Plastic is Perfect.

Last year, my best friend had her quinceanera, making me, one of her damas. To ensure I was properly fitted for this title, we crossed the border into Agua Prieta, Mexico to get our nails done. I sat in the back of a bodega for three hours while Nadia decked my nails out in glitter and jewels. I had arrived with naked hands, and walked out with the biggest fashion in Sonora.

A few days ago, I decided to take a trip down to get another gotti manicure. Yes, its no fun typing, and I refuse to open a can of tuna, but I can't help but love the new accessories that sit upon my fingernails.

While enduring this beauty session, I wondered why I had to go to Mexico for a nice manicure. Asia rocks this style even more mad then Central America. Why hasn't the US jumped on this wild bandwagon?




You may have noticed fantastic phalanges like these on YouTube. Michelle Phan? Willow Smith? Oh, how I hope America embraces what I'd like to be an upcoming fashion statement.

Madame Smith:




Lady Phan:







Are you in love? Follow these links to deck out your own digits:

www.kawaiinails.com

http://www.etsy.com/search_results.php?search_query=fake+nails&search_type=handmade

New York -vs-LA

I recently read an article by Joe Zee in my monthly Elle subscription. The piece was about New York grunge style, versus the bohemian queens of Los Angeles. I couldn't help but question my own style, and what fashion capital I belong in.

I came to this conclusion:
undecided.

My closet is full of dreary hues and hardcore fabrics, but that doesn't mean i don't like to soak up some rays in a sun dress complemented with strappy sandles?

What capital are you? New York's tough rebel, or LA's busty, bronzed, blondie?