(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.

photos by Colin Sokol

(Céline aviator sunglasses, ba&sh shirt, Iro Irwin skirt, Isabel Marant Carol sandals, Vita Fede chain wrap bracelet, Proenza Schouler mini PS11)

It’s been a few years since gladiator sandals have registered in my mind as a thing I do but this merrily embellished, moderately heeled version seemed like a choice to wear simple summery pieces with. There’s a slight New Mexico gift shop quality to them that I really enjoy the challenge of toning down. Here’s yesterday at the festival because yes I think I have accidentally permanently relocated to Palm Springs.

(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.

(Alexander Wang sweater, Love Leather perforated skirt, Proenza Schouler woven leather boots and PS11 bag)

Toes and torso out, neck and ankles in, zero repercussions. LA inspires transitional dressing in a way no other city could by never actually transitioning.

(Mademoiselle jacket, vintage tshirt, J Brand leather skinny trousers, Barbara Bui boots, Proenza Schouler PS11)

Quick flashback to New York in one of my, oh and I think everyone else ever’s, favorite ways to be dressed down. Skinny pants, tshirt, and fitted jacket formula, I hope you’re enjoying relevance immortality. This jacket is going to be my best friend this spring largely because I feel like it’s exactly what I’ve been fantasizing adding to my biker jacket collection for actual years now. Perfect fit and zipper pulls that took just enough steroids. I’m currently sitting at the Chicago airport in the weird sanctity of United’s “quiet room” while waiting for my flight to Paris and while at first I was whimpering out of boredom I am now like hey I feel pretty calm and focused. Don’t get me wrong, The Flight That Keeps On Getting Delayed More and More, you’re still ruining my life. Can’t wait to be in Paris already!