Drama filled weekend, drama free clothes.
In my Halloween jacket again. It’s really hard to find good vintage pieces with hoods, so of course it would be my luck that this thing disintegrates a little bit every time I wear it. And actually these pants split shortly after these were taken. Must be my acid flesh.
And to clarify a few things in response to some recent comments:
I’m not going to put on an act for this blog or dress any other way than what comes naturally. Reinvention is one of the more awkward things you can force and I have no interest in exploring the exact level of awkward it would be. People take a measurement of my effortlessness with every post, say my body’s changed or my hair fills them with rage, that I’ve lost my whimsy, that I’m no longer able to channel 4 styles at once, and make countless other judgments but things change. People change. If any of these are applicable, then aren’t they themselves a form of reinvention? I promise you if every look I posted was whimsical (this word is starting to lose all meaning to me the more I ponder it) the exact same vein of ‘complaints’ would be voiced with a new word to fill in the blank with. I’ve been getting diatribes about over-wearing black tights and denim shorts since the inception of Fashiontoast so you’ll pardon me if I’ve learned to shrug them off. This doesn’t mean that I hate you or don’t read your comments or am trying to insult you by wearing certain items repeatedly. I’m a normal person with a normal penchant for reaching for similar things over and over again and hey sometimes I even go to CVS in sweatpants. They say San Clemente Gun Club on them. More and more I catch myself feeling as if I shouldn’t post this or that because I already wore it in a vaguely similar way and I just don’t want to even begin to feel that way about a diary that I began simply to share my point of view. I have never claimed to be revolutionary or even noteworthy, which is why I am still so shocked to have such supportive and passionate readers. So thank you a million times over again and I’m sincerely, sincerely honored that you care so much. I’m just going to keep being me..
(Topshop jacket, vintage slipdress and navy chain belt, Balenciaga bag, Chanel wedges)
A tour through the streets stacked along the beach boardwalk in a pretty stupid ode to Givenchy’s spiked headband. I do really love these horns though..I last wore them for New Year’s Eve. I watched Howl’s Moving Castle a couple weeks ago and now all I see is Howl in his bird incarnation when I look at this jacket. Which then triggers the cracked out mental visions left behind by that movie and leaves me checked out for a few minutes. Dreamer.
(vintage cardigan and sheer shirt, secondhand skirt, no3danyc velvet and metal belt, Forever 21 knit headband and tights, Dolce & Gabbana wedges, Commes des Garcons wallet, Bleachblack nail polish in Dickweed)
Well yeah, I need to find something new to put on my head. I’m working on it. And I’m pretty sure that these are going to be my favorite shoes for the next ten years. But none of that matters because I am wearing the craziest cardigan I have ever known to exist, let alone actually own. Grandpa buttons, curly shoulders, and leopard print have obviously been longing to be together since the inception of..cardigans. I go back and forth between favoring thinking that it belonged to the coolest old dude/pimp in the 70s and..the 70s version of myself. Who was in all likelihood way cooler than I could ever be so let’s just go with the former. Though she would maybe maybe be proud of all of these vintage-only outfits I keep putting on by accident. Carrying around just a wallet is the final step in the slow and steady minisculization (know it’s not a word) of my bags.
So essentially I am now too lazy to both shop at normal stores and carry anything weighing more than 12 ounces. Perfect. But FRIDAY yay. Going to have a mini hotel room party and see Gossip play at the W San Diego tonight.
mind the gap @ prism gallery
I’ve been staring at this Polaroid for three minutes wondering if I scanned it in straight. Which probably means that I didn’t. Anyway, the shoot for RVCA’s lookbook was at the Mind the Gap exhibit curated by PM Tenore and featuring Phil Frost and Barry McGee’s work at PC Valmorbida’s PRISM gallery on Sunset. This was actually such an ideal way to take in the art for a solid whole day. Between the huge multi-textured paintings and the nonstop pouring rain against the floor to ceiling windows it made for a rad atmosphere. The shoot ran into the early evening and I was pretty out of it towards the end until I was introduced to the man himself Phil Frost. He kindly insisted on Polaroiding ourselves after my final look and handed me this shot embellished with his signature white out hearts on my way out the door. Best memento ever.