Fruit of the Loom T with sleeves cut off, Forever21 skirt (don’t see it on the website anymore! probably still in stores?), H&M jacket, Marc Jacobs boots, vintage bag.
YAY my craving for tacky light denim has been fulfilled. I feel so much better now. Today was awesome in 9000 different ways. It’s the first official day that I’m working remotely, which means dressing as randomly as I feel like. I might be wearing denim shorts an unusual amount from now on, largely because I think the hardest thing about going to an office every day was not being able to don them. Just warning you.
I know that most, if not all of you, think that I go and get Mystic Tanned bi-daily or something, but I swear to you, I went to a tanning salon once in my life many years ago and am never going back, because it was scary, and it gave me weird splotchy skin that lasted a month. Sick. I actually wear SPF 45 every day, but something about my Japanese/whiteness makes me conducive to darkening as soon as the temperature goes above 70 degrees. I get tan lines from sitting outside and eating lunch for 20 minutes. It’s actually very inexplicable, since both of my parents are pretty pale people, buttt my brother’s the same way. Maybe we are secretly not their offspring! Who knows.
Tshirt and sunglasses, Urbn. Shorts and boots, vintage. Jewelry, vintage/Forever 21.
I’ve been meaning to post this forever now, I think it’s one of the most inconceivably high honors I’ve experienced as a blogger. I’m sure it’s relatively apparent from my general rantings that I, along with most cognitive humans, am more than mildly obsessed with Parisian everything (check out that header!) and have long been spying about on Café Mode, furtively saving photos and being entranced by that certain French..magic. Géraldine always manages to capture a stylish essence that is wholly recognizable, even if showcasing something you wouldn’t necessarily wear yourself. Her coverage so far at Hyères has been arresting and that Louise is slowly killing me with her charmingly imperfect perfection.
So, with all of that in mind, I am still in a daze that she dedicated a post to me..I literally thought I was seeing things when my photos loaded on her page and wanted to say THANK YOU to Géraldine (hopefully someday we will have that coffee together)! Equipped with my high school/college French I read through her words and have never been so flattered. Plus now I have all these awesome French readers that I love.
Somewhat relevantly, my mom is going to Paris in two weeks to stay in an apartment with a friend from Switzerland for a week. Seriously. My mom is so much cooler than I am. Between bouts of raging jealous fits I am squeezing in time to construct a list of items I am taking the liberty to ask her to purchase. She, sadly, probably won’t. I even told her she could take iPhone photos of vintage Chanels and YSL star brooches at Colette and I would yes/no (YES) them for her but I think I am going to have to come up with more convincing tactics. Like planning my own trip to Paris! Hmmmm…
I ordered this skirt from Forever21 last week and even though it’s kind of scandalous I love it – the material is way thicker than the AA ones and the side zip makes it less ride up-vulnerable. Also, these heels are some of the most comfortable I’ve purchased in recent months, too bad they’re not available online! I searched for an entire fruitless minute.
Shirt and skirt, Forever21. Heels, Tahari. Bag, Marc Jacobs.
I knew I had to have this dress from the moment I saw scans of it from British Vogue last April. Recognizing how I have 60,000 white dresses already, I had the sage wisdom to purchase it in this cutesy lemon yellow. I know, I impress myself sometimes, too. However, I can’t get too saccharine and wear the thing with Maryjanes or something (unless they were my studded electric blue ones…hmmmmm) so out came my Aldo triple strap Velcros. I realize how lucky I am that my parents have such an idyllic backyard, it’s especially dreamscape-like in the spring…my brother and I used to hang out in this treehouse always and only, even posting a bandit-like sign saying “KEEP AWAY” with red paint splattered all over it (blood, you see). One day I got scared when I saw a big caterpillar there and visits lessened slightly. Now it’s sort of rotten and falling apart, and not at all the best place to pose in heels. But I still love treehouses, I’ve always wanted to live in one.
Dress, Kate Moss for Topshop. Heels, Aldo. Headband, Forever21.