Blazer and button-down, Erin Wasson x RVCA. Bodysuit, American Apparel. Jeans, Rogan for Target.
Tempted to claim this is my house…I mean damn. One of my best friends Rahul rented out this oceanside mansion for his birthday last night, which obviously demanded some daytime drinking in preparation. This place was pretty out there, 6 foot hookah, fur everywhere, letters signed by Ronald Reagan hanging on the walls, vivid paintings cramming every last inch of hallway space. Oh and swords. Lots of swords. I’m assuming the owner is slightly mad/all awesome. The party lived up to the environs with Guitar Hero, hot tub action, and the obligatory tons of random people that always end up arriving. I missed the plan to dress up at night (must read things more fully in the future) so I just..put on my bodysuit. We worked on our hangovers today by lolling around uselessly on the beach before gorging on sushi and Mexican hot chocolate after Rahul calmed a distressed, ok angry, mansion owner. That vase was totally already broken. Happy birthday Rahul!
I am the luckiest girl in the world – my friends over at RVCA sent me over a bunch of pieces from Erin Wasson’s line. Nothing has ever felt more like Christmas, including Christmas. My kittens observed blandly as I gleefully removed items from the box. Each piece has the details and cuts that distinguish a basic from something special – a blazer with a lightning bolt printed back and exposed zipper, a long loose tank with a barely there back, a tuxedo jacket that looks cropped in the front but with dramatically extended tails, a jeweled jersey bustier, white leather motorcycle vest, the perfect knit high waisted skirt with gold studs down the front..ahh too many amazing pieces to describe accurately. Her inspiration from the beaches of California to New York City’s street style shines through, and all I can say is that I’m going to be living in this stuff. A huge thank you to Erin, Josh, and Kristen, and another thank you to my friend Akshay who filled in as photographer today for my jetsetting boyfriend.
The line drops Spring 2009 so get ready. You’re going to be seeing all of the other pieces here in the near future.
Jacket/vest, vintage. Skirt, Forever 21. Shoes, Chloe.
What I get when I combine a few of my current favorites. I tend to get wardrobe-stupid and forget that I own all the crap that I do, leaning on a few key pieces to get me through (sequin butterfly top, probably not going to make it). This is when I decide to reorganize or spend an hour trying on clothes dancing around to Rihanna and M.I.A. like a fool.
This outfit is from this past weekend, I’ve gotten behind in posts as usual, which isn’t aided by the fact that my boyfriend/photographer is in ROME right now for work. Yes, Rome the city. Wtf? A thousand questions arise, but mostly why am I not there with him/why couldn’t I muster $1500 last minute? And since when is he cool enough to travel to Europe for work (sorry, Caldwell, love youuu)? Oh well, apparently the humidity is at 100%, the salads suck, and everything’s closed in August or something. So I guess it’s alright, especially since I just gave in and pre-ordered an iPhone and I will apparently be spending all my money on phone bills now. My fifth grade memories (pigeons, piazzas, stracciatella gelato, pervy men) of the city will have to do. Tomorrow I am enlisting the help of my dear friend Akshay to take pictures. He has no idea what he’s in for.
I went to a new yoga class tonight, and the teacher was the most graceful sinewy being I have ever witnessed to exist. He moved like a crazy panther, which I found weirdly awe-inspiring. New goal in life: move like crazy panther.
Also, I just killed a fly with a single swipe of a pen. I am a ninja. Must disinfect pen now.
I found this completely awful 90s clubbing/possible strip club survivor secondhand, and something triggered. I wanted it. I wanted to at least attempt to master it. It is a sick thing to want a butterfly-shaped backless crop top, but hey, can’t fight the instinct. I will also note here that I had to take scissors to the lining to remove some substantial bust-enhancing cups. But not before trying it on with them still in and giggling at the sight of me with boobs. Looked weird.
I suspect that I might be the only one to kind of like the thing, but it was definitely fun to wear. I always like the shiny shinies.
Sweatshirt, American Apparel. Top, Kain. Shorts, vintage Levi’s. Boots and cuffs, vintage. Necklace, Forever 21. Bag, Givenchy.
Woohoo, lots of good stuff in the store. I get a lot of questions about international shipping, so I just want to clarify that I definitely do ship internationally..in fact it seems more than half of my customers are international. From a slouch fit crested Ralph Lauren blazer and Topshop exposed zip bandage mini I ordered that was too big for me to the perfect motorcycle jacket and gorgeous sequined jacket..something for everyone.
