The jewelry I can’t stop with lately and an excuse to use my dormant scanner: silver cross bracelet by Jennifer Zeuner, Titan bracelets and rings by Vita Fede, partial hoop earrings by Melissa Joy Manning, rings by Catbird, Made Her Think, Bijules, Lady Grey, and Noritamy.
photos by Colin Sokol
(Rag & Bone Rowan dress, Balenciaga cutout boots)
We had one free day in Hong Kong, which was also our last. This sounds pretty squirrely but we both kind of freaked out trying to decide how to spend it. Lantau Island? Repulse Bay Beach? Giving up on life and getting trampled in the streets? At least shopping was out of the question, a dude can only take so much. Actually the same goes for a me. We decided to try the island thing mostly to impress my mom since she had recommended climbing up to the Tian Tan Buddha and we do well with goals. So a Metro ride to an hour long ferry to a taxi journey uphill on an eternal winding road took us to Ngong Ping Village, where that only second tallest outdoor bronze seated Buddha in the world was waiting at the top of 4 million stairs. It was a slightly trippy experience, you’re so lightheaded by the top and the air feels noticeably thinner and the sun blinding in an abnormal, pleasantly painful way. Possibly necessary to clarify that we were indeed sober. It must have been an off day to decide to make this trip because the place was pretty desolate as far as outsized statue sites go. We did a few curious laps around him and spaced out at those bright green mountains before deliriously wandering down as the sun set. Already a very crystallized memory. Sort of happy to shoot this dress for the first time at such a specific place in the world.
photos by Colin Sokol
(Equipment Carmen shirt, Liu Jo suede skirt, Céline Audrey sunglasses and sandals, Dylan Kain Ryder bag)
A walk through the Soho area of Hong Kong yesterday morning, wearing a skirt that I got in Paris a couple years ago. I thought I had ruined it cause I took scissors to the hem at one point but you know what, it’s still pretty acceptable. Especially considering my fascination with vaguely toga-like items. I wore it with a basic silk blouse, some highly treasured Céline sandals, and a beautiful carryall that Dylan Kain sent me last week.
photos by Colin Sokol
(Isabel Marant jacket, vintage shirt, J Brand Super Skinny leather pants, Zara boots)
An outfit from earlier this month in the Bay Area…Hong Kong is spoiling me with perfectly mild in-between weather that just sort of requires a jacket nearby during the day but I’m already getting nervous about the arctic tundra of New York fashion week around the corner. This was intensified when I saw a photo that Behati Prinsloo Instagrammed of a gushing fire hydrant that wasn’t actually gushing because the water had frozen stiff. That’s like White Witch devilry! It was in the low ’40s when we took these shots and I was already making a beeline for my car’s heated seats. Ok so this wasn’t the most intricately layered look but this jacket is crazy warm like a burning cloud. So my question is how are you actual winter dwellers doing it? At what ° does personal style start to matter less? Can you use the degree symbol like that? Ok three questions.
