How IAMKARENO Styles Graphic Tees


Who loves IAMKARENO (aka beauty/style vlogger Karen Yeung)??

Everyone raises their hands.

Yeah, me too. Sometimes, the style muse doesn’t come to you and you need to search for a little fashionista inspiration. Personally, I find myself falling into the same old outfit choices and once I’m locked into a uniform, it’s hard to break out of that bubble. Checking out my favorite fashion bloggers always seems to do the trick.

So here’s a breakdown of how Karen styles a graphic tee 4 different ways:

A Little Bit Of Classic Layering 


Everyone thinks of just wearing the shirt first – not Karen. Why not get a long-sleeved shirt and pop your graphic tee right over it? Perfect for chilly weather and adding another dimension to your look, whether it’s color-blocking or adding some patterns like Karen does with her striped shirt.


Scarf Of Approval

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Hmm? If only I could find an accessory that’s chic, timeless, and tons of fun to play around with … Oh yeah, a scarf! Watching this video, I could imagine the scarf would pick – silk, bold cheetah print surrounded by a cherry red border. The fun part is, it doesn’t have to “match.” And if your graphic tee is especially grungy, pick a girly scarf for a fun little juxtaposition.


Bomb Bombers and Amazing Minis

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I fell in love with bomber jackets after seeing Ryan Gosling in Drive (didn’t we all?) and I’ve loved mini skirts since birth (or maybe sophomore year of cheerleading? Who knows?). Anyways, this look brings both of my fave things together in a look that’s at once nostalgic and flirty. It’s like Karen should be on the set of some teen romantic comedy or something.


White on White on White (With a Little Bit of Graphic Tee)

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If you’re like me, then you’ve definitely run into the following dilemma: OMG. What do I wear to match my white pants with my white denim jacket? What do I wear?? Thankfully for all of us, Karen solved that problem. Her white on white look is the dictionary definition of Easy Breezy Beautiful and a flawless way to give your graphic tee the perfect pop.

Dying to check out Karen’s full video? Find it here.


Betta Have My Budget


Yayo. Yayo. Moo-la-lah. Yayo. B*tch betta have my-


Cause even though I crave RiRi style, I don’t have a fraction of her funds and I’m definitely not ballin bigger than LeBron. So, I’ve created a new segment called Betta Have My Budget. I’m going to take a peek at RiRi’s fantastic looks, then see how I can slay the same way without spending all my savings.


Look #1 is classic Rihanna – taking something comfy/grungy/ordinary and with a couple of accessories and some sweet makeup, knocking up the chic till your street-style ready.

While you can’t necessarily strut the streets of LA in Loubs, maybe these rose-embroidered heeled boots from Charlotte Russe will come a close (and far more affordable) second. I love this big graphic T from Forever 21 Men. Why pick from the men’s section, you ask? I think it’s a well known secret among ladies that shirts from the men’s section fit better (who wants fitted when you can have comfy oversized?) and feel better (they’re just so soft). And yes, while Rad may have “cooler” tees, F21 has comparable styles at preferable prices.


Rihanna would be able to pull off a T-shirt and boots flawlessly alone, but she adds some accessories to finish off the look, the quirky frosting on the cake. First things first – the hat, in our case, a baseball cap. Maybe not as Parisian as RiRi’s beret, but c’est la vie. While found my fave beret for $1 at the local Goodwill, it might be easier for you to pick up one of the many $10 baseball caps from Rue21 – like this adorable vintage red cap featuring my favorite breakfast treat – a sprinkled donut.

Snap on a charming chain from Charming Charlie’s and you’re nearly there. Last thing is the lip. Once again, RiRi could’ve swiped up some simple gloss. Did she? Course not. Lavender all the way. And while you might want to select the violet hue to best match your makeup methods, I’m madly in love with this particular shade from Katy Perry’s Cover Girl line.

And what is this full-service head-to-toe Rihanna original gonna cost us? $73.

Now, you can talk that talk to me.


Rihanna Picture via Marie Claire

1) Human Condition shirt ($18) via Forever 21

2) Sprinkled Donut Baseball Hat ($9.99) via Rue21

3) Mixed Chains Bracelet ($10) via Charming Charlie’s

4) Katy Kat Matte Lipstick ($7.99) via CoverGirl

5) Rose Embroidered Ankle Boots ($27.29) via Charlotte Russe

#38: Do The Right Thing

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This. Movie. From the opening credits to that last shot and every scene in between, you cannot deny there is something distinct and innately artistic about the style of Do The Right Thing (Spike Lee, 1989.)

Set aside the quick, provocative, often hilarious dialogue or the chilling relevance this film holds to this day – it could be shown in theaters tomorrow and still hold no less resonance when juxtaposed within the current racial tensions of our time. This is a conversation that needs to be worked through, but I want to take a moment in this post to gush over the absolutely wonderful structure and style of the movie.

Every time a new shot came into play, I smiled at the low angle here, the Dutch angle there, the camera swipe from one character to another in a moment of back and forth dialogue. One of my favorite shots was a simple one: Sal and Mookie talking.

