Growing up. Isn’t that an odd thing to think about?

When you’re 8 years old and mad at your parents because they won’t let you go out with your friends - all you wish for is to be a grown up. When you’re 15 stuck in pre-calculus class all you can dream about is becoming famous so you can get a free pass to adulthood and not be in school. When you’re 20 and in college all you want to do is find your husband and your career path so you can have a home of your own. When you’re 25 and on the work grind all you strive for is to climb that corporate ladder and not be the “new hire” anymore.

And then…at what point do you know you’ve grown up? When do you arrive at…adulthood?

For me, now just a few years until 30, I am beginning to understand how growing up is never fully an “arrival” but rather a calm and necessary progression along the road of life. To best express this I have made a silly list of a few sign in my life that have read “Amie, you are growing up” …so here is that list

  • I can tell my body reacts the best to healthy foods. This is an obvious statement but for 25+ years of my life I would have chosen a bag of chips over an apple any day. But then, I realized how my body reacts terribly to dairy, sugar, heavy meats, and a bunch of other crap I had been enjoying. Thus leading me to begin a somewhat vegetarian/vegan lifestyle these last few months and since then…I haven’t missed much. So now I’d take a quinoa bowl with grilled veggies and tofu over an in&out cheeseburger with grilled onions any day of the week. This, I tell myself, if a sure sign of growing up.

  • Continuing on the topic of food…COFFEE. I have officially developed a deadly habit of needing blazing hot black coffee every single morning of my life. I feel incomplete without it. It is dramatic and it is true. No cream. No sugar. Just strong black coffee.

  • When shopping, I now read every tag for the fabric the garment is made out of. Why?? I turned a new leaf and realized I don’t want too much polyester touching my skin and prefer cotton and natural fibers…who am I a 75 year old zen Chinese grandma? Possibly. I also am hyper aware of what I put on my face. I somehow have become obsessed with face cleansers, moisturizers, sun screens…you name it, i’ve googled it.

  • A perfect night out with my girlfriends is a chill yet nice restaurant with at least 4 stars on Yelp, mature waiters who pour you a glass of wine like a professional sommelier, and candles on the table. There has to be candles on the table.

  • I recently felt the sudden urge to buy myself a pair of Manolo Blahniks. 20 year old Amie would have said, “Manolo who? Is that an icecream flavor?” but 27 year old Amie says, “I am a European size 38 and I want a stiletto heal, pointed toe…yep, the one with crystals on it.” WHO HAVE I BECOME??

So there you have it ladies and gentlemen…just a few signs of the time <3


There was a point a few years ago (in Japan) where I had VOWED to never buy anything from Zara ever again. The cause of this was when the patch on a jacket I had bought there came off just after a few wears and I immediately lost all trust in the quality of the brand. Welp, recently the creative people at Zara pulled a fast one on me and decided to not only hire some magical stylist to prep their new catalogue, but also hired some awesome people (person?) to photograph it all leaving me COMPLETELY in awe that this relatively affordable brand could produce some high-fashion editorial photographs.

SIGH…I wish I could have stuck with my vow to stay far away from a brand like Zara who pushes fast fashion and a ridiculous amount of products per season/store…but when you take photos like this I CAN NOT IGNORE IT.

Here are some of my favorite shots…

take all my money…


When you spend enough time in a place like Japan…and in a city like Tokyo for that matter…you can’t help but find yourself in AWE of the buildings around you. From the look of some high end designer stores (in Omotesando and Ginza especially) to the one-of-a-kind personally designed family homes…Japan has got to hold some of the world’s most incredible structures. What I love about it is that the homes and buildings in Japan are so different from the types of dwelling places we have here stateside. Here in LA, houses are all about square-footage, curb appeal and a big yard. But in Japan…they seem to focus more on the overall design of a structure, it’s functionality and cleanliness.

With that being said, if you were to ask me what my dream house would be I would have to answer…”A house with a modern, sleek, minimalistic exterior…with tatami mats, shoji screens and a traditional Japanese vibe on the interior.”

OR I would simply send you these photos so you could get an idea : )



My sister and bro-in-law welcomed their 4th baby into the world… a perfect little boy named Peter <3


He is perfect and we love him!


This past weekend my heart was full after a trip to SF with my high school best friends. These are the girls I grew up with, survived middle school with, played on basketball teams with, sat through pre calculus with, applied for college with, entered the work force with and cried, laughed and danced through life with.

What I have learned from them is that, no matter how many people you encounter as life goes on, there is something irreplaceable about your childhood friends :)


I made a special video of our weekend together that I think speaks louder than words <3