Butter > Balenciaga?

Lara Stone, Lagerfeld, vintage Dior, Alexander Wang, Miu Miu silk prints, PS1, camel coats, YSL......to anyone else they're names, afterthoughts. But to this girl, these names and words are as delicious as tender, prefectly cooked mushrooms in a plate of Supremes de Volailles aux Champignons. The subtle hint of nuttiness in spiced peaches cooked in browned butter.

I never went to fashion school, i did however graduate from Le Cordon Bleu as a card-carrying ass-kicking Pastry Chef. Food is my life, my husband, my boyfriend, my lover. But if there is anything in this world that I love more than food, it's the Fashion World.

Now, it's been said that you should never trust a skinny chef. This may be so. But for a girl who dreams in Chanel, discipline is vital. Would I indulge in fresh out-of-the-oven white chocolate macadamia cookies all day, everyday if it was socially acceptable(a dollar to whoever catches the reference)? Or eat an entire triple-chocolate Bavarois(google it) if my hips would allow it? Absolutely. But for now I'll save my indulging for my the moment I can bury my nose into a fresh Elle, i-D, or a Vogue Italia.

This blog is meant for those who obsess over food & fashion as much as I do. For those who could never choose between a turquoise Dutch oven from Le Creuset, or a turquoise ring from Yves Saint Laurent.

This blog will be a mix of well, whatever the eff I want it to be. It is my blog after all. This blog belongs to that five foot nada, 105lb, pixie-haired, obsessed-with-anything-Marc-Jacobs-touches, artist, giggle box, Pastry Chef from sunny San Diego, CA. Here goes nothin'.