(vintage plaid cape coat and clutch, Therese Rawsthorne dress, Forever 21 gloves and chain headband, Topshop boots)

Just finishing up packing right now. I’ve definitely learned my lesson on what airlines not to book when it really matters. Apparently those three flights out of San Diego that run every day are pretty popular. Kind of nervous about the cold out in NY but hopefully my small arsenal of largely untouched winterwear will work.

(vintage faux fur jacket and oversized sweater, American Apparel satin shorts, Plush thigh highs, Jessica Simpson platform sandals, Jas MB clutch)

Super Bowl Sunday. I cherish the day for being able to roam the entire county from the beach to the streets while the game’s on and have it feel as deserted as the island I don’t own yet…and faux-joining in on the enthusiasm with the drunk people stumbling from house party to sports bar and back. I wonder if this is very un-patriotic of me. Either way I’ve always found it more fun to partake in athletic activities than observe them. Not to imply that I’m actually good at anything besides tennis and batting cages cause I’m not.

These thigh highs are the most novel and I suppose practical addition to my closet in a while. They’re lined in fleece and so warm that I’ve actually found myself having to take them off in some rather awkward places. I bought the tights version as well and hope they help in some way against the cold in NYC in a few days.

And it looks like I’m probably going to Tokyo next month…crazy.

(Scout tshirt dress, vintage suede fringe..thing, Topshop boots, Balenciaga bag)

Some thrift store finds are a little more grossly perfect than others..this loincloth/belt (see it more clearly here) is starred up, studded up, and double belted up. And it cinches in tightly at the high waist where nothing ever fits me. Quadruple win. One of my friends is convinced it’s a cropped single thigh chap (questionable singularization acknowledged) for the burlier cowboy. But the minimal sense this makes fades the more you try to conceptualize it logically. So loincloth it is. Then again this is the same man that asked me today what kind of berry gatherer I would be…”Would you pluck them individually? Or bunched? Why did I ask, you would pick each single morsel and place it in your satchel. You should do a shoot with cavemen.” Prompted by me telling him how much of a relief it is to be free of corrective lenses so that were I to be suddenly time warped to the Neolithic I wouldn’t be the weak myopic one in the tribe. Since you were wondering. And I know you weren’t. Worn with tshirt dress I never knew what to do with before, second day hair, my most beaten up bag, and a magical double shadow in a crazy crosswalk the earth is determined to split open.

By the way some of you have noticed I’ve been posting some odd photos here and there lately..it was the closest thing to a New Year’s Resolution that I had to start taking more pictures…I used to screw around with photography and sort of stopped for no reason at all. It’s felt kind of good to play around with it again. But of course Colin’s photos will continue to reign..we tend to have very different takes on the same situation and his will to experiment with photography as far as his mind will take him has never ceased to amaze me.

xx

(Elizabeth and James earrings, vintage sweater and clutch, American Apparel satin shorts, Jeffrey Campbell x LF Poland boots, bf’s H&M jacket, YSL ring)

Happy 2010! I was going to get all sequined up but then lost the motivation and ended up dressing more for comfort than anything else. Which included swiping Colin’s jacket for the night. I’ve been looking for a slightly more fitted version of it for myself forever now to no avail.

Thank you to Planet Blue for sending me this Soixante Neuf hammered knuckle ring – it got a redesign courtesy of one of their buyers and I love the result. Better shots of it on the way.

(Need Supply sweater, vintage slipdress, Henry Holland for Pretty Polly tights, Dolce & Gabbana wedges, Givenchy bag, Ray Ban sunglasses)

Nothing like a boy repellent shaggy sweater and cumbersome bag to confuse people into thinking you’re dressed appropriately. I’ve somehow only not gotten around to posting these tights – my friend Anna in New Zealand was sweet enough as to find me a pair after I died all over them during the Sera Lilly show (thank you Anna!). People are way too nice to me in a way that makes me feel kind of horribly bad. You can see them in action on the runway beautifully paired with a liquidy printed jacket here.

I ended up having a pretty depressing Christmas since I was stuck in San Diego for a few stupid stupid reasons but I guess I gave it a subconscious nod with my festive nail polish and beaded bracelet combination. Pretty much the extent of my spirit but I’ll try harder next time. Can’t wait for the new year, does everyone have their outfit picked out?