May 31, 2011

The Last Supper

1. Marcus Leung, Buyer for Acrimony SF 2. Nida Thaingtham, Model 3. Krse Six, Black Plastica 4. Jeremy Forson, Visual Artist 5. Jerome Pour Homme 6. Trevor True, Muse 7. Anthony Deeying, Photographer 8. Erin Frederick, Stylist 9. Ali Cohen, Agent at Ford Models SF

I wanted to celebrate my quarter life crisis 25th birthday by having a small, intimate, interactive dinner. What started out as your typical "I have hella Asian friends and we all love hot pot" dinner became THE LAST SUPPER OF MY EARLY 20s. It was a joke at first, but when we were "cooking" up ideas and locations for the night, we settled on Anthony's studio. A few weeks later the backdrop was set up, dinner was served, and the final product revealed. I was gunning for 12 apostles, but this group of 9 was perfect. I don't know a Judas (Jud-ah-ahs), and I can assure you I am no Jesus. But at least now you can put names to faces :)

Dinner was delicious. Marcus happens to be the master at throwing hot pot dinners. Make sure you host hot pot dinners in a well ventilated room. There was a brief period of spicy air that filled the studio that made our eyes water. Whatever, the smell made my mouth water even more. We had one spicy pot and one regular, with beef, pork, tofu, spinach, mushrooms, and other greens and fungus to cook. I highly recommend it. Aside from the fish balls, even my gluten-free partner Jeremy and friend Erin could eat everything. This was such a fun way to get together and celebrate with friends without going to a bar or the same restaurants.

Also, the Birkin Summit was held at my birthday party. Pictured are my 35cm Bleu de Malt Clemence, Anthony's 40cm Noir Togo, Erin's 40cm Gris Tourterelle Togo, and Ali's 35cm Noir Togo Birkins. DANG. I wish I had taken more pictures of my guests and the food, but we were all having such a good time that we honestly just forgot.

I suppose I am not that old. However, some days later while I was at work it randomly hit me that I am in my mid 20s. I almost fell off a step ladder. Goodbye, early 20s! In your honor, there was a glorious celebration and artistic photographic evidence. Here is to another year of fun, style, and blogging. Something to look forward to: My next birthday is my Magic/Golden birthday (I am turning 26 and was born on the 26th) and I have all year to think of the next photo inspiration... so far I am thinking Botticelli's Birth of Venus??

- jerome

May 26, 2011

Life: Day 9,125


Happy birthday to me! My quarter life crisis is going smoothly so far. And nothing says "Happy Birthday" like having an exclusive published with The Fashionisto. Check out my latest collaboration with Anthony Deeying. I am so proud!

I have been dying to share these images, but keeping projects under wraps until publishing is part of the business! For the full story, check out The Fashionisto. Now I am off to go eat and shop. It's my birthday!!

- jerome

May 23, 2011

An Open Letter to My Allergies

Dear Allergies,

I am doing my best to get over you. So far, this has been an amazing birthday month personally and professionally. I am doing my best to keep up with my blog as a way to stay connected to creative energy. One day I will be able to write and make things pretty for a living, but until that day comes, I need to maintain my website. So allergies, please stop being a pain in my behind and let me go. Making me stay in bed is not doing anyone any good, and I would like to finish my 24th year of life with a bang.


- jerome('s nasal passageways)

That's right, y'all. I haven't forgotten about you. Rather, I have either been bedridden, spending time with family, or working. Hopefully I will get some time to blog what is left of my month in May. Thanks for sticking around ♥

- jerome

May 13, 2011

Things That Keep Me Up At Night

Last night I couldn't sleep. The usual thoughts of Birkins and new clothes kept me awake, but there was another pressing matter that has come up for discussion: does San Francisco matter when it comes to fashion? Trying to answer this question is like opening a can of worms. This could lead to heated debates, feelings would get hurt, and so on and so forth. But let's take a step back and analyze the situation through the eyes of fashion critics. A few days ago, Cathy Horyn did an interview for Refinery29 that struck chord with me. The piece revealed:

So, your Times colleague, Guy Trebay, recently called San Francisco “the land that style forgot.” After hanging out here for a little bit, do you have an opinion on that?
“Well, I don’t know, but I would say that must be wrong. Guy does come out here fairly often. I don’t want to challenge his opinion of it, because it’s his opinion. But the world is so different now, and everybody has some kind of style. It feels like a stereotype of San Francisco.”

