Today was..depressing. Watching 3 straight hours of The Tudors, nachos, snuggling with the kittens (oh Kumo isn’t possessed..he’s just Persian), and listening to complaint rock somehow only made me feel 1% better. Ugh.
So it’s as good a time as any to post these trashy-in-black wasteland photos my boyfriend took earlier this week. The American Apparel lamé dress is everything I wanted it to be, I’m going to try it belted and it looks ferosh as a skirt too. Actually worn like that it looks just like that Topshop faux-leather flare skirt that was such a big fuss a few months ago. I’m too lazy to write the items directly on the photos, but most everything is vintage except the American Apparel dress and bodysuit. Well and Chloe shoes. And Forever 21 headband. K. Pizza box. Delirious.
Pullover and boots, vintage. Shorts, vintage Levi’s. Jewelry; vintage, Target, Iwona Ludyga, Forever 21.
I love finding completely inexplicable garments like this pullover jacket thing. Removable one-sided vest? Mmmk. Huge hood? YES YES YES. But seriously, huge weird slouchy things like this work perfectly to offset all my tiny skirts, shorts, and skinny pants. I’ve noticed that I’m slowly making more use of all the athletic-inspired clothing in my wardrobe, from my Forever 21 sneaker heels to the American Apparel bodysuit to the shiny RVCA gym shorts that I’ve been living in. Gymnasium chic?
A few of you have asked what nail polish this is, it’s one of the 4 I keep in rotation for when I do my own nails – OPI’s Chihuahua Bites with some China Glaze sheer pink that I never used mixed in. The others (all OPI) – Lincoln Park in the Dark, Got the Blues for Red, and Light my Sapphire. While I’m on this, does anyone have a good basecoat recommendation? I have this sneaking suspicion that the one I’m using really sucks.
My boyfriend’s grandmother has this huge sprawling ranch right on the Mexican border that was just begging for some vintage to be shot there. Casually strewn about in one corner is everything from old mailboxes and mattresses to dusty spice jars and once-loved bits of children’s playgrounds. All that’s audible there is the sound of horses trotting and whinnying and roosters crying, which combined with the murkily overcast, humid day created a rather surreal environment. We normally try to avoid taking photos on cloudy days since it can be difficult, but I think the way these came out suits the environment pretty well. Look for some sweet jumpsuits and hot body con dresses in store this week.
A while ago I briefly toyed with actual Doc Martens but decided they weren’t very me, instead choosing to hopelessly pine after the Chloes that were for me the most stunning element of Paulo Melim Andersson’s collection that I jabbered on about earlier this year. Seeing them on this angsty Parisian just twisted the knife. So when I found them on a routine Yoox browse I contemplated sort of endlessly and eventually bit the bullet. So, so glad I made this irrational choice. The weird persimmon orange seriously glows, and they boost me to just under six feet (glad the boyfriend is 6’2″ at times like these). I wore them out shopping today with him and he informed my comfortably oblivious self that entire gaggles of females old and young were pointing and discussing. I’m going to go ahead and assume they were just wondering what the hell was on my feet since they’re hardly what I would call palatable to the average human. They’re actually really comfortable, though my boyfriend noted that they changed my gait in a weird way. He did preface this by saying that he likes the way that I walk in heels, adding that his brother had even noted this. Random.
In regards to my more present bangs, I tried Linda’s trim trick a couple weeks ago, realizing afterward that it wasn’t really meant for side bangs (still recommend the tip though!). Hmmm. I swear I went to college. Anyway, this left me with suspiciously un-sideswept sideswept bangs so I decided to just take the plunge and commit to the full deal. For now, anyway.
Dress, FCUK. Wedges, Chloe. Headband, Loehmann’s. Bag, vintage. Added my leather bomber jacket later.