(Mademoiselle jacket, Erin Wasson x RVCA tank, Love Leather skirt, Alexander Wang Liya pumps)
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.
(Iro Zayne dress, Barbara Bui bucket bag)
Shot these on Sunday after flying in from London in the afternoon. I dropped my bags off at my house, threw on this little Iro dress I got in Paris, and got the hell out of there before my bed started whispering everything alluring to me. Managed to make it through drinks and a dimly lit dinner before everything transitioned into slow motion and effective human interaction was no longer an option. But no jet lag! Score.
Iro is one of my favorite French brands, I visited their shop in Le Marais twice to make sure I had scoured it the right amount. And I feel like I’m 80 percent more Coachella ready because of it. The best non-boring everyday pieces, and yay now they’re finally opening a store in New York. If you’re wondering how difficult it was to force myself to choose the army green over the white, it was right around a level 9.
(Alexander Wang sweater, Love Leather perforated skirt, Proenza Schouler woven leather boots and PS11 bag)
Toes and torso out, neck and ankles in, zero repercussions. LA inspires transitional dressing in a way no other city could by never actually transitioning.
photos by Colin Sokol
(JW Anderson for Topshop denim shirt, Theysken’s Theory denim shorts, Topshop boots)
Made out pretty huge at the new Topshop at The Grove, this shirt being the score I was most triumphant about. So clean and just nautical enough, I love how asexual it is buttoned all the way up. If only because it invites balancing that factor out with the tiniest shorts I own (saying a lot). Perfect for a winter day in Venice Beach.
photos by Colin Sokol
(Isabel Marant jacket, vintage shirt, J Brand Super Skinny leather pants, Zara boots)
An outfit from earlier this month in the Bay Area…Hong Kong is spoiling me with perfectly mild in-between weather that just sort of requires a jacket nearby during the day but I’m already getting nervous about the arctic tundra of New York fashion week around the corner. This was intensified when I saw a photo that Behati Prinsloo Instagrammed of a gushing fire hydrant that wasn’t actually gushing because the water had frozen stiff. That’s like White Witch devilry! It was in the low ’40s when we took these shots and I was already making a beeline for my car’s heated seats. Ok so this wasn’t the most intricately layered look but this jacket is crazy warm like a burning cloud. So my question is how are you actual winter dwellers doing it? At what ° does personal style start to matter less? Can you use the degree symbol like that? Ok three questions.
