A Random Night With Jack

I hate Jack now…

I feel horrible.

EARLY ONSET HANGOVER.

Clothes?

In response to tons of emails and people asking me WHERE some of these clothes are from, I shall just list them below! I’m sure a lot of them aren’t selling in stores anywhere and are out of season, but some are. You can also go to The Attic in Buena Park, Justin Chon’s store, where you can find a lot of really cool streetwear clothing from The Hundreds to Foreign Family.

Here’s the list of the clothes and also from clothing INSIDE the mag in case you haven’t picked it up yet:

Justin Chon
Pants: Corduroys by BDG
Shoes: New Balance
Shirt: The Hundreds
Hoodie: New Money
Belt: Urban Outfitters

Leonardo Nam
Jeans by Nudie
Suspenders: Stylist’s own
Shoes: Yellow ALife
Shirt by 10 Deep

Aaron Yoo
Jeans by Nudie
Shoes: Pump Omni Lite by Reebok
Belt: Armani Exchange
Shirt: The Hundreds
Hoodie by Volcom

Picture SHOWN

Justin Chon
Jeans by American Apparel
Shoes: Dunk Low by Nike
Watch: Nooka Black
Cardigan- IMKING
Belt by Urban Outfitters
Fedora- Stylist’s own
Shirt: Topman

Leonardo Nam
Jeans by Nudie
Belt by H&M
Cardigan- Topman
Driver’s Cap by Banana Republic
Shoes- New Balance

Aaron Yoo
V-Neck by American Apparel
Jeans Vest by Divided (London)
Jeans by Nudie
Shoes by Creative Recreation
Watch by Nooka Green
Belt: FCUK

 

 

THERRRE you go!

KoreAm’s Sept. Issue!

Do some clothes look familiar?

Hmmm…

This is from my STYLING job a month ago~

 

PICK UP A COPY! it’s a good one!

Hello, I’m from the Los Angeles Times

I chose the LA Times what my friend Sarah, who’s an editor at Christianity Today, claims is the “Stanford of all newspapers.” Find her blog here: http://blog.christianitytoday.com/ctpolitics/

EDIT: Sorry SARAH !!

Wish me luck!

UPDATE

sorry for the LATE update guys!

Remember the post from WAY back when when I met Chelsea Korka from The Search For the Next Pussycat Doll?

Well, here’s my pic with her.

Mine came out WAAAY fuzzy, but there’s another one with my friend, Ford Model, Sunny.

She’s in a new Robin Antin-made group, The Paradiso Girls, the next “Spice Girls” she says.

Here’s a video of their less than stellar song.

From the party, I met this British girl who was way under age named Lauren who was wearing a wig to look like her fake ID, and Kelly, who’s supposed to be the Paradiso Girls’ answer to Scary Spice.

Chelsea said that life is far from being easy–she eats, breathes, and lives dance and music. Also, it’s far from being glamorous being a pop star and she said she still lives a pretty humble lifestyle with the monthly stipend she gets from the label.

Oh yeah, remember Melissa Reyes? Apparently she Robin Antin asked her to audition for the group. Unfortunately, Melissa R didn’t “fit” the overall group because of her height. So they replaced her with an uglier, taller Flip girl–uh…bad choice? But Chelsea did say the two were still really good friends…something she can’t say for that other girl who “won” the show…what was her name again?

Yay or NAY to The Paradiso Girls?

Times for MTV

So on Friday, I had two interviews for future internships.

The first one was at MTV News, based in Santa Monica, Calif. where I was hired on the spot (yay!) At MTV I was interviewed by a girl who was just one year older than I was. Her name’s E Torres and she was actually an intern for two semesters before being hired at MTV News. She told me that MTV actually likes hiring interns to join their staff and that I could possibly work for them after college. She also mentioned that a lot of on-air talent like John Norris and Gideon Yago were former interns. This all intrigued me because I am deeply afraid that I’ll be alone in LA without a job after I graduate next year.