Shot from a high angle, it shows them deep in discussion. Mookie snatches a pizza box and slips out of frame. A few moments passes. Then, he’s back in the frame – a few more words are exchanged between the two and Mookie’s gone again: no cuts, no changes of angles, no fancy crane shots or anything. It’s simple, seamless, and wonderful.

It’s moments like this one that shows a level care, attention and a degree of freedom imbued into the very root of this film’s structure – one of many things to celebrate about Do The Right Thing.

#23: 12 Angry Men

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Some of my favorite films come from play adaptions (looking at you All About Eve) and when the final credits rolled on this particular movie, I immediately took 12 Angry Men (Sidney Lumet, 1957) down into my Top 10 favorite.

Why, you ask? It’s brilliant from head to toe. The concept alone gets me – 12 jurors whose verdict determines the life or death of an 18 year-old charged for patricide. 11 jurors think he’s guilty and only one (Henry Fonda, of course), votes not guilty.

Thus, this movie plunges into a legitimate thriller – heated conversations build, poignant plot points are skillfully revealed, and the entire movie takes place in the same location. Furthermore, it has that optimistic lilt of classic films, the idea of a hero who is truly a hero in every sense – no anti-heroic strings attached or built up dark past.

This film isn’t without moments that irked me – the title for one. I’d like to see 12 Angry People – get me some diversity here. But even this element surprised me. For a movie with twelve white men sitting at a table, the depth, range, and nuance for each character transcended the “type” you saw when they first took their seats.

Now, you take a seat, rent the movie, and have your mind blown.

Contemplations on Beauty


My little sister, on the first day I got my camera.

Beauty is an odd thing, on that I’m sure we can all agree.

This week, I’ve been thinking a lot about physical beauty – the people we consider to be “beautiful.”


My roommate Rachel, during one of our explorations to the Bradbury Building.

Beautiful people are the ones who stalk and slide across the glossy, perfumed pages of my monthly Vogue and Nylon magazines. They’re thin and stunning in that odd, almost otherworldly way. The clothes that hang upon them, the jewelry around their throats, and the purses they hold at the end of their fingers are all improved because of the beauty of the model, not the other way around.


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But I don’t look like them. And I’ve been told countless times that I’m beautiful – my mother tells me, my friends tell me, random strangers on trains and sidewalks tell me.


A picture of me taken by my friend Christina.


And I wonder, what do you say to people who tell you that you are beautiful? “Thank you” doesn’t seem like a fitting answer – it isn’t as a result of any effort of yours that you are considered lovely to someone.


My sister took this photo of a dancer from our studio, putting on her headpiece for a performance of the Nutcracker.

And where does this disparity rise – between the beauty of “ordinary people” and the beauty of supermodels and starlets of the silver screen?


My sister and her best friends in the middle of our photo shoot.

I know who decided what “beauty” was, where this American standard of beauty comes from. The dominant society through our country’s history determined countless times who was beautiful and who was not. And more often than not, people who looked like me – or people who didn’t look like an impossibly perfect Barbie doll – were determined to be in the latter category.


A picture of my friend Eva, taken by my friend Christina.

I know that at the surface, I’m the same vain, judger of beauty as most of us. I see people and categorize them in pieces – she has lovely hair, he has gorgeous eyes, they have a great body.


My cousin, while getting ready for her senior prom.

But I also know that in my experience, people become more beautiful the more you get to know them. You see them during those hidden moments – a kind word to someone they thought went unseen, the song they hum when they stand at the sink washing dishes, their little idiosyncrasies, the way their personal thoughts tumble out after being shaped in their mind.

People are beautiful.


A polaroid of me and my best friends in high school. I mean, they’re still my best friends. And we are all beautiful.

Magic in the Moonlight (Review)

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There are plenty of 1920s representations on screen; so many of them shove that Roaring Twenties glimmer in your face – not so with Magic in the Moonlight (Woody Allen, 2014).

The upbeat music, gorgeous fashion (Aunt Vanessa’s staid beaded necklace being my favorite accessory), and glossy cars were felt, not forced. Beyond the time and place, what really stood out were the characters – primarily Emma Stone as the truly endearing American psychic and Colin Firth’s insistently disagreeable Stanley.

My favorite moments from the film came from these two characters’ time spent together and the natural back and forth in their dialogue. For other moments of dialogue ran too long for the most part – saying in far too many words which could’ve been done succinctly.

That being said, there’s something delightful in the camera work of this film: holding on a pair of characters as their interaction develops and changes. It’s a fine break from all of the quick cutting we see so often and allows characters time to really fill a scene with all of their wonderful idiosyncrasies.

Not on my list of films to see, but definitely enjoyable nonetheless – who wouldn’t enjoy Colin Firth, after all?

Sing Street

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My dad hates accents. He refuses to watch the brilliance of the Sherlock TV series for the sole reason that he can’t stand their accents. When this film began and I was plunged into the throng of thick, sometimes indecipherable Irish accents, my primary thought was that my father would never see this movie. But you should.

