Defaulted to denim shorts today..I dug up this highly sheer silk top from Express that I bought years and years ago and NEVER wore. Mostly because I didn’t know what to wear under it, which I solved today except not really. But hey, I figured it was okay to wear it alone if I kept the blazer on. My quest to get wear out of all my shoes continues..I haven’t even bought any since the lace-up Chloes, which sadly is quite an achievement. And yes, that was only a week ago.
Blazer, H&M. Shorts, necklaces, and bag, vintage. Tank, Express. Heels, Jeffrey Campbell.
My boyfriend’s grandmother has this huge sprawling ranch right on the Mexican border that was just begging for some vintage to be shot there. Casually strewn about in one corner is everything from old mailboxes and mattresses to dusty spice jars and once-loved bits of children’s playgrounds. All that’s audible there is the sound of horses trotting and whinnying and roosters crying, which combined with the murkily overcast, humid day created a rather surreal environment. We normally try to avoid taking photos on cloudy days since it can be difficult, but I think the way these came out suits the environment pretty well. Look for some sweet jumpsuits and hot body con dresses in store this week.
T, H&M. Dress, American Apparel. Shorts and pants, RVCA. Wedges, Chloe. Cuff and glasses, vintage. Tights, Target.
A reader commented that she always has millions of questions as to how my photos come about. Well today, it pretty much went like this:
R: Let’s go take pictures with my new shoes!
C: Okay. If we go to Trader Joe’s afterwards.
Mmm yes. So we drove up to a dirt road we drove by this past weekend on the way to get Mexican food that had seemed somewhat promising. After a couple test shots we decided it wasn’t working out, so on the way home we saw this old decrepit restaurant and stopped there instead. Perhaps I shouldn’t unveil the mundanity behind Fashiontoast but well there it is.
A while ago I received an email from the extremely kind Josh from RVCA, saying that he had been following my site..we’ve kept in contact and some crazy exciting stuff is on the way. He and design director Kristin were also sweet enough to send over a very generous amount of clothing, which I received today. I have no idea how it happened since I have a pretty hard time finding pants for myself, but the black skinnies fit me ridiculously perfectly, and I am obsessed with these weird little black lamé running shorts. We all know that Erin Wasson is debuting her line for RVCA soon…I honestly can’t wait. The blending of her personal style and one of the best surf/skate companies around is going to be golden. Until then, I imagine this editorial is the closest we can get to hold us over.
Edited to add: check out Erin’s blog on the RVCA site here.
One of the best parts about blogging is you never know what kinds of inexplicably awesome emails to expect. I can’t even express how delighted I was to open an email from Danny Roberts, the insanely talented illustrator that runs Igor and Andre. His work is a seamless fantasy-like blend of ethereal, powerful, and moody, with subjects ranging from fashion models to fairy tales to infinitely expressive portraits of friends. It’s apparent that Egon Schiele is one of his most admired artists in the slightly sinewy, distorted quality of his work, but without the grotesque tendencies that Schiele was known for. Okay enough rambling.
A while ago I briefly toyed with actual Doc Martens but decided they weren’t very me, instead choosing to hopelessly pine after the Chloes that were for me the most stunning element of Paulo Melim Andersson’s collection that I jabbered on about earlier this year. Seeing them on this angsty Parisian just twisted the knife. So when I found them on a routine Yoox browse I contemplated sort of endlessly and eventually bit the bullet. So, so glad I made this irrational choice. The weird persimmon orange seriously glows, and they boost me to just under six feet (glad the boyfriend is 6’2″ at times like these). I wore them out shopping today with him and he informed my comfortably oblivious self that entire gaggles of females old and young were pointing and discussing. I’m going to go ahead and assume they were just wondering what the hell was on my feet since they’re hardly what I would call palatable to the average human. They’re actually really comfortable, though my boyfriend noted that they changed my gait in a weird way. He did preface this by saying that he likes the way that I walk in heels, adding that his brother had even noted this. Random.
In regards to my more present bangs, I tried Linda’s trim trick a couple weeks ago, realizing afterward that it wasn’t really meant for side bangs (still recommend the tip though!). Hmmm. I swear I went to college. Anyway, this left me with suspiciously un-sideswept sideswept bangs so I decided to just take the plunge and commit to the full deal. For now, anyway.
Dress, FCUK. Wedges, Chloe. Headband, Loehmann’s. Bag, vintage. Added my leather bomber jacket later.
Cutoff T, Fruit of the Loom. Skirt, Forever 21. Cape and jacket, vintage. Heels, Nine West. Bag, Anna Corinna. Gray raglan, American Apparel.
Due to unforeseen circumstances (okay, an impromptu decision to stay in a hotel), I ended up wearing this Forever 21 skirt for about 48 hours straight, but managed to make do with the random accessories in my car. For some odd reason I’ve had this vintage red cape in my trunk for about a month now, and I finally got a chance to wear it for a cold-ish San Francisco night. The only thing it’s missing is a huge hood to make it undeniably Little Red Riding Hood.
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