(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?
(vintage jacket, RVCA tunic, Bona Drag pants, vintage necklace, Target earrings, Miu Miu wedges, Alexander Wang bag)
Last photo by Christophe Wu.
More fun with temporary dye. Friday I shot some looks with Elle Japan…for this set they wanted to take some ‘behind-the-scenes’ shots of Colin shooting me for an actual blog post in a fall look. Kind of a ridiculous sentence. The fact that it wasn’t even that hot wearing this really reminds me how warm this jacket isn’t, but it’s main purpose seems to be being bright orange so it’s okay. And hey at least when I tell my grandparents in Tokyo to pick up the issue they won’t be confronted with the blonde hair. Man I need to visit them soon.
A few of the auctions up in the store right now. Make sure to check out the crazy cutout back on the jumpsuit.
A few people asked about the Tshirt on the post below, I seriously just cut off the sleeves of those shirts that come in a pack of 3 with scissors and stretched it out a bit. Ridiculously easy!
Thursday night was Teen Vogue’s annual fete at the LA County Museum of Art – let’s just say I’ve never seen so many immaculately dressed teenagers and actually non-teenagers too in my life.