mercurial inspiration

a real look inside the tk sweatshop below.  thread scraps on leather scraps.  it all comes together eventually.

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Since being back and forth between New York and San Francisco over the last 9 months, each coast of my friends, old and new, has heard a parallel storyline consisting of my passionate touting of New York and contempt for San Francisco.

The story goes something like:

“Ugh, this would never happen in New York.”

“Sure I’ll concede that there are likely more interesting and intelligent men here, but they’re all so passive and don’t make eye contact so I won’t meet them anyway.”

“The only thing I’ve missed about SF is that Napa is only an hour away.”

“It’s low-carb if I get the bagel scooped out.”

At least I’ve been consistent across coasts right? Same line of argument: NY > SF


Sorry y’all (to both friends on the best and west coasts). Let me take a moment to formally apologize for being such a curmudgeon about the golden coast.  San Francisco is lovely (ish) – and believe me, I cannot believe I’m saying this. 

But the thing is, I met someone last night……………….. (I’m rolling my eyes at half of you right now.)

who changed my mind about things a little bit……………………….. (Seriously though?)

*take all of this with a grain of salt because I’ve been juicing and listening to Serial for the last few days.

She could’ve been a fashion girl I’d have met at a party on either coast.  A little chic, a little standoffish, cordial.  But she said something and it made me feel weird feelings.  All at once, what she said:

  • made me want to soul-sister-high-five her,
  • made me want to walk away from her,
  • sparked the ambivalent contrarian in me,
  • and invoked this rush of happy-sadness for where my mind has been for the majority of this year.

She said:

“There’s no inspiration in San Francisco.”

and I think my face made one of those wiggly-eyebrowed, super-tk-emotive, looks of confusion.

“Like there’s no art,” “there’s nothing inspiring,” she continued, asserting that design and creativity could only flourish in a city like New York where inspiration exists.

So my brain goes:




I’m no SF-patriot, but I couldn’t cannot get behind that.  Because I believe that no one should be a shell of one’s optimal self outside of ideal coordinates.

F*cking adaptable user experience.

So, I went home early, pulled out my chalk, shears, and a wool from Mood (that a dear friend got me years ago and I’d been saving for one of these moments), closed my eyes, and found some intercoastal inspiration.

[Exhibit A] :

| racer front | dropcrotch | wool | romper | boom |

(oh, and clearly unfinished, but yes, that is black leather detailing)

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Don’t get the wrong idea, San Francisco; I’m still madly in love with Brooklyn (and I have a feeling that Long Island City, Queens is trying to make a move).

I just want to believe that if you’re lucky enough to truly find your good place (of inspiration, of love, of ambition, of excitement, of whatever..) that it won’t be so fleeting if you decide to spend a few months somewhere completely different doing something completely different.  Because if it’s real it will stay and adapt and grow with you.

 I’m definitely getting an epic bagel this weekend. xx.

Fall for Everything: Transitional Layering

I love the summertime.  It’s so fun, carefree, romantic, and warm (clearly); after all, people get so into it that they write songs about summertime emotions that they feel.  But we’re moving on, year; aren’t we?  Don’t get stuck.  Don’t get left behind.

There are merits to autumn as well – one of my favorites is transitional layering…and hats. See below.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA | Goorin Bros. hat Everlane silk & shortsleeve sweat shirt | Zadig & Voltaire sequin shorts (similar) | Céline Phantom tote |

Photography: Samuel


sweet potato crust pizza with squash blossoms, figs & goat cheese

Lately, I’ve been all about the chia seeds.  Perhaps it’s all in my head, but they keep me full and pumped with energy – rather than my 2 usual consumption cases of 1) not having time to eat at all or 2) eating all of the pizza.  It was Monday night, I did not have any #weekendtk plans, so I got some sweet potatoes and wanted to make a guilt-free pizza!  Here’s how it went:

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  1. Peel and chop up 3 small – medium sized sweet potatoes and add them to a pot of boiling water with:
    • half a teaspoon of coarse sea salt,
    • half a teaspoon of cayenne (if you’re a spicy chef comme moi),
    • half a teaspoon of ginger (I used ginger powder, next time I might try freshly ground).
  2. In a separate pan, heat up a tablespoon of olive oil and throw in 4-ish cloves of coarsely chopped garlic. Cook for 2 minutes.
  3. Add in your prepared squash blossoms (2-3 cups; they cook down a lot) and cook for an additional 3 minutes
    • How to prepare squash blossoms, you ask?:
      • Cut off the ends
      • Strip stalks of epidermis (OMG, I’m such a nerd, but honestly, what else do you call it?)
      • Wash thoroughly
      • Dry
  4. Set aside your squash blossoms
  5. Once your sweet potatoes are soft enough to easily pierce with a knife or fork, drain the water and add in about one third of your cooked squash blossoms
  6. Mash that mixture up really well (I actually used my hand blender – thanks MKB!)
  7. Add:
    • three quarters of a cup of almond flour,
    • one quarter of a cup of chia seeds,
    • one teaspoon of baking soda,
    • and half a teaspoon of coarse sea salt to your mash.
  8. Knead that. Knead it like you mean it.
  9. Press the dough into your lightly olive-oiled baking pan in whatever shape you want to make your pizza (it should be about 1/3 to 1/2 and inch thick)
  10. Bake that at 400 degrees Fahrenheit for 15 minutes or until the edges look slightly browned and happy.
  11. Take that out of the oven and add your remaining squash blossoms to the top – bake for an additional 7ish minutes.
  12. Top with figs and chèvre and broil for an additional 3 – 5 minutes.
  13. Eat.

Bon appétit!

Huckleberry Kim