T, Urban Outfitters. Skirt, vintage. Bag, Balenciaga. Heels, Jeffrey Campbell.
Okay by this time I was getting sick of everything I had packed. Really, really sick, or more specifically, impulse purchase vulnerable sick. So after dragging a tireless man friend around Robertson Blvd. (the day of the Chanel opening!) and becoming thoroughly depressed by the Givenchy and Chloe shoes and Chanel sunglasses I couldn't afford, I went into LF for some friendlier prices and bought these Jeffrey Campbell mummy-esque (in the wrapped zombie way) Proenza knockoffs. Do note that they are weirdly much cheaper at Nordstrom, I've been had! Oh well. I like the army green enough to almost not be bitter.
We found this pretty park in Culver City after excitedly parking nearby to go to the Museum of Jurassic Technology, only to find that it didn't open till 2. I suppose it was foolish to expect such an establishment to operate on a normal schedule, and we decided it was most likely run by vampires. We killed time in the park until it opened, daintily sipping watermelon juice and raspberry lemonade. But the wait was well worth it. Let me tell you, it was the oddest, most WTF-inducing experience I've had in a while..everything from taxidermied rabbits to real mice corpses on toast (seriously) to an entire room dedicated to the fine art of cat's cradle and microscopic artwork done in the eyes of needles, all in an eery almost pitch black environment. LA people need to grab their weirdest friends and check this out (and make sure to linger in the Soviet space dog gallery and tea room upstairs!). I told my friend that he should plan on taking all future first dates there to test their taxidermy stamina. He calmly responded that he had already planned on doing so.
Note that this is what my hair looks like when I haven't touched a hairbrush for three days, I of course managed to forget this extremely necessary device before driving up. Then I foolishly sprayed this weird salt spray in it, which only served to tangle even further. It took some serious muscles to brush it out when I got home, which was kind of a shame, since I'm pretty sure I was forming my first authentic dreadlocks.
A huge thank you to R the Friar for his immaculate hosting skills and teaching me the glory of Guitar Hero. I guess I need an X Box now.
Dress and jacket, vintage. Heels, Aldo.
So sorry for the lack of updates this week, I've just returned from my SoCal trip, much of which I had little/sporadic internet access during. I had quite the adventure in more ways than I can even process right now, and my new goal is to be able to move to Manhattan Beach someday - so beautiful. Though updates were scarce..okay non-existent for the past few days, fear not, for documentation was had throughout. I'm slowly going to make my way through my memory card and I suppose just post in order. In regards to the interesting and quite exuberant commentary, I was sort of shocked and saddened to find there was a sort of ruckus going on while I wasn't able to check the ol' blog too often...no I'm not pulling a Style Bytes though I can see why Agathe might have chosen to do so now..anyway I really don't want to have to moderate comments but I suppose I'll just leave it that way for now..I find myself lucky to have mostly extremely lovely readers who I LOVE but those select few...
So if you don't like looking at pictures of me, then quickly click away lest your eyes disintegrate while peering at this post. In the early days of Treasure Chest Vintage, my boyfriend and I often took photos at this glorious wreck of a shack (you future bioengineers will know right where I am), and we decided to revisit it and do a little makeshift photo shoot with the random clothing I had packed and some things I found in my dresser in what used to be our room. We picked up some Sparks, laid out my gear, and clicked away. Props to him for managing all this with an only partially functional knee!
Let me know if I need to add in where the clothes are from...I figure this is mostly stuff I've worn before. Everything's pretty much vintage or from places like American Apparel and Forever 21. Those fearsome studded bangles I picked up at Loehmann's last weekend for $2.25 each. When I asked my boyfriend if I should get them, he looked aghast and vetoed them, but he promptly promoted them to almost acceptable when I told him they cost less than a soy latte.
Ohhh so drunk here. I love this dress. Not feeling so wordy tonight, the bed beckons. But I do know I sort of look like a crazy person here.
Vintage Tadashi Dress, vintage faux fur shrug, Aldo shoes, Balenciaga bag.
Hmm I've been finding all kinds of random clothes at my boyfriend's place that I forgot about. This stripey top I got a long time ago and is finally now being utilized. AND haven't we missed this wall??? Well I have. Except when it's all cloudy. Then it's a bad wall.
Shirt, secondhand. Skirt, Forever21. Bag, vintage. Shoes, Aldo.