I am mortified that Guy Trebay would say that about San Francisco, not only because I love this city, but also because my insecurities get the best of me when a fashion writing great casts a shadow on your home base. I feel like Horyn side-stepped the question with her ambivalent answer, and I do not blame her because of her involvement with the fashion department of the Academy of Art University in San Francisco. Do you agree? Did style happen to just forget the booming metropolis of the city by the Bay? I don't think so. There is certainly style in San Francisco. It may be on a smaller scale, hidden beneath a plethora of jaded attitudes and carelessness, but it's there. There is still a small group of people genuinely passionate about the art, business, and importance of fashion. The problem for San Francisco as a fashion capital is that the majority of the inhabitants of the city lack a desire or reason to get dressed up. Simply put, no one cares.

In my 7+ years living in San Francisco, I have never felt the overt granola/earthiness that the rest of the nation claims the city to have. There is an acknowledgment of a market for vegetarian/vegan food and a large population of hippies, but generally speaking San Francisco is pretty diverse when it comes to lifestyles. It is natural that trends and styles would emerge from the many subcultures co-existing here. A stereotype that is true about San Francisco is the casual and laid-back mindset applied to appearance. For example, it seems as though your average hipster here in San Francisco is a dirty troll compared to the well-dressed hipsters of New York. In NYC, they make looking dirty just a little bit cleaner than they do in SF. I think this is because there is a greater acceptance and adoption of fashion in New York culture.

Danielle Steel's latest profile in The Wall Street Journal brings up more damning evidence. The famous writer says that, “San Francisco is a great city to raise children, but I was very happy to leave it. There's no style, nobody dresses up—you can't be chic there. It's all shorts and hiking books and Tevas—it's as if everyone is dressed to go on a camping trip. I don't think people really care how they look there; and I look like a mess when I'm there, too.” With all respect to Ms. Steel, I simply do not have functions and things to go to, but I am perfectly chic when I want to be. But she does make a valid point about looking a mess when she comes to San Francisco. It is easy to have a "day off" from looking cute when no one really cares about your clothes in the first place. This type of insight from a native wealthy San Franciscan can be a little skewed (especially since she lives in Paris now), but I agree with it to some extent. I wouldn't feel so bad leaving the house a little sloppy here, but I would be damned if I were ever caught in a bad outfit in New York. Is this because SF is my home or because fashion doesn't matter in SF?

Tonight I met a textile designer working with his wife designing women's apparel here in San Francisco. He shared my sentiments with the difficulty in building a fashion brand and business in the Bay Area, and the lack of jobs and industry as a whole. It made me think about why that is. The Bay Area is certainly known for it's tech community, and SF spawns great talent in the arts. There is no shortage of money here, but the greatest triumph in fashion for the city may be in the retail sector. There are flourishing shopping districts all over the city with an endless supply of tourism to boot. Unfortunately, fashion as a part of local culture has not developed. There is a deep understanding of the fashion world in New York, and Los Angeles has Hollywood and image as a driving force behind style. This is why when you compare SF to those other cities, it can seem completely oblivious to fashion.

I love San Francisco. It has been my home for years, and the Bay Area will always hold a special place in my heart. Fashion may not be as important here as in other cities in the nation, but I like to think that it is slowly coming along. Style can be seen in many chic people, but of course there are many fashion victims here too as in any city. Fashion plays a large role in my life and I believe that San Francisco is/could be an excellent hub for the industry one day, but it is true it has nothing on New York and Europe.

Something to think about.

And it was worth losing sleep over, I got my second Brikin this morning!! Photos and more updates soon.

