Nothing like a day screwing around with these maniacs. I drove over to Costa Mesa (note: driving in ass-short leather skirt is just as awkward as one would imagine) to meet up with Kristin and Teen Vogue’s Andrew at the RVCA headquarters and take a look at where it all goes down. I met a bunch of people, drank trial sized Vitamin Water, and got to peer at unseen pieces from Erin’s line.
Isn’t every office similarly equipped?
A corner we didn’t sit in.
Andrew drove us over to a Cuban restaurant in his classy town car to meet up with PM and the mildly insane Tim Hendricks where we chatted about tapeworms and chest hair over plantains. This was, of course, followed by an excursion into sneakerhead-topia. I proceeded to fondle the large-ish selection of Comme des Garcons wallets and make a scene with my beloved Andrew.
I think we were actually having that much fun. We all opted out of group sangria but you wouldn’t know it.
RVCA founder PM, me, Tim. We are doing really awesome things with our hands, no?
Kristin found these rusty barrels for me..she knows I like decrepit things. Awww.
Telling Kristin what’s up.
Teaching them how to pose like a blogger. It is, after all, a fine art.
Oops..except you’re not supposed to smile.
A tiny glimpse of Andrew’s DOLLY PARTON TSHIRT. Apparently he and Erin had the honor of meeting her this week..I can’t decide whether I’m jealous or not. In the back, it reads “Dolly Parton forever“. That’s all.
Then it was time for accessory show-and-tell in the backseat. I immediately whipped out my fingerless lace gloves.
I wanted to steal all of her rings. Especially the one that looks like it should belong to Shredder. Oh, and since I always receive a weird amount of questions about nail polish, I’m wearing “You don’t know Jacques” by OPI, which I spotted on Garance when we met up in New York. Apparently Kate Lanphear asked her about it too..just saying. Anyway, read her hilarious tale about it here.
Her nonchalant face. People asked for more Kristin so I tried extra hard to document her, as difficult as she made sure to make it.
Warehouse pictures are never too exciting. But warehouses themselves are.
Andrew likes them too.
The end…thank you to all of the above, and for the phone call on the way home
PS for more randomness and weird factoids about me, check out Miss at la Playa’s Fantastic Four Feature.