Teenage Jesus

(massive bow belt-srzly?! someone gave this to the thrift store?, lace tank-mom's, shorts-the london jean thrifted, boots-guess, leather jacket- Tokyo second-hand shop!)

This tacky massive bow belt is definitely the bratty diva of my belt collection, demanding to be worn even when I'm not in an 80's Madonna mood but here it is in all its black leather and gold chained glory.


This weekend Tim and I are heading to Palm Springs for some fun and sun and poolside lounging at the Ace Hotel for Summer School!

Punk'd by a ghost on a grave...

(shorts-vintage, shirt-H&M, bra-UO, hat-stylenanda, shoes-fornarina)

Last week, we celebrated a co-worker's birthday at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery screening of Evil Dead 2. We ate popcorn and stromboli and drank wine. We laughed, threw popcorn, and the running gag became to yell 'Down in front!' whenever anyone got up to use the restroom. It was amazing walking through the beautiful and elaborate headstones of rich deceased celebrities. My next procrastination destination will be to google what all the different crosses mean.

A semi-photo shoot ensued where I skipped around the cemetery as if I were a creepy child of the corn. I remember thinking 'I will probably go to "hell" for laying on a grave' but I really meant no disrespect! After the movie was over, we walked the 2 blocks back to our car only to realize we "forgot" one of our bags with the keys inside! Major panic mode sends Tim running back to the cemetery to look for them, I'm calling all my friends on the phone, Tim is unable to find them, then finally I look through ur stuff--lo and behold, the bag with the keys was inside another bag! We both assume the other one put it there and an argument ensues in which we both vehemently deny putting that bag there. I swore it wasn't me. Tim swore it wasn't him. There's only one logical conclusion. A ghost totally pranked us, ya'll. I think that's what I get for laying on their grave taking silly pictures of myself. Sorry, ghost. I love you!

Living in the Dim Light

(denim shirt-thrifted, dress- solemio, belt-thrifted, shoes- qupid, cuff-thrifted)
This Blonde Redhead song has been stuck in my head all day. I've had this dress forever though I've only worn it once. I threw a denim shirt over it to lessen its dangerously "clubwear" vibe.

Check out these beautiful rings from Blood Milk Jewelry

Growlers

(Scarf-Jet Rag, Shorts-Vintage, Tank-Thrifted, Hat- H&M, Shoes-Qupid, Belt-Vintage)

The title of my post is inspired by the band I've been listening to lately of the same name and the sheer tiger print scarf that I made from a ragged maxi skirt found in a pile of clothes on the ground from the notorious Sunday Jet Rag $1 sale in West Hollywood. I feel that a good itinerary for anyone who is travelling to Los Angeles and wants to do a rad shopping tour is to wake up nice and early on Sunday, go to the Jet Rag $1 sale, then go to Space 15 Twenty's Flea Market, then go to the Melrose Trading Post/ Fairfax Flea Market. If you go early enough to Jet Rag, you'll have the opportunity to grab the choicest picks before they get scooped up by a certain shop that then goes on to sell said items at their booth at Melrose Trading Post (for like 30 times the original cost). It's always interesting to me to see where and how vintage sellers get their clothes. I've been thrifting for so long now, I feel like I could open up an Ebay store or rent a booth at a flea market someday. That might be a fun way to get rid of clutter and make some cash!

In other news, I just got back from a nice little trip to see my parents in Las Vegas. I said in one of my very first posts that I would do a post on my mom's awesome fashion from back in the day and that will be coming up! We went to see two Cirque Du Soleil shows, O and Love. O is a beautiful show that is very traditional Cirque with lots of death defying stunts and amazing acrobatic ability. Love is inspired by the Beatles music, it is incredibly upbeat yet touching and is more dance based. I've seen Love twice now and it has made me cry every time! It is also an absolute must-see for anyone interested in costume design.

The last thing I want to say is, how much do you like my ostrich leather belt? I'm not condoning ostrich farming by any means but ostrich leather is so cool. Needless to say, I'm in love with these Jeffrey Campbell slingbacks. My aversion to spending over $50 on any one piece of clothing and my guilt over buying new animal products makes me feel bad for wanting these as bad as I do...
Oak NYC

Declare Independence!

(shorts- thrifted, top- H&M, shoes-gojane, jewlery-thrifted, bag-flea market in Japan)

So, I've been having an existential crisis lately which accounts for my huge blogging hiatus. Sometimes I just get overwhelmed and need a break from the world wide web. Also, photoshop was still quitting 2 minutes into the program and yeah, that topic bores me too but I think maybe it's finally done being fickle because it at least stayed open long enough for me to resize and subsequently post these pictures!

My 4th of July was spent on the roof of an artist loft in downtown LA. I finally got to see Madeline since what feels like forever. There was BBQing, music, and the most spectacular views of the city and the fireworks that were happening at the Dodger Stadium. The weather was perfect and I felt free and happy which was nice considering that I was going through a panicked couple of weeks where I was questioning everything.

My outfit had nothing to do with red, white, or blue. Consider it my small form of rebellion. Everyone was oohing and aahing over Mo, Madeline's dachshund every chance they got and although you can't really blame them, I started referring to my vintage fur bag as MY dog. It received many loving pats and praise by strangers in its own right, but once, a girl sat on it. I didn't really appreciate my dog being sat on but I guess that's what happens when you look like a nice shag rug. After the rooftop party, I hung out with my awesome friend Rachel and her pals at the Echo Park Lake. It was such a nice time.

Hey Internet?
Even though you are stressful and creepy sometimes, thanks for always just being there.