Weird amount of things that I love going on with this little suit for being so simple – one piece, passable as pyjamas, hooded, smushy knit..and the easiest thing to throw on in three seconds when running out the door. Though the chances of having to do that might be slim since it’s also become my default for lazing around the house. Possible step backward.
I have a million boring things to do tomorrow before driving up to LA for the weekend to welcome Bryan for his first visit to California. Halloween ideas are non-existent..and I was so sure that inspiration would have struck by now. Slowly starting to scramble.
The Acne Hybria boot..a little more understated than the Admire style..as pretty as those looked in khaki when I visited the Acne store in Stockholm. Twice. I’m into the counterintuitive zipper placement and smoothly rounded toe. Never enough black ankle boots…I need to line them up and knock them all over like beautiful dominos while giggling maniacally. Just kidding. I probably wouldn’t do that.
(vintage silk shirt, Pendleton x Opening Ceremony wool shorts, Jeffrey Campbell taupe Lita shoes, Balenciaga bag)
Sunset at Presidio Park in San Diego, a park that no one seems to care about based on its dependable desertedness. It’s high on a pinnacle above the tourist trap they call Old Town and overlooks a tangle of freeways heading to the beach…so many people drive around the base of it every and I’m pretty sure they never look up. I got these shorts at Opening Ceremony in LA..I think I like that they’re so thick and warm for how short they are. The slanted cut kills me. Actually a weird number of pieces in my wardrobe fall under this cozy/barely any surface area category so maybe I shouldn’t be so surprised that my first Pendleton purchase would look like this instead of some sort of useful outerwear type of thing. Worn here with my favorite top and bag.
Some of my favorite products:
From a couple weekends ago at Paramount Studios, during the last full-on heat wave weekend we had here. My friend Andrew (Teen Vogue’s Style Blogger – Bryan and I mock him endlessly for not having an actual blog whilst throwing that title around) came out to LA to make sure everything went smoothly ie. accompany me while testing out Toast’s red velvet cupcakes and having drinks at bafflingly farmy smelling bars, peruse Pendleton at Opening Ceremony and try to convince me I needed a pair of Alexander Wang boots I probably need but continue to resist, and introduce me to the crooners at Dresden. Tangents. The party started off with a show put on by Michael Kors around the fountain, and the paper lanterns hanging in the trees and white couches scattered across the grass made for a beautiful scene. This month’s cover girl Lauren Conrad was in attendance looking impossibly polished, Alexa Chung DJ-ed, Amy Astley was as gracious as ever, and Andrew ran around looking slightly worried until we migrated to Hemingway’s so that actual worrisome things could happen.
What really matters: I’m joining in the choir of Lita obsessers. These are the most comfortable shoes to boost one so high, ever.
I’m working on a project with one of my favorite boutiques Revolve that kicked off on Friday with a shoot in Venice Beach. The relentless gloom was perfect for the fall pieces I chose: chunky knits, velvet shorts, leather leggings, and that awesome scraggly Free People jacket that Abbey Lee wore with like, a nightgown at Paris fashion week.Actually add in one almost non-existent wisp of a thing too, the Dermis dress by Stone Cold Fox. David Rodriguez tried out a couple hairstyles on me that I would never have dreamed up..first it was feathers (we held a pretty serious conference over coffee on what color to use and decided on this very uh “natural” yellow..as in hot pink and turquoise were the other options), then an upward braid-rooted topknot inspired by the hair at Sass & Bide this season. We shot till all the churro stands were closed and cops started barking things at us from SUVs and finished the night off at M Cafe.
What I wore to the Salasai show..had 22 hours in LA in between New York and NZ and came home to a good sized web order from Forever 21, most of which was included when I repacked. The simple black skirt fits perfectly, very straight to the knee and flared the rest of the way down, and the top filled a long standing Chanel-induced star print void in my wardrobe.
(vintage shirt, Dannijo and vintage watchband necklaces, UO longline bra, Levi’s, Topshop Andi boots, Theory bag)
An outfit I made up in the backseat of Bryan’s car out of basics I’d stuffed into Colin’s backpack over the course of a few days. Tights are always the most entertaining to battle in small spaces. But they’re also my favorite thing to wear in the rain (they never get as miserably soaked as pants)…along with platform shoes for the freedom to step directly into smallish puddles. This bag makes everything look like I wore it on purpose.
Miss you Bryan. Luckily we get along with each other’s boyfriends..though I am jealous that he’s hanging out with Elin in Stockholm right now. The diner from the first photo = worst food + best random 3am conversation. Oh, and every time we go out to eat he spills ice water a centimeter away from spelling certain disaster for either my technological devices or clothing or general temperature. But he never actually gets me. What is that Bryan?
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