(Line cardigan, twentysevennames tshirt, random shorts from Melrose, American Apparel clutch, Forever 21 sunglasses, Prada platforms)
I’ve had this cardigan for over a year now and never posted it – totally not representative of our relationship. It’s excellent for tossing on over virtually anything. And I just really like waffle woven things. The shorts I bought a few weeks ago when Bryan was visiting, we went shopping along Melrose and I picked up these shorts at one of those generic stores that sells a mix of glitter-flecked slutty things and marabou trim pens. Perhaps predicting that I would forget what the store was called (if I even checked?), I stocked up and also got them in white and brown. Although Bryan jumping up and down and declaring them “so this season Dolce & Gabbana” may have had something to do with that too.
(Therese Rawsthorne dress, Chloe Sevigny for Opening Ceremony Mary Jane platforms)
Today’s inspiration in hindsight: kindergarteners and angels, and maybe the entire existence of Lula magazine. I realized I wasn’t really making use of all the pretty dresses in my closet, so I put on a pretty dress. This one I got in New Zealand, and it’s perfect with the closest necklace in sight, hefty wooden blocks on my feet, and very little sign of a breeze.
(sorry, I’m posting this again as Blogger was having problems the past day and a half..all blogs were in read-only mode during that time and apparently all posts and comments made right before it were subsequently removed)
(vintage silk shirt, Ksubi shorts, Alexander Wang bag, Karen Walker sunglasses, Balenciaga boots)
I love this little strip on Franklin Ave. – the Daily Planet for magazines, Real Raw Live for juice, The Bourgeouis Pig for escaping a bit.
Boots of the
season year century. Robot boots or cutout Docs, I can’t wait to break these in.
I’m alright with dresses that are orange.
View from Griffith Park
After shooting with Colin all over LA for a Japanese brand on Tuesday and feeling awful throughout, I came down with some kind of exhausting hybrid strep throat/flu abomination and have barely had the energy to move since. Getting by being stuck inside thanks to my iPad, my ever entertaining boyfriend (I may have been requesting impressions of inanimate objects), and a steady alternation between oolong and ginger tea. I think I’ll be alive again by the weekend, I’m already feeling bit better.