Lena Vazifdar

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Lena Vazifdar

I was born and raised in Northern California, and in a span of six years I lived and went to school in Seattle, studied in Barcelona, and taught English in Tokyo. I've seem to have come full circle, and am now back in San Francisco. Other than writing, things that interest me include: traveling, experimenting in the kitchen, eating delicious things, creating art, art history, taking photographs of random things, puppies, laughing as much as possible, trashy reality tv shows, good music, the beach, everything and anything Barcelona, Tokyo, shopping in Tokyo, fashion, exploring and getting lost in new cities, good movies, Architecture by Gaudi and Gehry, Sleeping in, and getting away from the city.

Stories by Lena Vazifdar

For many of us, there are a few beautiful aromas that we associate with the holidays. The smell of freshly baked cookies, gingerbread, and evergreen...
Every day, millions of consumers around the world wake up to a mug of steaming English breakfast, Darjeeling, or green tea. It’s a universal...
Since Google was created, it has quickly found its way onto millions of Internet-literate people’s computer screens. It’s not only a noun...
The H1N1 virus has become the norm these days, cold season is officially in full effect, and increasing numbers of consumers are trying to figure out...
Street signs are imbued with a vibrant quirkiness. Candid, revealing snapshots of drunken partygoers take the viewer back to a New York City bar in...
The champagne bottle was tilted, half-full, and waiting to be sipped. It looked as if it were about to spill at any moment, causing a tragic trickle...
I was exhausted. Sweat slowly dripped down my brow and my cotton tank top stuck to my body like damp armor. We had been traveling the dusty roads of...
I have no children, I’ve never been pregnant, and the idea of having children at this point in my life scares the living crap out of me...
At seventeen, I thought I had it all: cool friends with fake IDs, a full agenda of weekend parties, and my car—Tyrone. Tyrone was my grey...
The toll of church bells echoed to years past. Its melodic chime signaled another hour’s passing, but for many youth that day, it gestured the...
The blush colored blossoms drifted like snowflakes, coating the concrete in delicate splotches of pale pink. Morning glories unraveled their sleepy...
Hip fashionistas lined the alabaster walls of the closet-sized bar while green and pink neon lights illuminated the small discotheque. Trendy model...
Widely recognized as a painter first, and then a sculptor, Matisse himself has been quoted saying; “I did my sculpture as a painter. I did not...
This dish reminds me of humid summers spent in Japan at my grandparents’ house in Iizuka. Wide eyed in the kitchen, I watched intently as...
Cool off in the sultry summer heat with these delicious warm weather concoctions—perfect for lounging at the beach or a poolside barbeque....

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