ph. by Colin
(gifted Shakuhachi lace shirtdress, Alexander Wang bra, Levi’s shorts, Deadly Ponies bag, Dolce & Gabbana wedges, Karen Walker sunglasses, H&M jacket)
It’s been hot for the past couple days…triblend romper hot. Kind of disgusting, but fun for acai bowls in the grass. Felt pretty prepared with a blanket and all but turns out full-on pavilions are de rigeur these days. Where are people even buying these things? I never see them for sale in stores. Cause you know I want one. I may or may not settle for a tent with lots of zippers.
Shakuhachi gave me a reason to love pink. Australian designers just keep on coming out with those pieces that are as wearable as they are different.
(sunglasses courtesy of Karen Walker, Forever 21 chain headband, Erin Wasson x RVCA tshirt, thrifted skirt, Chanel wedges, vintage coat)
I’m really picky about tortoiseshell shades but these are perfect and feel vaguely spring-appropriate..you know, unlike my 9,000th faux fur collared coat I have on here…anyway, they were a gift via my trip to New Zealand fashion week along with my favorite round pair. Finally thrifted a long black skirt (sorry, won’t say ‘maxi’ as much as Anna won’t say ‘bootie’..typing it in quotations doesn’t count) and painted my nails this questionable shade over lunch. Which made my sandwich taste like nail polish + I feel like I accidentally ate some off of my index finger and have been slightly depressed about it ever since.
(Yesstyle jacket, LF sweater, American Apparel shorts and lace tights, Sam Edelman boots)
Late afternoon coffee run and a smushy jacket from Yesstyle.com…which, I’m sorry, is impossible to navigate. I recommend looking through it via Polyvore if you actually want to find anything.
ph. by Colin Sokol
(thrifted bustier over RVCA dress, American Apparel socks..thank you AA for sending me packages of weird things every now and then..my favorites are the oddities that never make it to their website, vintage coat, Jessica Simpson platforms)
This coat is without a doubt now the warmest thing I own…with the 25 lb. weight behind it to prove it. Wearing dramatic coats around here is something that I find a sort of strange pleasure in. For one, people seem to be impressed by anything more than a substantial-ish sweatshirt..and even when wearing said dramatic piece yields an ideal body temperature, there are slight undertones of crazy that go along with the whole situation. I find this all very funny apparently.
I get a lot of questions in regards to the “braveness” to dress any way you want to in the public eye..be it the grocery store, school, party, etc…and where I get the confidence to wear this or that. Which is strange to me because I’m really not that out there in my mind…but it’s touching in the most real way to read emails from girls that thought they were too tall to wear platform heels/afraid what their peers would think if they were to dress the way they wanted to/want to add some glamour back into their lives saying that I’ve inspired them to break out of the box in any way. My outlook has always been that people in the streets aren’t dressing to please me, why should I take them into account when dressing myself? Playing with clothes is one of the most basic pleasures in life along with other stupid crap like peeling nail polish off in single sheets, crawling into a sun warmed car, and laughing about nothing and everything. If I were to die tomorrow I would be glad that I wore a slightly inappropriate coat and five inch heels to a deserted train station in the middle of the day. You know what I mean?