Some pattern mixing for a walk across a dark field..uhh or something like that. Blogging is so strange, and not only for allowing the creation of sentences like that gem there. This bag makes everything better…I bought it from a Tibetan vendor last summer at Kobe’s swap meet in San Diego, which is totally hit or miss and therefore quite exciting. And always worth it for the kettle corn and generic Sharpies from Mexico (actually those suck). Would have to take it with me if I ever moved to the desert to live in a patchwork tent with a pygmy goat. The scarf can come along too, since it’s just split in the middle and can now be worn as some sort of a slutty poncho though I’m torn on the sanity levels of this newfound option. Scary stuff.
(vintage suede coat, J Brand Martini Flare jeans, Forever 21 sunglasses, Topshop clutch, Tristan Blair wedges)
Never cold in my heaviest coat..this thing weighs about 25 pounds thanks to the most painstaking shearling lining and quilting job I’ve ever seen. You’d think I would take it when traveling anywhere cold but I can never commit to wearing it in the plane since I just picture everyone blandly staring at me as I hop around madly trying to smash it into an overhead compartment. So wintry beach it is. While we were taking these some dude walked by and slowly and somewhat drunkenly drawled “I really like the color of your..sweater”. Yes. Sweater. Thanks dude.
(Topshop dress, Egoiste necklace, Fiorentini and Baker suede fold over boots)
The only place that it wasn’t pouring last weekend- Palm Springs. Reason enough to drive out, so Colin and I packed up the car (or I took up every inch with shoes and coats I didn’t end up wearing) to stay at the Viceroy for a couple nights. I think around now is the most dead it gets out there, and the empty overcast gloom was creepily awesome juxtaposed against the time capsule of a town. I got this dress from the lovely people at Topshop Shinjuku who gave me free rein to choose three pieces to take home with me. Kid in a candy store experience. This dress (from Kate Moss’ last collection with them, so sad!) resembles a giant necklace/spiderweb and has some pretty good bell sleeves so it checks a lot of boxes for me. Could make a pretty good New Year’s Eve dress too but San Francisco is going to be a lot more unfriendly temperature-wise.
And I swear I can jump higher than that but the creepy mattress was just as sad as it looks…. it had zero give. Nice butterfly print though.
(Therese Rawsthorne dress, Zara scarf, Theory bag, fashiontoast x DANNIJO necklace, Jessica Simpson Dany platforms, Stetson hat)
I think wearing all of your favorite crap at once is a very valid way to get dressed. There was no one around for about a mile when we shot these, I think. But you still get that feeling in such a hauntingly beautiful place that you’re being watched. I was half expecting some field specter/Mr. McGregor type to emerge out of nowhere waving something or other around but he never showed up. One day I’ll wear this dress in the more elegant way it was probably intended for.
(Elizabeth and James jacket, LF button front dress, Dolce & Gabbana wedges, Zara scarf)
Elizabeth and James sent me this beautiful jacket, which is pretty much a blanket of the softest suede cut into a more flattering version of a Sith robe. So awesome.