Farewell New York! Ended up spending 10 days there, 4 in Auckland for New Zealand Fashion Week, and then back to the city for the weekend. Made it back to California tonight, marking a return to normalcy and shoe options and eating raspberries standing up in the kitchen and my mechanical toothbrush and a lingering summer and some sort of quiet until Andrew comes into town tomorrow to DJ in La Jolla.
This scarf has been acting as an in-flight security blanket and outfit fix-all of sorts for the past month. It’s the thinnest material but spans about ten square feet when laid out, which makes for awkward folding but awesome volume. Wore this when running over to BCBG to pay Patrick and Pearl a visit and pick out a dress for the Hervé Léger show a few days ago. Currently stationed at the Starbucks at LAX, eating fries, spacing out at random people, and going through photos before heading to New Zealand for NZFW. Particularly excited to see twentysevennames and my friends at Stolen Girlfriends Club…see you guys in 6500 miles..
(scarf coat courtesy of Obakki, vintage tshirt, Elizabeth and James jeans, Topshop boots, Mr. Kate/vintage/Dannijo necklaces, Theory bag, Forever 21 headband, Ray-ban sunglasses)
Dressed all the way down and walking over to Cafe Gitane to take a break from everything for a second yesterday..I think. Half my suitcase and all my makeup is flung around Bryan’s room, I feel half-functional at best, I shouldn’t be awake right now, and things are blurring…but in that good way.
(Camilla and Marc dress, Theory bag, Topshop boots, Dannijo necklace)
At the V magazine party at the Top of the Standard/Boom Boom Room tonight. Never ever a dull moment with Bryanboy. We seriously have fun waiting for elevators and being stuck in elbow to ribcage crowds. And, as the night went, Polaroiding in a bathtub, eating paper, redressing each other at a gas station, crouching on a single sheet of glass 18 floors above street level, washing our hands while trying not to gawk at Alessandra Ambrosio, breaking into spontaneous dance in unisex bathrooms, eating at crappy diners, and joking about weave glue every three seconds. Though we were missing our other arm Andrew Bevan tonight..we tried to make do with Derek instead. Scary part is that we are sounding more like each other every day…how we will mock each other when the melding is complete?