MEET ME AT THE MOTEL

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All the summer vibes brought me to wear ALL THIS COLOR. Also, this entire crummy motel inspired me to get up and start shooting again. 

My brother and I have been doing a ton of content brainstorming now that I feel like I'm back in the swing of things. I can't wait to share with you and as I'm sure you know, there's not much of a story to this outfit or most, so look out for the next story time. 

Products in the outfit are all mega expired. 
However, shoes/sunnies + dress are all linked to where they came from. 

Photography: Tyler Topacio

 

ALL LIVES MATTER?

I don't know if I start with personal experience, with what I have seen and been a part of to validate my feelings expressed here today or just share my feelings. But, my stories don't matter - they add to the heap of sympathizers looking to contribute, selfishly.  So. Stories aside, let's talk.

I've been fairly vocal on my platforms to share and express my feelings about things that are happening in our world, in our country. But, I've never taken a moment to write out my thoughts here on the blog. I'm not sure if I was waiting for approval, unsure of my place in the thought process or what it would mean if I put it on the internet. This morning, none of that questioning mattered. I wake up to another human gone because of some horrendous human feared another human with no threat on his life but took it because he feared his complexion. 

Why is my Facebook feed filled with unnecessary thoughts like being annoyed with a young woman recording her partner's death by cop? That livestream is what created evidence for a potential just case. If your life was in danger on a daily basis, would you not want to ensure your word was solid by capturing it live for anyone to see before you could be gone too?

Why is my Facebook feed filled with #AllLivesMatter? If that's the case, why are we not speaking up and being enraged with anger about black humans being murdered by the ones sworn to protect? As devastating and heinous as Orlando was, why is there more importance placed with your hashtags and social posts of that mass killing and not understanding that black men and women are being MURDERED because of bigoted, fearful, "protectors" in our communities? What makes Alton, Philando. Antwun, Jessica, Michael, Trayvon, Eric, Dante, Akai, Tamir, Walter and the hundreds more any less important to you as a mass killing effort of a population? If you don't believe it, do the research. Dive in and read what is happening to a targeted population. The facts are there, try to argue that this isn't a targeted, racist action against a population of humans.

Why is my Facebook feed filled with puppies, a new balenciaga bag or what you ate for dinner? Are you afraid what your friends or family will say if you stick up for what you know is right? Well, maybe you are actually racist and feel it's right to kill off a population. So go ahead, post your puppies and bags and bullsh*t. I'll see myself out. 

A friend of mine shared a written work of her friend that says exactly what many non-POC do not understand:

"Black people don't need to be convinced that anti-black racism, structural inequity and skin privilege are facts; white people do... White people have to do the hard work of figuring out the best ways to educate themselves and each other about racism. And I don't know what that looks like, because that is not my work, or the work of other black people, to figure out. In fact, the demand placed on black people to essentially teach white folk how not to be racist or complicit in structural racism is itself in exercise of willful ignorance and laziness." - sally kohn

This is on me and you and those who stay quiet because they aren't sure what to say, aren't sure who to support, aren't aware of what's going on in their communities. For those of us who have voices, with our fashion blogs and our little social media followings, we can support Orlando but we can't support a human population being executed? Why aren't we lifting our voices as a community for all accounts of murder, by reckless humans AND badge carriers taking an oath to protect? And please don't hear me wrong; I'm not saying all police are racist and murderers. But, there are those that are bad seeds and there are few that are speaking out against the bad ones which causes a majority of us to think all police are bad/corrupt/racist etc. 

So, what are the next steps, you may ask? SPEAK. UP. Stand up. Stop being silent because you're white or because you don't think people you know will react well. Stop being afraid of sticking up for your FRIENDS, your FAMILY, your LOVED ONES. I'm asking you to think about your black boyfriend, your black niece, your black uncle, your black teacher, your black best friend, your black role model, your black communities. Speak up because of them, because you give a sh*t about them, just like you do any other group of humans being murdered like in Orlando, Baghdad, Paris and Turkey. 

*Update: Listen to Savanna, an example to us all. 

Give a shit.

 

Image via Zoë Kravitz on racism in hollywood for i-d magazine

THE LIFE OF AN ENTREPRENEUR

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WHOA. It's a blog post AND a video. Yo, what's even happening? 

So, here we are with another JIG+SAW thing aka we were asked to be on panel for Lululemon Residency last month and it was incredible. I met so many incredible women on their journey of starting and existing in their business and I'm so thankful to have been given the opportunity to be present there. Thanks to my girl, Jess of Haute Hope, I sat on panel with Michele and Jordan with Jess to talk about how we started but more importantly WHY.  Here's to more coming together and more growing from one another.

Continue creating dope sh*t.

CATERER: BANG BANG BRUNCH // EVENT PARTNER: LULULEMON // HOST: JESS PUCCINELLI

HI, I'M CHRISTINA TOPACIO AND I'M A SIZE 8-14

How is that even possible you might ask? Yeah, same. 

I've always had the privilege of walking into any shop and gathering a haul of items to the fitting room and leaving with a good chuck of said haul. Well, all that has changed. 

For my 29th birthday, I was determined to find a birthday dress to celebrate my last year of my twenties. I went to ten shops or so and tried on ANYTHING available in a size 10 which is my "larger" size. The shops were a variety of department stores, boutiques and fast-fashion stores. After noticing that not only did 8 (my actual size) go over my thighs or over my shoulders, the size 10, size 12 and the size 14 did not either. Wait, what. A size 12/14 of which I've never worn in my life, doesn't fit me either? Yeah, you could imagine my surprise.

I'm all for embracing any label, as long as it fits. But, I know I'm not a size 12; my clothing at home (size 8 or 10) fits perfectly. So, what's the deal? After being defeated on my original shopping trip, I went out on a whim a few days later to some random shop near my home to give it one last try. And everything I tried on FIT. It was all size large and fit me just right, so much so that I left with a few new tops and dresses in addition to the "birthday" look. 

What's the conclusion? The industry sucks, man. Most of us watch that size label and swear to never exceed that size or to get lower in number. But, what I've noticed, after my breakdown in a fitting room at a well-known designer shop in front of a sales associate who happens to know my blog (HI!), are these designers and this industry are making size labels with all different measurements, despite that being the "correct" size you may be. Many of my old vintage items have size labels like size 22, size 4, size XXXL, and so on and each one fits like a glove. What's more, a friend's clothing line, produced here in LA, fits me perfect at MEDIUM or size 6/8. So, what's the deal? 

My original tears in said fitting room, came from a place of not feeling like I had a place, a home. I never understood my friends who've had/have issues finding wonderful items to wear to express their style; it was always a journey. I'm now in the same boat as now I no longer have the same destinations I normally did. I can't hit up the Grove when I'm searching for a fun, party dress or a new, white blouse. So, where is a girl to go? 

This post doesn't come with a solution unfortunately. I'm still figuring out "stock" destinations for myself to find great products. I may just have to go back to thrifting, which never disappointed. I'm sharing simply because I know I'm not alone in this in-between size quest. Would love to know if you have found some destinations you hit up when craving a shopping trip. 

photos by: Kaye McCoy