sight of which I respond with complete laughter. The things people can come up with astounds me. ASTOUNDS ME! All I have to say is that it's about damn time this place recognizes a community which clothes oily backs and sagging deflated breasts.

<3>

Monday, June 8, 2009

Day & Night.

Photobucket
Photobucket
(American Apparel double-breasted cardigan)

This past week, I:
  • got really sick and still haven't fully recovered.
  • visited a part of my island I'm sure I've never seen before, which is probably why it took almost an hour to get there.
  • ate McDonald's in my car.
  • went out while I was sick.
  • had an excruciatingly fun time at a sushi bar with great friends.
  • ran into people I didn't care to run into.
  • avoided a person.
  • opened up my heart a little.
  • went on a date.
Any feedback regarding the debacle over at Ungaro?
I'm trying to create some sort of signature conclusion for each of my posts, you know like BB's Baboosh!

<3

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Food Porn & Bulging Pecs.

Photobucket
Photobucket
Fried Calamari & Hibachi-style Ribs at PROA.

I've had all this music stored in my external hard drive for years already, and it's always refreshing to hear that one song you used to jam out to in HS after you'd get out of the shower.

I am currently trying to figure out how I acquired this horrible cold. UGH I hate being sick.

Photobucket
Photobucket

God I'm so sleazy when overcome by alcohol. My apologies to the shirtless stranger who's left pectoral I started groping. I don't even know why I'm sharing this with you all. What class?

<3

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Escape.

My absolute favorite place to surrender.
I'm pretty lucky I can drive to a place this beautiful in a matter of minutes.

Photobucket
Photobucket
Photobucket

I've been flocking to Style Sightings on a daily basis for an insane dose of street-style. No clue why I haven't stumbled upon the site before because the content is so fresh and organic, a couple of attributes I will always admire amidst a community of duplicates. It's definitely the prime place for the young fashion pack to get inspired by new ideas, and of course to drool over how amazingly dressed some people are out there. Here are a couple of my favorites.

Click to enlarge, silly.

PhotobucketPhotobucketPhotobucketPhotobucketPhotobucket
PhotobucketPhotobucketPhotobucketPhotobucket

I spy Balmain, Chanel, Margiela, and Balenciaga. What do you spy?

<3>

Friday, May 22, 2009

Disco Stick.

Hey kids.

First and foremost, I bought myself a little gift on Wednesday between the time I had from my two job-o's.

Photobucket

Inducing a quivering hot-pocket.

I thought I'd test out the camera's most popular feature, the Image Stabilizer on a whole bunch of random people at a drag show. At the end of the night, I was clicking through the photos I took and didn't recognize half of the people in those photos. But I guess my alcohol abuse can attribute to that. Whatevs.

Photobucket
Photobucket
(Kohl's fedora, Twelve by Twelve embellished top)

<3

Sunday, May 17, 2009

The Shocker.

Photobucket
(Brother's beanie, AA mint big tank, FTL long johns, vintage Calico boots)

Dressing has become so much of a chore for me these days; however, I do feel like I am achieving a sense of my style which I still can't describe to you today. I told myself a few months back that I needed to rebuild my wardrobe because I felt like there was little to say about my style as I continued to dress in supertight Abercrombie t-shirts, plaid shorts, and leather slippers. This look, which has managed to be donned by thousands of young men like myself, is no longer tickling my fashion fancy and eventually faded into oblivion as I started learning more creative and, most importantly, more stylish ways of dressing.

I say to anyone feasting on this text to step out of your comfort zones and experience new ways of dressing yourself. It may seem hard at first, but something beneficial to your self-esteem will come out of it. I can honestly attest to this because you become an individual once you start developing your personal style, something I learned once people started taking note.

I don't know where all that came from, but moving on. I need as much input for this as possible so please feel free to throw in your two cents. I will be purchasing a professional camera sometime this week before I continue to deplete my funds, and before anything else, I am debating between Canon, Nikon, and Sony. My budget is $700 and since it's such an investment for someone of my financial standings, I am incredibly frightened of buyer's remorse. Please include your opinions if you own professional cameras, and feel free to suggest specific ones to make my purchase speedy.

Thanks =]

*Does anybody know why the complete right side of my layout is now at the bottom of my page? Help, please!

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Flower Power.

Photobucket
Photobucket
(Royal Bics bow-tie, Bench shirt, American Apparel oversized-pocket cardigan, F21 chiffon flower brooch, Boutiki beaded ring)

I thought it was funny that I wore this to a tacky beach-themed club party. I will vomit if I ever wear beach shorts on any surface other than sand.

