Colin’s brother Ryan is a little camera shy but hang out with us long enough and there’s no avoiding it. We brought him home with us after Thanksgiving dinner to meet up with some friends of mine from LA and spent the night and next day playing with their dad’s RIDICULOUSLY amazing camera, getting awkwardly competitive over Taboo (there were allegations that I turned up the music every time it was the other team’s turn..pshh yeah right), trying to stop people from feeding our cats flaming hot Cheetos, feasting on tapas, and making the most of my time with Kristin’s goods.
I <3 my boys.
It feels like forever since I was in New York, but some of you might remember me rambling about taking a suitcase full of my things and meeting up with Garance in the Meatpacking District. Well the results are now up on Vogue France for the online version of ‘Une Fille Un Style’ that she’s going to be writing and photographing regularly and I could not be more honored. Thank you so much to Garance, who was so much fun to work with – hopefully next time will be in Paris!
(vintage sweater and suede fringe skirt, Chloe boots)
I picked this sweater up a while ago but haven’t worn it because I felt it needed something more. I put it on today and the multitextured semi-open knit sort of beckoned me to go at with a razor blade. Since the closest I’ve ever come to Rodarte is caressing a netted dress at Nordstrom while having a mini heart attack and I’m impatient for Topshop to release their rendition next spring, this will be my pauper’s version of the Mulleavy sisters’ holey splendor.
Are my fellow Californians stoked on the RAIN? It was too good to be able to fall asleep to the sound of it last night. I’m headed down to my boyfriend’s parent’s place for Thanksgiving tomorrow..4 years in, this isn’t really a big deal, but just in case I don’t have time to post tomorrow, I hope those celebrating have a good one!
Kristin and I headed to yet another sleepy coastal town together to run around in clothes the likes of which had apparently had never been seen there before, from all the looks and questions we fielded. Though it could have been the lying around all over the place that did it. We videotaped bits and pieces but being the video under-estimator that I am, didn’t really put much effort into it. Let us know what you guys think and we’ll put Kristin’s video editing skills to better use next time. Perhaps with some shots of the ridiculous pile of clothing that is created when our closets mate.
I don’t even know where to start with citing where everything’s from…but of note or unseen before:
(vintage jacket, Erin x RVCA tank, Topshop leopard print shorts, Target tights, Jessica Simpson boots)
There’s something to be said about the military blazer – the things never really go out of style. If you look closely in the first shot you can see my behind the ear drapey gold earring, potentially one of the coolest things I own but really annoying to try to take a picture of. We finally found a spot without the omnipresent looming palm trees..while it’s hardly cold here yet, it was rather novel to crunch around on red leaves while plaintively asking Colin if I was stepping in poison oak. And hey since he does way more for me than just stave off nature-inflicted rashes and this blog would be utter crap without him, here’s a huge thank you to my love and a pretty sweet photo I took of him in his RVCA jacket while we were waiting to be seated for sushi. I feel like whenever I mention food it’s sushi, but we really do eat it that much. I only worry about mercury poisoning sporadically.
One of my favorite little pleasures is to pore over Danny Roberts’ illustrations at his blog – he is so talented with a style that blends seamlessly with fashion..it’s only a matter of time before Lula magazine discovers him and never lets him go. I was lucky enough to have him illustrate one of my photos back in July, and I let out a little yelp when he emailed me with another this weekend. Thank you so much Danny!
Make sure to check out the prints he has available for purchase..just may have to save up for The Girls in Glasses. How sick would that be over my old man couch?
(secondhand netted top over Kain tank, Forever 21 skirt, Chloe boots, Topshop jacket)
Colin and I have been having trouble shooting outside cause we end up screwing around all day and forgetting that the light starts to suck so early these days. So we took the party indoors and onto the ancient leather couch my parents kindly handed down to me. This thing made it all the way to California from Hong Kong in the ’80s. I’ve always felt it belonged in a velvet draped library with an elderly man in an elbow patch blazer nonchalantly smoking a pipe and peering out through a monocle, but today it’ll have to make do with my new favorite object, this metal netted crop top. Part mithril vest and part fisherman’s net, it makes me inexplicably happy, especially with my crazy old lady leopard print jacket.
(Kain shirt, vintage zipper skirt, shrug, and necklace, Chloe shoes)
I swear this skirt was the find of a lifetime. Months after purchasing it, I’m still shocked that it was actually my size. Do you like my Proenza/Dellal hair? Sometimes I have a little too much fun in the studio – today it was blasting Britney and Rise Against while integrating props and flipping my locks about. So don’t worry, I’m TOTALLY kidding, this is not my new look. But how much would those weird round sunglasses that Jack and Lazaro sent down the runway on Raquel enhance? At least 5%.
And I want to thank everyone again for the amazing, lovely, hilarious, heartwarming comments from the last post..thank you thank you thank you.
(vintage crushed velvet dress and mohair cardigan that I’m so mad at myself for putting up in the store, American Apparel tights, Lyte Accessories headband, Bakers boots)
I took a break to immerse myself wholeheartedly in real life for the past few days. I’m not quite sure what it is about me that makes people feel so strongly, but my blog and my life are going to go in whatever direction that I feel like taking them. I’m never really quite sure what the point is when people say they wish I would dress a certain way or go back to something I was doing before, mostly because it implies that I should be consciously styling myself in a way to please them and just trash whatever feels natural to me at the moment, rendering my blog absolutely pointless. If you think I dress/look/act like a coke whore then surely you can seek fulfillment elsewhere on the internet. I party, I cry, I laugh, I contemplate the validity of leather pants, I take too long to call my parents back, I fight with my boyfriend, I wish I was two inches taller, I cut my own hair, I watch Heroes while snuggling my kittens, I think Michael Showalter is a genius, I constantly wriggle my toes, I’ve read everything Tolkien and Dahl about a thousand times, I love the sound of riding the train in Tokyo and the feeling of getting into a warm car, I sit on the beach and stare at the ocean almost every day, I wear short skirts…I am a normal person for everything weird and un-weird that I do. I am not a role model. Take it or leave it.
Thank you to all my readers for your sweet/hilarious/amazing/constructively critical/insightful words. Seriously.
+ a few things that I’ve been pondering
(sources: fashionchronicles, repossi, stylebubble, fashionologie, tfs, milk)
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