But then when she told me what my daily tasks were, I think my mouth gaped open in disbelief. Having worked as a published writer for the summer may have spoiled me just a little. At KoreAm Journal I actually wrote a lot and published a lot of content. I was even a “stylist” for a photoshoot. I was overall proactive with my job, dangit! Here, I would be logging tapes, sending things to New York, assisting people on photoshoots, and–here’s the thing–possibly having the opportunity to…blog, all without pay, of course.

I had an interview with the Los Angeles Times right after that interview. The editor, Mr. Kuipers, was the epitome of a working journalist, a little scruffy, hair a little frazzled, shirt casually buttoned up, but very charming all the same. He was impressed by my past experiences at The Gazette, E! Casting, having my own Web site (ThePopFix.com) and Ginger TV, that he hired me also. He told me that the daily tasks I’d be doing would be data entry, but for the most part, I’d be able to write blurbs for his section (The Guide,) write for other sections, do some video content (yes!) and also report–all PAID hourly. What’s the catch? Well, if I want to get into entertainment after college, The Times really isn’t a place to be–especially if I’m going into broadcasting. Plus, I don’t even know if The Times hires interns after college.
So in short, here’s my dilemma: do I go to MTV which is far (2 hrs to and fro in traffic) without pay, but a possibility at a real job after college, or go to the LA Times which isn’t shabby either, but has nothing to really do with my future goals?
I’m realllly in a muck and need to decide ASAP! HELP?

Am I evil?

I ask this with utmost sincerity: Am I Evil?

I smirk in the mirror and glance at my smirk in the mirror as I make a faux menacing glare.

Fierce.

Then I laugh. But not evil-y.

I broach this topic after my childhood friend Sarah came over this weekend.

She reminded me of how EVIL I was when I was younger–how we were evil when we were younger. She claims that in middle school she was all innocent until she met me –much like like Lestat bringing new life to Claudia in Interview with the Vampire.

Fine,  I suppose I was evil, but what middle schooler wasn’t?

To review, she reminded me of the times when I:

-Called different nail salons making appointments for pedicures under false names and numbers of friends (guys)

-Randomly egged people’s houses on Halloween. (It’s Halloween!)

-Called this girl I hated and left a message on the answering machine saying that I was from Planned Parenthood informing that their daughter was pregnant. (She shouldn’t have had a bad rep from the start!)

-Never payed for a movie at the theaters for 3 years straight. (Totally not my fault for not being caught!)

-Told everyone at school to call this girl I hated who looked like Benjamin Franklin, “Benji” (SHE REALLLLY looks like him–isn’t that a compliment? He’s like, a celebrity!)

-Brought a brush to class and told another girl to use it to “tame that weave” (it was distracting because no one could see the board!)

…etc…the list goes on.

But I’m changed now. I’m so not evil, I swear! Really, I’m just misunderstood like Chiang Kai Shek during the Chinese Revolution, or Lenin before Stalinist Russia, or even Palin after finding out that her 17-year old was impregnated.

Today, I’m like the complete antithesis of Pinkberry–totally innocent.

Yeah, my given evil name may very well be Jafar VolKano Jaxxxsin (yes, three x’s,) and I may chuckle many times in horror much like if Ursula discovered she was eating one of her tentacles, but everyone has their own distinct, unique way of expressing euphoria, right?

Yes, most recently I MAY have punched someone at the bar I was at Thursday but that was totally by accident: I was showing people how to do the Michael Phelps dance by paddling for that gold. How dare that guy’s nose get in the way of my dancing?!

Yes, I MAY have tripped some girl and made her fall by accidentally booty busting her onto the ground, but really, the bar was packed and my badonkatronk is kinda boney, it’s not my fault, it’s in the genes!

And yes, I may have stolen the last microwave at Walmart last week from someone else’s cart–but technically it wasn’t purchased so technically it’s not stealing!

*sigh*

I could go on forever about this topic, so I’ll stop here. In short, evil is in the eye of the person who’s trying to stab you in the back with a butterfly shank scintillating in the background because they actually are really eager to cut that piece of steak you’re standing in front of.

Yikes.