photos by Colin Sokol
(Céline Audrey sunglasses, Topshop suede top and shorts, Isabel Marant sandals)
I’ve been in beautiful Morocco for almost a week now, I can’t wait to share photos of everything I’ve seen and done here. I have never been more continuously awestruck and am maybe on the verge of losing the ability to process beauty properly. These shots were taken the day I left playing dressup while packing – love this little suede suit from Topshop’s festival collection!
photos by Ben Baller
(Theyskens’ Theory blazer, Brandy Melville tank, Rag & Bone High Clare Shorts, Topshop Paige boots, Dylan Kain Ryder bag)
Lace shorts and leather shorts have been equally cherished but separately cherished categories in my closet for multiple years now, both having that borderline inappropriate allure I love so much. Well, separate no longer, basically cause Rag & Bone gets me like that.
I’ve been in LA for a rare couple weeks straight now and have found a happy routine of kitchen experimentation, all day dates with Colin, and the most regular workout schedule I’ve maintained in a long long time. Going to make sure to savor this before I’m off on my next trip on Wednesday. New country, oh and new continent too. So excited!
photos by Bryanboy
(Topshop sweater, Zara trousers, Rag & Bone Durham boots)
When Bryanboy flew in to Tokyo Friday afternoon, we played in my room for a while at the Cerulean/caught up on the past month we hadn’t seen each other until he screeched in sudden realization, “we’re missing the golden hour!”. So we ran outside and shot each other on the bridge right outside that leads to the train station. It’s a nice one, they made the surface slightly bouncy which I find amusing even though I walk the thing a thousand times a day when I’m in Tokyo. After the light died at good ol’ 4 o’clock we walked over towards the center of Shibuya to find a place to eat. We spotted a restaurant a few floors above street level (a huge percentage of eateries are entirely glass walled to better entice you but the good ones are like..down tunnels and alleys) and spent about 45 minutes trying to penetrate the building properly to access it. It was clearly a mirage because we never succeeded after hurling ourselves against the exterior in multiple ways, and ended up drinking crappy iced tea with an herbal taste I choked on at an Option B. But the whole thing was so funny I really didn’t care.
I’m wearing a crewneck I picked up at Topshop the week prior with plain trousers and my new addiction, the Durham boots. One of the outfits I’ve had on repeat the past week.
(Whyred sunglasses, Isabel Marant Muddy sweater, vintage leather dress, Topshop boots, Fendi bag)
I peeked through the blinds at 6:30 this morning and was groggily pleased to see it was raining but all is back to normal now. Wearing Isabel Marant’s crew neck sweater I ended up being unable to resist over a vintage leather dress from a store in Venice Beach that has since closed. Going to catch up on life today and hopefully reward myself by curling up with The Andy Warhol Diaries later on. One of the most quotable books I’ve read in a while.
I’m alright with dresses that are orange.