|T-shirt: Anthro, Jeans: AG's, Shoes: Birkenstock, Bag: Madewell, Bangle: Vintage|
When Victor and I first started dating, a big portion of our courtship took place in Chinatown - mostly because I worked right around the corner from it. We come here for Chinese groceries, for our haircuts, for yumcha lunches... And sometimes, if we're being bad, for our favourite bakery in a side street. This place has plenty of character. A little ways behind me, for instance, is a supermarket where we once - in high summer - saw a rusty shopping trolley with a cow's torso in it down one aisle, dripping blood on the shop floor. The smell was... intense. Let's just say we backed out of the store, slowly.
By the way, remember how a while ago I was seething because my favourite T-shirt had shrunk so much that I had to throw it out? Well, meet the replacement right here. This shirt was just too cute for me to resist - what is it with me and stuff that's got French words written on it?! It's also a chance for me to try out a brand that's made in America, which I think is cool. (So is my fave brand of jeans, AG, by the way. But I've never had a T-shirt that's "all-American" before.) I'm excited to see how well this holds out, it's kind of like a science experiment except I'll be mega annoyed if it does shrink, so I hardly have my scientific objectivity... Though I've washed it three or four times so far, and it's still nice and loose, so maybe there really is such a thing as an unshrinkable T-shirt?
These pictures were taken with my phone camera, and I thought I'd share some of the other things I photographed that day... this doozy of a menu, for one. I mean, the immortal seafood is all well and good - awesome business sense, in a way, to invest in crabs and lobsters that simply regenerate after being eaten. Obviously based on the same scientific principle that allows superheroes to come back from the dead with such frequency.
No, what truly alarms me is the "fire-exploded squid" further down the page. I have this mental image of burning tentacles hurtling through the air. You'd hope that at least they issue you with a helmet and flame-proof bib.
Also, we went to a department store called Debenhams later that day, where I discovered this display. It had obviously been, ah, modified by someone who's even more childish than me, so of course I had to take a picture of it.
I mean, don't even try to tell me that isn't awesome.