John Carney’s Sing Street (2016) follows the tale of a boy in Dublin in the 80s who starts a band for the sake of getting close to this super cool girl.

Between the pseudo swag of these scrawny, awkward teens to the quick, dry lines delivered with complete seriousness to the ever changing nature of their outfits to resemble their favorite 80s music icons, I laughed through this entire movie. The characters are golden and earnest, their band’s music is really very good (“Drive It Like You Stole It” is my new teen anthem, even though I’m not a teen anymore), and the painful storyline of a family struggling through their parent’s separation is just as poignant as if we were living it ourselves.

The film plays up that tried and true coming-of-age lesson that we should accept who we are, be who we are, and stand up to those who try to make us believe otherwise. And while this is a keenly important message for teenagers, it’s important for all of us. This isn’t just some teen movie. It’s a great flick for anyone and everyone and I insist you check it out.

And download the soundtrack. Like, immediately.

What I’m Listening To


Image of Alessia Cara via The Guardian


Song: Alarm

Artist: Anne-Marie

Favorite Line: Karma is a bitch, yeah/Same way they come that’s the way they go

Why Listen: Well, for one: it’s super funky. And whether or not you’ve ever been in this situation, we’ve all had someone who’s let us down. Might as well fume to a good beat.



Song: Wild Things

Artist: Alessia Cara

Favorite Line: You tell me to tread/I’d rather be a wild one instead

Why Listen: This is one of those songs you play while driving down the street, windows rolled down, all of your favorite friends packed into the car as you speed off to your next great adventure. It just taps into that youthful freedom and fearlessness to be who you are.



Song: Desperado

Artist: Rihanna

Favorite Line: You need me, there ain’t no leaving me behind

Why Listen: Speaking of another type of adventure … I can still see you cruising to this song (in a Monte Carlo perhaps?), but it’s much cooler, confident, and has that seductive edge that’s oh so Rihanna.

#82: Room

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I’ve been spending the summer at my aunt’s house in Washington, D.C. and my “room” for these past few months has been the basement. Basements are apparently a normal occurrence on this side of the country, but as a native Californian, I have a distinct repulsion to them. I don’t like the tiny slits for windows, or the way I can hear everyone’s footsteps above my head.

Something I do like is the solitude. That feeling of distinct aloneness – like my own little cave. And it was here, one afternoon, that I splayed across the pull-out bed and took a few hours out of my lazy Monday to watch Lenny Abrahamson’s Room (2015), the story of a mother and son – held captive for years in a shed before finally getting their freedom just to realize life isn’t perfect on the outside either.

Yes, Brie Larson is moving and real in this film, but most of my interest came from watching Jacob Tremblay and thinking how exciting it’s going to be to watch his career unfold in the years to come. Telling the story from his child’s perspective gives it an air of wonder and innocence, a particular way of looking at this dark, wrenching story that gives you some lift, a childlike resilience to the things that unfold.

Another thing I appreciated most were those moments of stillness – glances exchanged, characters sitting quietly about their day, seconds of quiet that let us soak in this world – a world we take for granted every day, but a world this child has never seen before.

What else is there to say about this film that critics haven’t already noted? It’s touching and has a lot to say about pain and learning how to heal after a crisis. It’s cathartic in the way films like this are, letting us live through a family’s time of hurt into hope.

Check out Room – and don’t forget your box of tissues.

#48 Gone Girl

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I don’t know about you, but I’m the kind of girl who must read the book before I see the movie. It’s the inherent bookish, literature-loving, would-be novelist in me. Yes, I am of the camp that believes the book is ninety-nine percent of the time better than the movie and I’ve stuck to that over the years.

After I blazed through Gillian Flynn’s suspenseful novel about Nick Dunne helping the police search for his wife Amy when she goes missing on their anniversary, I was thrilled to get a chance to see the filmic representation.

I was a bit hesitant about Rosamund Pike and Ben Affleck’s incarnations of Amy and Nick, but they carried the roles flawlessly – Ben infused Nick with all of his naive, clueless nuances, Rosamund made Amy’s crossover from “Cool Girl” to complete psycho feel natural and terrifying with ease. It’s also my personal belief that the supporting characters are the ones who really flesh out the film and make it a truly enjoyable affair. Performances from Tyler Perry, Carrie Coon, and Kim Dickens pushed me into the story, making me a part of the mystery enveloping.

This enveloping of the movie, however, did run a bit long. That feeling from reading the book of hungrily flipping pages to get to what’s next didn’t exactly transfer into the film. Somewhere around the end of the second act, I began to feel how time was stretching on and began to itch for this all to wrap up.

However, the wrap up was far more satisfying than the book’s anti-climactic, somewhat disappointing close. Upon finishing the book, I couldn’t believe that it actually ended like this; it felt like a hurried way to tie up all of the loose ends, but with the film I believed the tragic ending, the way Amy and Nick end up together.

While nowhere near my favorite Fincher film, this was a good one – particularly because of the author’s spectacular writing on the screenplay (for which I thoroughly believe she should have won an Oscar for). Next time you’re looking for a thriller, check out Gone Girl.