(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!
photos by Colin Sokol
(The Reformation sweatshirt, T Alexander Wang skirt, Balenciaga boots, Proenza Schouler chain wallet)
Arrived in Hong Kong this morning, here’s what I wore for the duration test of how long can I stay awake please let me make it till dark. Under normal circumstances I might go into detail about how pleased I am with my growing shrunken sweatshirt collection (this one even has shoulder pads! wtf!) but instead I am proud to say I’m typing this from a 25th story view of a neon lit city at 7:30 pm. Triumph. And now collapse.
photos Colin Sokol
(Theory coat, vintage top, J Brand Super Skinny leather pants, Rag & Bone fedora and Harrow boots, Proenza Schouler PS11 bag)
Taken on a freezing day in Norcal, wearing one of my default “damn I forgot how cold it is up here” looks. Black leather pants in combination with black ankle boots = winter’s nude sandal. Going home to the Bay Area for the holidays was perfect but since looking at Hawaii photos from last year was making me miss ice cream bananas (and not the other way around), lava flows, and the awkwardness of being mistaken for a local, Colin and I booked a trip for Maui in a matter of minutes once we figured out that we weren’t kidding about the whole thing. 48 hours left on the continental US!