Thrifted Coldwater creek shirt, Rag & Bone jeans, misc. stilettos, Forever 21 necklace.
A little denim, a little patent leather, a little texture. Red, white, and blue.
I feel like I've spent my entire summer in front of convenience stores or in the
back seats of other people's cars, sometimes sitting in stairwells or parking
lots or on curbs as I listening to other people's ipods and scoot out of the
sun. I've been away so much just for the sake of being away. I'm now in the
habit of going places I don't even want to go, because anywhere is ostensibly
better than being at home.
On a more fashion-related note, this loose-knit shirt was only $3 at Goodwill. I saw it
on my way out and agonized over not having time to try it on, but bought it in the
good faith that it couldn't look bad. It turned out perfect -- I love how it hangs,
the weight of it, and the large armholes. It's like a basketball jersey with
class.
Aside from the shoes, between the sweatpant-like Rag & Bone jeans and this shirt
I might as well be wearing pyjamas.
And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming.
As always, thank you very much to my photographer.
Vintage Guess heels, misc. pants, Levi Strauss denim vest.
So I seem to have been away longer than originally intended.
Things have gone sort of out-of-control lately. This has been one of those dumb summers
idolized by 80s movies where everything goes tits up and the protagonist experiences some
painfully quick emotional growth and learns poignant life lessons. It's not even over yet --
I guess that's good, as it means it's salvageable -- but I'm anxious to see the end. For
what it's worth, John Hughes would have bent over backwards for the screenplay to my recent
life 30 years ago. Not even gonna lie -- I'd sell it.
I've been living in t-shirts and shorts (but still heels, I promise) and generally not
putting as much effort into my appearance as I probably should. I only have so much
effort to expend, and it's all being used on much more important things lately.
As a side note, my hair color is a complete mistake. I had some great, natural ginger
locks less than 24 hours ago, but I was careless and bought a dye for dark hair and applied
it to my strawberry blonde. Now I'm looking at either Jessica Rabbit or Poison Ivy for
Halloween -- but with any luck, this situation, along with many others, will be rectified by then.
Thrifted skirt + top, misc. Indian scarf, Soda wedges, H&M sunglasses.
"You're wearing that?," she said.
"You won't fit in," she said.
"No one is gonna be dressed like that," she said.
When we found ourselves wandering into the Museum of Modern Art, she had to admit that
perhaps my foresight was better than expected and I couldn't have dressed MORE appropriately.
I spent my Sunday afternoon looking at apartments and dining with my photographer
friend in L.A. I love that the city swallows everything up. It doesn't matter how I dress --
the city absorbs it, like soundwaves into foam, so I can dress and be as loud as I want.
Stylistically speaking, this is a city where it's OK to scream.
This shirt is amazing -- it's nearly weightless, flows like water and drapes like
a dream. Good contrast to a skirt that clings like an insecure girlfriend.
This was an interactive outdoor art exhibit at the museum. I felt like Nemo inside an anemone.
