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Yesterday morning I stopped by Swedish transplant Anine Bing‘s studio in Silverlake, something I’ve been meaning to do for so long now. Her designs are simple and casual but the details make everything feel special – slightly roided out zippers, a bare bones moccasin done in pony hair, tshirts with heathered stripes. Everything seemed like it would be such an obvious addition to my frantically running around LA during the day section of my closet. And that biker jacket! How was I without it for so long, I can’t even compute.

(Iro Zayne dress, Barbara Bui bucket bag)

Shot these on Sunday after flying in from London in the afternoon. I dropped my bags off at my house, threw on this little Iro dress I got in Paris, and got the hell out of there before my bed started whispering everything alluring to me. Managed to make it through drinks and a dimly lit dinner before everything transitioned into slow motion and effective human interaction was no longer an option. But no jet lag! Score.

Iro is one of my favorite French brands, I visited their shop in Le Marais twice to make sure I had scoured it the right amount. And I feel like I’m 80 percent more Coachella ready because of it. The best non-boring everyday pieces, and yay now they’re finally opening a store in New York. If you’re wondering how difficult it was to force myself to choose the army green over the white, it was right around a level 9.

(Alexander Wang sweater, Love Leather perforated skirt, Proenza Schouler woven leather boots and PS11 bag)

Toes and torso out, neck and ankles in, zero repercussions. LA inspires transitional dressing in a way no other city could by never actually transitioning.

(Sonia Rykiel jacket, J Brand leather pants, Balenciaga cutout boots)

There was one sunny day in Paris, it required Vèlib rentals and flat boots for freedom purposes and a suffocatingly warm jacket by Sonia Rykiel that I actually hardly took off the whole week. I’m probably the sixteen thousandth person to say this but there really is no better way to see the city and also almost die every other second than to glide through the streets on a bike. I’ve stayed in Le Marais a few times now but was able to discover such entire new pockets of it this time around.

At beautiful Pont Notre Dame. Missing Paris already – I’m home in LA for a few days, next up London!