- jerome

May 6, 2011

'Cause Cathy Said So

I attended the Academy of Art University's B.F.A. fashion show yesterday. Amongst big names like Nathalie Rykiel and Yigal Azrouël, two of my favorite influences in fashion were in attendance: Suzy Menkes and Cathy Horyn. Suzy Menkes did not say much for the time I was at the show (I did not stay for the awards ceremony), but her charming quaff was a surprising treat as I didn't know she would be there. Cathy Horyn did speak briefly though. Horyn is known for her brutal honesty as a fashion critic for the New York Times. I would probably faint if she was judging my senior collection. She has earned her respect in journalism, as well as her banishment from certain designers' runway presentations. Horyn was here in San Francisco to speak with the graduation fashion students and accept a doctorate in education from the AAU AND SHE DIDN'T EVEN TWEET BACK AT ME WHEN I CONGRATULATED HER ON TWITTER.

I apologize for the atrocious pictures. Saying that I had a nosebleed seat would be an understatement.

Remember that some years ago Lee McQueen himself was a guest at the graduation show of some lucky alumni. Cathy Horyn is an important and honest writer and I hope I can learn from her. She advised that bloggers should do more reporting, and less re-telling. Linking and "borrowing" from other blogs is boring and ineffective. Horyn also recommends to learn French. My blog can be categorized as a personal style blog, and sometimes a glorified shopping list of sorts. I hope when I do report the news that it be my own take and my own point of view when relevant.

Being around such respected names in fashion journalism has inspired me again. I never had an end-game when I started writing but I am reminded of the need for a creative outlet when the lack of jobs keeps you from doing it professionally. It has been a terribly trying week filled with headaches at work and allergies everywhere in between. The beautiful weather has more than made up for my slump and it was fun to take advantage of it. Back to work, and back to birthday month!!

- jerome

May 1, 2011

Baby I Was Born This May

May is birthday month. Let's get this party started.

Every year I ceremoniously plot out the entire month of May into segmented shopping trips in celebration of my birth. In an effort not to lose all of my friends seem like a brat drain all of my hard earned money in 31 days, I need to make lists of things I can splurge on for my birthday. Unfortunately I've recently developed a pretty severe Hermés addiction and clearly my list has got to be short to celebrate my 25 years.

1. The One, The Only, The Birkin Bag

I do love my Birkin. My 35cm Bleu de Malte clemence bag is like a child to me. I worked very hard to pay for it in full - all by myself. One day I will have one in black, gold, and taupe. This would be one hell of a birthday gift, but this IS my quarter life crisis we are talking about here. The clemence leahter of my Birkin is divine, but I also want to have the structure of a togo bag. I would love a 40cm, but the 35cm has proven to be a trusted and practical size. Birkins are something to collect over time :)

2. The Collier de Chien in Exotic Skin

My left wrist has sported a CDC everyday since I first acquired one months ago. I currently have 2 in suede and 1 in leather. An exotic skin CDC would be amazing, and a more reasonable and "practical" birthday present to myself. I had the pleasure of trying on a Bleu de Malte matte Alligator CDC a few days ago. Yes, it would match my Birkin, and yes I am still in disbelief of my self restraint. Hopefully it will still exist if and when I decide this is the way to go for my birthday.

3. Shoe Horn

This one is affordable and completely necessary. My poor shoes have been suffering by my laziness and hurrying ways. I have been forcing on my brogues and oxfords without untying shoelaces (am I the only one who is totally inept at loosening up shoelaces?!!). A shoe horn would fix all of this, and it would score me a beautiful orange box! There is a shorter version, but the long one allows for maximum not bending over. WIN.

Of course there are other things I want, and more important goals for me to achieve. This list wreaks of materialism, prestige, and things of this nature to the untrained eye. But I genuinely live for the heritage and craftsmanship of these beautiful things AND ONE SHOULD ALWAYS BE ALLOWED SOME SELF INDULGENCE WHEN CELEBRATING ONE'S BIRTHDAY. I will let you know how I do come the 26th. But I have already received a pretty sweet gift: Osama Bin Laden has been taken out. I am not particularly known for my patriotism, but Go Team America!! UPDATE: Celebrate only justice.

- jerome