My parents and brother left a couple of days ago (my mom & brother to TX, and my dad back to Afghanistan), and I'm feeling unusually disconnected from the world. I called in sick to work this morning for no apparent reason. I probably didn't want to deal with the life I built in independence before I got a jolt of much needed family time. I don't know if that exactly made sense but whatevs.

I really need to document all the crap I 'gathered' from the internet last month. My mom also brought me back some really essential basics for my wardrobe that I don't think I've mentioned before, all the more reason to abuse my Canon. Aside from that, during my little break from posting, I was spending a lot of time with my family because sometimes I get sucked into this theory where I'm living an individual life, disregarding the fact that I have loving and caring relatives all around me. It's sad because I subconsciously know that I feed this unhealthy theory when I cut time short with relatives just to be alone. WTF is that? I'm sorry that I have to share my mental instabilities with you all. Please bear with me while I sort through all my thoughts.

I've read several articles concerning the Alaia VS. The Met Gala/Anna Wintour/Harold Koda case, and I'm glad mainstream films--cough, The Devil Wears Prada--emphasize just how powerful ONE opinion can have over an entire billion-dollar industry. I'm no fashion historian, so please help me understand why Momma Wintour and AA can't hold hands and sing harmoniously around a warm camp-fire?

Enough of that; I must retire under my covers to assure that I am fully functioning tomorrow.

Oh, and Happy Mother's Day to all you baby makers!

<3

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Knock You Down

Photobucket
Photobucket
(Kohl's straw fedora, khaki vest, jersey v-neck, AA seafoam green corduroy shorts, beaded ring, tusk necklace, rosary bracelet.)

I have been accumulating a disgusting amount of stuff over these past few weeks and haven't found the time to share them with you all. I was a little hesitant to walk out of my house with these ridiculously short shorts from American Apparel, but I always tell myself to never live in fear so I figured wtf.

My mom and brother are leaving back to TX and my dad back to Afghanistan in about a day and a half so my sister and I have been spending every available second of our time with them. My dad was telling me stories tonight about his living conditions on his base, and it's so bad I couldn't even respond. I felt horrible listening to him, knowing I have a solid ground to stand on while showering, or a legitimate bathroom to do my business, or even something so simple as running water. I honestly believe that the conversations I share with the people I love the most are directed by fate because I understand now that the things that I have, the people that I surround myself with in life mean so much more to me most especially when they are taken away.

<3

Friday, April 24, 2009

when Margiela is out of your reach.

Thanks to USPS, I only had to pay a whole dollar for shipping. Now, the people who usually shoot me puzzled looks can have something new to gawk at.

Because that's what this billion-dollar industry is about anyway--inner beauty.

Photobucket

Looking at my face now, I don't mind the plethora of acne on my forehead. Ostrich skin is wayyy better than moisturized skin anyway! Ha.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

a random trio-set of pictures.


Photobucket
the "Hannah Sider"

Photobucket
Shut it down.

Photobucket
my heartbreaker brother.


Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Cyclops

Photobucket

Quiverrrrr. I almost fainted like obesity just struck me when my pupils first met this product of creative genius. Margiela who? I can't recall how I stumbled across New High Mart, but thank goodness for the accessibility perk of blogging.

I was perusing a little shop in one of the resorts here, and I kind of fell in love with this ring that was made entirely out of sandy-colored beads except I couldn't purchase it because my wallet wasn't on me at the time. It's funny because I have THE WORST MEMORY ever, but any material obsessions I have seem to allow me perfect memory. Anyway, doesn't it remind you of one of those rad sea creatures in Nemo?

Photobucket

Oh and RIP to my faux-tortoise shell bracelet that was the single recurring accessory I've managed to integrate into the majority of my outfits since the beginning of citruscoffee. My left wrist's cohort snapped into two pieces as I was trying to pull it off before attacking some Chinese food. I was thinking of writing an obituary and everything until I realized that my insanity would be validated if I chose to do so.

=[

Friday, April 10, 2009

Petty Pryer for 500 please.

I need to stand on my soapbox for a couple of sentences. I was out with a friend a week ago and something petty but sufficiently childish happened at the tail-end of our alcohol-induced night. When my sobriety is flung out of the window with an unsure amount in ounces of tokyo teas, I tend to get pretty affectionate with whomever accompanies me during said alcohol consumption. So my friend whom I have known since I was a child was with me this particular night, and since my usually stiff demeanor was pervaded by liquor causing me to become flimsy, I resorted to what I like to call the infamous one-arm shoulder hang at which I am apparently skilled. Anyway, I was hanging on my friend for what seemed like the rest of the drunken night until he shows me a text message his boyfriend sends him saying he recieved a text from an anonymous source. From the grace of all that is sober, this is what my memory can gather:

Why is somebody sending me a text saying that you're with some guy and you two are all cuddly?

