(Forever 21 hat, vintage jacket and sweater, generic thermal, Topshop patent leather skinnies, Jeffrey Campbell boots, Grey Ant sunglasses, gifted Soixante Neuf/Planet Blue hammered ring, vintage bag)
The day I found my Topshop over the knee boots. All I can think about when looking at these is how evil the wind was on every other street we turned down.
ph. by Colin
(Something Else by Natalie Wood zipper sweater from Black Box in Auckland, American Apparel bull denim shorts, Forever 21 leopard tights, LD Tuttle boots)
Hopping around a field and high on nature, baring shoulders at 46 degrees, watching the crows fly ahead more slowly and quietly than in a dream, letting the wind feed me my hair, running and talking faster and faster to keep warm, falling and not caring, forgetting about almost everything. Ten minutes on a Sunday.
ph. by Colin(vintage faux fur, FCUK dress, Target sheer tights, Topshop boots, Headmistress headdress, OPI polish in Done Out in Deco)
I’ve worn this dress so much that what used to be a full bib of sequins gave way and I just tore them all out. Scissors and razor blades solve a lot of my wardrobe problems.
Obviously these are from Tokyo. There are no magical tunnels of blue light in California. Or are there? Anyway, I love you old ragged dress but I think it’s time for me to buy some new clothes.
(Yesstyle jacket, LF sweater, American Apparel shorts and lace tights, Sam Edelman boots)
Late afternoon coffee run and a smushy jacket from Yesstyle.com…which, I’m sorry, is impossible to navigate. I recommend looking through it via Polyvore if you actually want to find anything.
(Scout tshirt dress, vintage suede fringe..thing, Topshop boots, Balenciaga bag)
Some thrift store finds are a little more grossly perfect than others..this loincloth/belt (see it more clearly here) is starred up, studded up, and double belted up. And it cinches in tightly at the high waist where nothing ever fits me. Quadruple win. One of my friends is convinced it’s a cropped single thigh chap (questionable singularization acknowledged) for the burlier cowboy. But the minimal sense this makes fades the more you try to conceptualize it logically. So loincloth it is. Then again this is the same man that asked me today what kind of berry gatherer I would be…”Would you pluck them individually? Or bunched? Why did I ask, you would pick each single morsel and place it in your satchel. You should do a shoot with cavemen.” Prompted by me telling him how much of a relief it is to be free of corrective lenses so that were I to be suddenly time warped to the Neolithic I wouldn’t be the weak myopic one in the tribe. Since you were wondering. And I know you weren’t. Worn with tshirt dress I never knew what to do with before, second day hair, my most beaten up bag, and a magical double shadow in a crazy crosswalk the earth is determined to split open.
By the way some of you have noticed I’ve been posting some odd photos here and there lately..it was the closest thing to a New Year’s Resolution that I had to start taking more pictures…I used to screw around with photography and sort of stopped for no reason at all. It’s felt kind of good to play around with it again. But of course Colin’s photos will continue to reign..we tend to have very different takes on the same situation and his will to experiment with photography as far as his mind will take him has never ceased to amaze me.
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