Playing around with a few new things.
1. Erin Wasson/RVCA bandage skirt with gold studs. I’ve already worn this a ton, I love that it’s a really thick knit instead of your standard jersey. Plus, studs.
2. Spiderweb lace lingerie top. So trashy, so in love. I imagine it’s probably supposed to be part of some Morticia Addams costume. Man, what am I going to be for Halloween if I’m using up all these ideas now?
3. Studded ankle boots that I fell for when Karla posted them a few days ago. I haven’t ordered anything from Victoria’s Secret since..I’m approximating..my sorority days. Wow. Any DGs out there? Anyway, the boots are the sickness. I’m guessing they will be the new requisite blogger footwear. I remember fainting slightly when I saw (fondled) the Louboutins they’re a knockoff of at Neiman Marcus on clearance for $400 or so. Prooobably should have just taken the plunge, however that was back in January and I was less insane then. I’m giving these an A+ too though, good platform/heel ratio going on. I love how low-cut they are too.
Tank and skirt, Erin Wasson x RVCA. Heels, Colin Stuart at Victoria’s Secret.
My swayback isn’t really that bad. But it’s still pretty bad. I wore this out last night to hang out with some law school students at some random bar. God knows what they thought of me. I told one of them that I work in fashion just to be succinct and he responded, “Figures”. I look like I’m going to sneeze in that first picture.
Black lace top, random lingerie store. Boots, secondhand.
Ok and lastly, this is random, but for some reason I get a lot of questions about my hair, which I’ve always just found uselessly neither wavy nor straight. I was going to make a separate post about this but then realized I didn’t really have that much to say. I get it highlighted obviously, use random drugstore shampoo/conditioner (currently Garnier), let it air-dry until I can’t stand it being damp anymore, then spray it with Sunsilk Waves of Envy. Which costs about a cent, and smells kinda nice and oceanic. Sometimes it dries wavier, sometimes not, but that seems to be random more than anything else. I haven’t touched a straightening iron in years now, mostly cause I don’t care enough to and it’s kinda scary to see steam coming off your strands. I hope that answers your questions and sorry it’s not more interesting!
My Topshop dress came! It reminds me of those cheap little Tinkerbell Halloween costumes, but a million times better of course. I mean, it’s Topshop. What shoes do I need to be wearing with this crazy thing?
Blazer and button-down, Erin Wasson x RVCA. Bodysuit, American Apparel. Jeans, Rogan for Target.
Tempted to claim this is my house…I mean damn. One of my best friends Rahul rented out this oceanside mansion for his birthday last night, which obviously demanded some daytime drinking in preparation. This place was pretty out there, 6 foot hookah, fur everywhere, letters signed by Ronald Reagan hanging on the walls, vivid paintings cramming every last inch of hallway space. Oh and swords. Lots of swords. I’m assuming the owner is slightly mad/all awesome. The party lived up to the environs with Guitar Hero, hot tub action, and the obligatory tons of random people that always end up arriving. I missed the plan to dress up at night (must read things more fully in the future) so I just..put on my bodysuit. We worked on our hangovers today by lolling around uselessly on the beach before gorging on sushi and Mexican hot chocolate after Rahul calmed a distressed, ok angry, mansion owner. That vase was totally already broken. Happy birthday Rahul!
I am the luckiest girl in the world – my friends over at RVCA sent me over a bunch of pieces from Erin Wasson’s line. Nothing has ever felt more like Christmas, including Christmas. My kittens observed blandly as I gleefully removed items from the box. Each piece has the details and cuts that distinguish a basic from something special – a blazer with a lightning bolt printed back and exposed zipper, a long loose tank with a barely there back, a tuxedo jacket that looks cropped in the front but with dramatically extended tails, a jeweled jersey bustier, white leather motorcycle vest, the perfect knit high waisted skirt with gold studs down the front..ahh too many amazing pieces to describe accurately. Her inspiration from the beaches of California to New York City’s street style shines through, and all I can say is that I’m going to be living in this stuff. A huge thank you to Erin, Josh, and Kristen, and another thank you to my friend Akshay who filled in as photographer today for my jetsetting boyfriend.
The line drops Spring 2009 so get ready. You’re going to be seeing all of the other pieces here in the near future.
All clothing except shorts and leopard bandeau, Erin Wasson for RVCA. Boots, Marc by Marc Jacobs. Heels by Report, courtesy of Danielle at solestruck.com.
Jacket/vest, vintage. Skirt, Forever 21. Shoes, Chloe.
What I get when I combine a few of my current favorites. I tend to get wardrobe-stupid and forget that I own all the crap that I do, leaning on a few key pieces to get me through (sequin butterfly top, probably not going to make it). This is when I decide to reorganize or spend an hour trying on clothes dancing around to Rihanna and M.I.A. like a fool.
This outfit is from this past weekend, I’ve gotten behind in posts as usual, which isn’t aided by the fact that my boyfriend/photographer is in ROME right now for work. Yes, Rome the city. Wtf? A thousand questions arise, but mostly why am I not there with him/why couldn’t I muster $1500 last minute? And since when is he cool enough to travel to Europe for work (sorry, Caldwell, love youuu)? Oh well, apparently the humidity is at 100%, the salads suck, and everything’s closed in August or something. So I guess it’s alright, especially since I just gave in and pre-ordered an iPhone and I will apparently be spending all my money on phone bills now. My fifth grade memories (pigeons, piazzas, stracciatella gelato, pervy men) of the city will have to do. Tomorrow I am enlisting the help of my dear friend Akshay to take pictures. He has no idea what he’s in for.
I went to a new yoga class tonight, and the teacher was the most graceful sinewy being I have ever witnessed to exist. He moved like a crazy panther, which I found weirdly awe-inspiring. New goal in life: move like crazy panther.
Also, I just killed a fly with a single swipe of a pen. I am a ninja. Must disinfect pen now.