photos by Colin
Pelican bag, you’ve served me well even though I don’t know what you could possibly have to do with water birds. Behold me confused on the grass last night before the XX and Phoenix made life perfect. One more day left!
It’s been a few years since gladiator sandals have registered in my mind as a thing I do but this merrily embellished, moderately heeled version seemed like a choice to wear simple summery pieces with. There’s a slight New Mexico gift shop quality to them that I really enjoy the challenge of toning down. Here’s yesterday at the festival because yes I think I have accidentally permanently relocated to Palm Springs.
Sunday’s look at Diesel’s takeover of Tally Horse Ranch in La Quinta. The perfectly beaten up belt was one of six that I bought from a vintage store by the Tribeca Grand last September, I’m set for life now and it’s a good feeling. I looped it through a tiny pair of Iro shorts and tucked in BCBG’s perforated tank to properly display the buckle. So glad I didn’t wear a dress so I could preserve some dignity while plummeting off a seesaw about five minutes after these shots were taken. The only thing that makes you feel even more nostalgic than mounting a seesaw in the first place.
Flower crowns were being made on the spot at the Lacoste party and now I’m obsessed with you, Cult Gaia. They were using real flowers at the event (head smelled perfect all night, face was tear stained over the wilted petals the next morning) but the fabric versions online seem almost as magical. Daisy version!
photos by Colin Sokol
(Zara shirt, Ksubi Alberceque shorts, Chloé sandals, Balenciaga headband)
Leave it to me to wear multiple Jesus-reminiscent pieces at the same time. And heeeey speaking of which, I put together 5 festival-ish outfits for E! Online so be sure to check them out here. I’m headed out to the desert this afternoon..see you guys in Coachella!
Ombré hair is the most brainless, commitment-free hairstyle – roots aren’t even part of the vocabulary and you get to enjoy the mental freedom of being one minor haircut away from being a single process girl again. Getting it there in the first place is the complicated part. I’ve had so many colorists just not get how to execute the highlights in a lighthanded, subtle way, even with what is essentially a power point presentation I’ve created on my iPad to try to avoid misunderstandings. This happened yet again last November and I made it through an aftermath that involved getting it re-dyed darker, chopping off the ends, and conditioning it with every mask I read even one good thing about. This seemed an acceptable strategy until a couple weeks ago when I realized that the lowlights had faded away completely and I was blonde enough to look completely blonde in some hats. Not wanting to screw around this time, I went straight to the experts at Frederic Fekkai last week to tone down the blonde and I think I finally have reason to never go anywhere else again. People are always Formspringing me hair questions so hopefully this helps you avoid the dreaded multiple trips to the salon – ask for Begoña and nothing bad will happen to you.
These heels add a sleek purposefulness to everything, I love adding them to more undone looks. I’m even alright with what I would have thought until recently was such a noncommittal heel height, something weird going on here.
photos by Ben Baller
Thank you Ben aka the most unlikely DSLR handler I personally know for taking these photos this past weekend in Hancock Park. I love how they came out! I wore the ideal blank slate of a jumpsuit with Elizabeth and James t-straps. I probably should have taken a shot of his shoes too because they were BLINDING and they had some sort of story associated with them about being in scarce supply in a global context. Next time.
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