Today was..depressing. Watching 3 straight hours of The Tudors, nachos, snuggling with the kittens (oh Kumo isn’t possessed..he’s just Persian), and listening to complaint rock somehow only made me feel 1% better. Ugh.
So it’s as good a time as any to post these trashy-in-black wasteland photos my boyfriend took earlier this week. The American Apparel lamé dress is everything I wanted it to be, I’m going to try it belted and it looks ferosh as a skirt too. Actually worn like that it looks just like that Topshop faux-leather flare skirt that was such a big fuss a few months ago. I’m too lazy to write the items directly on the photos, but most everything is vintage except the American Apparel dress and bodysuit. Well and Chloe shoes. And Forever 21 headband. K. Pizza box. Delirious.
Pullover and boots, vintage. Shorts, vintage Levi’s. Jewelry; vintage, Target, Iwona Ludyga, Forever 21.
I love finding completely inexplicable garments like this pullover jacket thing. Removable one-sided vest? Mmmk. Huge hood? YES YES YES. But seriously, huge weird slouchy things like this work perfectly to offset all my tiny skirts, shorts, and skinny pants. I’ve noticed that I’m slowly making more use of all the athletic-inspired clothing in my wardrobe, from my Forever 21 sneaker heels to the American Apparel bodysuit to the shiny RVCA gym shorts that I’ve been living in. Gymnasium chic?
A few of you have asked what nail polish this is, it’s one of the 4 I keep in rotation for when I do my own nails – OPI’s Chihuahua Bites with some China Glaze sheer pink that I never used mixed in. The others (all OPI) – Lincoln Park in the Dark, Got the Blues for Red, and Light my Sapphire. While I’m on this, does anyone have a good basecoat recommendation? I have this sneaking suspicion that the one I’m using really sucks.
As promised. They were surprisingly good little posers, though my boyfriend redirecting their attention with a laser pointer was instrumental. The little black one we named Bijou and the gray Kumo (cloud in Japanese)..Bij is such a little prince who struts about expecting (and receiving) all kinds of spoiling and attention. He watches witheringly as Kumo crashes full force into mirrors and walls like the maniac he is before they both pass out flat on their backs for hours. If you think Pinky and the Brain, you’ll have their personalities down pat. We toyed with naming them as such, but I would feel kind of bad calling something “Brain” all the time.
Romper, H&M. Shoes, Forever21.
Bodysuit, American Apparel. Pullover, vintage.
American Apparel sent me over some of their new styles, including this sick bodysuit that fits more perfectly than is logical. It’s made of an ’80s-reminiscent super thick and stretchy jersey and I’m now coveting it in the white version too.
This is kind of sad, but I hardly ever actually make it into the ocean even though it’s only a few blocks away – it’s pretty much always too frosty for me. I think the last time I was fully immersed was Labor Day last year when the combination of Indian summer heat and too much vodka made it seem like a more friendly option (also the day I discovered that the only time I will burn is when wearing a metallic bikini top all day that reflects the sunlight doubly onto my ribs..ouch). So no harm is done if my attire isn’t waterproof.
And is there anything cuter than little surfer kids in wetsuits with sun-bleached hair? Not really.
Thank you so so much for the comments on similar hair woes and the NY tips – I’m busy putting together a master list of things I want to make sure to check out and shopping in the vitamin aisle. But so sad about Topshop!
Leopard print jersey tunic, secondhand. Heels, Marni. Cuff, Forever 21.
Short absence = WE GOT KITTENS. I am in love and have decided that they could be the solution to never being sad again. So my boyfriend and I spent the weekend doing all kinds of un-Rumi things like waiting for hours at the vet and wondering what kind of cat shampoos to buy. They are so cute I might die. Pictures to come.
Equally exciting, we are going to New York! From September 3-8 we will get lost all over the place in the city I’ve always obsessively fantasized about living in. When is the NY Topshop opening again? Any ideas for where I need to spend ludicrously? Cannot wait.
On the other end up the life spectrum, I got what should have been the easiest haircut ever (cut an inch off, fix what I did to my bangs..thanksss…) but the remarkably incapable girl ended up cutting my bangs so short they are no longer visually acceptable. Whyyy. This is probably the other reason I haven’t posted in the past couple days, the wounds are still being licked. I foresee a lot of desperate pinning and braiding in the near future, along with the consumption of as many vitamins and supplements I can scrounge up so I can delude myself into thinking my hair is growing faster. Okay I will stop complaining now. I AM GOING TO NEW YORK.
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