Oh, yes dear readers. Some tragic clubkid pulled a stunt from The Hills, and I am not havin' it. Here's what I have to say: If you have the audacity to be vindictive and then proceed to hide behind your little cellphone screen, the least you can do, well for yourself anyway, is grow a set and be a real bitch about it. Come up to me and say you're a nosy friend of a friend and interrogate me. Even if my relationship with my friend is none of your fucking business, make it your business since you already decided to play phone spy regarding a situation completely irrelevant to your intentions for going out that night in the first place.

Good. So it's settled. So you can shave your back now. Bye Jason.

Photobucket
This picture is completely irrelevant to the content of this post. Just a little mirror cam'whoring with my favorite fashionista.

Aside from that dispensable debacle, I had a great time with a great friend, and all I can do now is laugh at the depths that people will go for entertainment.

Oh and that thing about Alber Elbaz for Target was my attempt at a little APRIL FOOLS fun. Sorry if you were genuinely excited, haha.

<3

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Haul.

I had myself a little shopping extravaganza yesterday while playing hooky from work. I'm such a horrible shopper because I just wander into places without any expectations for my potential purchases. I don't even have an idea of where I want to shop; I seriously just drive around and park wherever an impulse strikes me. It's pretty tragic but provides for an incredibly random adventure that almost always results in major hauls.

I actually started off at a fabric store where I found an assortment of the most beautiful yet very delicate metallic chiffon's. I couldn't think quickly enough of what the fabric could be used for to suede a purchase, so constant groping and minute-long glares had to suffice. I did though leave with a couple yards of a plain black cotton-blend which I took minutes later to a seamstress to have sewn into drop-crotch pants. Immediacy? Cravings? I steer my own ship.

I then found myself wandering into a formal-wear store where if I'm correct, inaugurated my obsession with bow-ties. I was helped by a really sweet saleslady who busted out some gems in vivid hues and couldn't later resist buying. I also snagged two suspenders in plain black and dark navy. Before I checked out, something completely subtle yet vigorously bitchy happened in a short convo I had with the saleslady while trying on the last of my ties. Here's how it went:

What I thought she said: Those are so stylish. (referring to the tie)
My response: I know, right?

What she really said: You're so stylish!

Hahahahahaha! She probably thought I had my nose jammed so far up a dark crevice with that type of response. I don't think she caught it though because we continued in regular conversation until I checked out. So two suspenders and four bow-ties in my shopping bag--not bad, eh?

Photobucket

To conclude my purchases, I ended up at Bench where I picked up a couple of short-sleeved button-ups along with a striped cardigan that was surprisingly on sale. And since a reliable photographer is not at my beckoning these days, I snapped a couple of quick shots in the dressing room.

Photobucket
(Kohl's wool fedora, American Apparel mint big tank, self-made starfish pendant, self-made bow-tie necklace, Ross cigarette pants, K-Mart canvas shoes)

Did anyone else hear/read about Elbaz doing a line for Target this Fall?

toodles<3


Sunday, March 29, 2009

Chocolate Starfish.

Just a quickie before I head to work. I woke up at the crack ass of dawn this morning to apply for a business license for reasons too pathetic to even mention. I went home and sank into my dreams for a couple of hours and that was my fulfilling day.

I bought this double-breasted bad boy once the page loaded and my eyes met the screen. What impulse shopping? Haha and then I found out that my friend is already making sweet epidermis love to it as he purchased his weeks earlier. I realized that online shopping at 1AM induces incredible irritation to my mood mostly because I'm fighting my eyelids closing on me and some websites wait to mention shipping locations after you've bagged hundreds of dollars worth of mass market goodness.

Anyway, I had a couple of hours to kill the other day and went gallivanting through random stores until I found myself walking into a craft store. It never appeared to me the creative freedom one has once enveloped in such a DIY atmosphere. I left with a bag of the most adorable miniature teddy bears, a ceramic starfish and seaman's anchor, miniature hangers, and a bag of pins. My little trip to the craft store resulted in the creation of three of my new favorite brooches.

Photobucket

Too bad the ceramic pieces are inconveniently heavy thus weighing down lightweight t-shirts. I better skedaddle out of here before traffic gets all kinds of crazy. Oh, and a huge Congrats to Rumi over at fashiontoast for her most recent endeavors! Your legions of worshipers (including myself) are proud of you!