(Sonia Rykiel coat, The Row tank, Rebecca Minkoff Mika leather shorts, Alexander Wang heels, Sunday Somewhere Chely sunglasses, beanie from random shop in Harajuku, Proenza Schouler PS11)
What was meant to be a simple, pure look of nothingness tank and leather shorts went through a dark metamorphosis when I went sourcing for wooly also nubby items from the gem bearing zone that is underneath the backseat of my car. Cause holy everything, San Francisco has been off and on arctic this weekend (insert acknowledgement of that one Mark Twain quote to get it out of the way) . A low point was getting back from a dinner and blow drying my carcass to the point of being able to feel again. Thusly, this coat has quickly become a non-depressing version of a security blanket so please forgive it showing up in 88% of my photos I’ve taken here. And also note that the normal folks decided against the al fresco option so they didn’t have to eat soup wearing beanies. So fun being back in the city for my first time at the America’s Cup, more on that coming up.
(Sandro blazer, Theory tank top, Zara skort, Proenza Schouler boots, Céline oversized Audrey sunglasses and hologram clutch)
Felt like it was about time to add another entry to the internet’s parchment scroll of a Zara skort archive. So many ways to wear this pointy little loincloth and so tempting is it to explore more that I’m going to have to cut myself off and by that I mean start wearing the black version instead. Hope everyone is enjoying Mother’s Day! I’m promising an extravaganza of something or other for the next time I visit my beautiful mother.
(BCBG Caralyn top, vintage belt, Iro denim shorts, Rag & Bone Harrow boots, Céline sunglasses, Proenza Schouler PS11)
Sunday’s look at Diesel’s takeover of Tally Horse Ranch in La Quinta. The perfectly beaten up belt was one of six that I bought from a vintage store by the Tribeca Grand last September, I’m set for life now and it’s a good feeling. I looped it through a tiny pair of Iro shorts and tucked in BCBG’s perforated tank to properly display the buckle. So glad I didn’t wear a dress so I could preserve some dignity while plummeting off a seesaw about five minutes after these shots were taken. The only thing that makes you feel even more nostalgic than mounting a seesaw in the first place.