Locking myself at home today so I would get all those last minute things done, I of course procrastinated in the form of outfit dress-up while attempting to figure out what to pack for my week-long trip. I forgot how much I hate the packing process and usually just end up shoving a bunch of crap in my bag in those last panicked minutes, but these are the looks/items I think I'm leaning towards. Right now, anyway..I'm sure I'll mix them all up later.
Sweatshirt, American Apparel. Skirt, Forever21. Bag, Charlotte Russe. Shirt, Fruit of the Loom. Heels, Nine West.
Shirt, Urbn. Vest and shorts, vintage. Boots, Jessica Simpson.
I made sure to check out the Rogan line at Target this weekend..but..already highly combed over. I know, what?! Must have been released days earlier judging from the lack of selection/sizes. I did get to check this thing out..just as crazy as it looks online. Anyway, I moped on over to the dressing rooms with a couple measly items, including these jeans just for the heck of it. I've never liked any of the other GO International collaboration's denim but they seemed at least mildly promising on the rack. They, surprisingly, fit amazingly well, hugging the ankles tightly and practically screaming that they wanted to be friends with my Marc Jacobs boots. Or perhaps not so surprising, isn't denim what Rogan mainly does in the first place? Oh yeah.
I didn't really wear this since it was blazingly hot, so I just put together a simple look to photograph. Just saying.
Note: this is really hard to photograph and almost just as hard to see in real life too, but they have this weird/kinda cool/kinda don't know what to think about it leopard patterning on the sides. I like how invisible this is, and I suppose it doesn't really detract. Just...random.
T, Urban Outfitters from last spring. Jeans, Rogan for Target. Heels, Nine West. Clutch, vintage.
Mmmm...medium wash denim..I guess I'm pretty into it right now. I was feeling an urge to wear this geeky dad shirt today, along with this Moroccan belt that overstayed it's welcome back in '04. I'd found it in my closet in a bag along with 15 other belts I forgot I had and wondered if it could be made new again. Which, of course, meant that floaty dresses and skinny jeans were out of the question. Luckily, bandage skirts seem to solve most of my fashion problems these days.
Oh and I know I have some terrifying roots going on..I'm trying to figure out what to do about it/not really caring. Plus, my brother informed me that he "always thought roots looked kind of cool". Yeah.
Watch cuff and belt, vintage. Shirt, secondhand. Skirt, Forever21. Bag, Old Navy. Sandals, Urban Outfitters from a couple summers ago.
Ahh everyone's favorite top...simple but brilliant. And perfect for constructing a look when it's @#$*&)@#* too hot to think. I love that it can dress down mostly anything (in this case monumental mirrored heels), and it's a favorite with my first love, denim shorts. This is definitely an outfit that's so simple it can be tinkered with in numerous ways and still be quite fun...Chucks, oversized vintage clutch, woven wedges, tights, studded anything, annoying hat, duh white tshirt, etc. I love basics.
And, my friends, it is a fateful day for me, I have scored a place on the homepage of The Fashion Spot. I'm more than a little stunned to see myself in the cover story flash animation alongside such internet giants as Susie Bubble. I've been lurking and posting there since..2004 or some crazy year, and sort of feel life would not be worth living without it. My frequent forum action has even caused fights with my boyfriend. Kind of sick. Not sure if I mean that in the good way or the bad way. So anyway, THANK YOU TFS!
Top and skirt, American Apparel. Bag, Lucky. Heels, Nine West. Necklace/headband, Banana Republic.
I do my fair share of internet roving and thought that I had peered at about every Paris fashion street style documentation that there was to be had, so when I stumbled across Dandyhorse I was rather delighted at being able to ogle more angles and immaculately disheveled looks. Though it's kind of making me sick to look at all these photos of tights and jeans when it's 90 degrees out, these are too good to not share. Now if only the site was updated more often...
Julia von Boehm is an eternal favorite..what a fabulous way to wear all black. Love how comfortable she looks in this gear.
This is sort of a fun interpretation of the motorcycle jacket/skinny jean/fierce heel combination which is pretty much the 07/08 uniform.
Gray is one of the few (only?) colors that I feel right mixing tones in. Those pants could have been so bad but they're..not.
I think those were the ones I wanted. Hmph.
This is so Diane Kruger's doing. At my high school there was this guy that everyone called Pacey because they thought he looked like this character. It was pretty annoying.
Julia Restoin-Roitfeld is one of those people where I just want ALL THEIR SHOES. I bet she's a 7.5 too....
I always enjoy concentrated coolness.
Dress, Topshop. Bag, vintage. Heels, Forever21.