How we entertained ourselves with a tripod all weekend, since we decided not to drink so that each moment would be clearer….after taking care of the vintage shots for the store, we took a five minute drive to the back of what used to be a bustling shopping complex and is now a desolate and pretty creepy ruinous mess. Although I’ve been wanting to shoot there for a while now, I never imagined there would be such background treasures as warped weedy fencing, a pulverized television, and exposed generators, or whatever those are. We considered claiming that we sacrificed a TV ourselves to set the mood but have decided against such inveracity lest people think us insane, which you probably will anyway for spending our Sunday thus. One advantage to living in suburbia is stumbling across odd scenes like this…a few years ago I was hiking around in the hills and came across a printer that looked like it had been clubbed to death…Office Space much? Suburbs = weird pent up bitterness/rage.
But as you can see we had quite a bit of fun with this looking as obnoxious as possible. My boyfriend would like to note that he doesn’t wear the same jeans all the time but due to having a drink (cranberry-inclusive, even!) spilled on him in the airplane, was forced to wear one pair (I meant to wash them for him but kept on forgetting), lamenting that “I have such a fashionista girlfriend and I wear the same pants every day” – I have somehow managed to forgive him for this so perhaps you will too.
Hope you enjoy these as much as we did taking them :)
Dress, FCUK. Blazer, Ralph Lauren. Heels, sunglasses, hat, and socks, Forever21. Bag, vintage Anne Klein.