Blazer and button-down, Erin Wasson x RVCA. Bodysuit, American Apparel. Jeans, Rogan for Target.
Tempted to claim this is my house...I mean damn. One of my best friends Rahul rented out this oceanside mansion for his birthday last night, which obviously demanded some daytime drinking in preparation. This place was pretty out there, 6 foot hookah, fur everywhere, letters signed by Ronald Reagan hanging on the walls, vivid paintings cramming every last inch of hallway space. Oh and swords. Lots of swords. I'm assuming the owner is slightly mad/all awesome. The party lived up to the environs with Guitar Hero, hot tub action, and the obligatory tons of random people that always end up arriving. I missed the plan to dress up at night (must read things more fully in the future) so I just..put on my bodysuit. We worked on our hangovers today by lolling around uselessly on the beach before gorging on sushi and Mexican hot chocolate after Rahul calmed a distressed, ok angry, mansion owner. That vase was totally already broken. Happy birthday Rahul!
