12/8/15
YAS KWEEN.
Because sometimes you want to feel like fucking royalty.
H&M bodysuit.
Topshop shearling denim vest.
J. Crew sparkle sweater.
Club Monaco pants.
Minnetonka boots.
12/7/15
OH HAI, GLOBAL WARMING.
Although to be honest, I don't exactly hate that we're in December and still seeing temperatures in the 50s. BUT I KNOW I CAN'T BE SELFISH, BECAUSE THAT'S OBVIOUSLY AN INDICATION THAT EARTH IS DYING. So as a compromise I'm mixing summer and winter gear in order to show my support for the fact that it should be colder than it is. I know it's dumb, don't say anything.
H&M crop top.
Zara faux leather skirt and boots.
Thrift store find pom-pom scarf.
12/3/15
What I would probably look like if I were named Svetlana and had a curious fascination with Attila the Hun.
I'm a born and bred Texas girl, so I doubt I'll ever be well-equipped for winter, but even I have to admit joy at the prospect of wearing things that are fuzzy and warm. And by warm I mean I don't even want to be able to tell that it's thirty degrees outside. Which means I probably should't wear a dress with knee-high slits up the sides.
Oh my god, I'd make the worst Svetlana. Attila would be so disappointed.
Retropolis jacket find.
Ebay shearling vest.
H&M dress.
Zara boots.
Banana Republic earrings.
12/2/15
AND WE'RE BACK!
I've returned from my travels in Brazil to deliver all the good vibes and all the good things! Did you miss me? I hope so. If not, just lie.
J. Crew turtleneck.
Zara overalls, blazer, and shoes.
11/18/15
FELIZ NAVIDAD, PROSPERO AÑO Y FELIZIDAD.
Ah yes: Thanksgiving first. Alright, I'll remind y'all again in about a month.
J. Crew sweater.
Skirt from Retropolis in Houston.
Thai silk scarf from Beads of Paradise.
Uniqlo socks.
Zara sandals.
11/17/15
Oooh, hunny: I LUH you.
And you know what I love even more? That it's mid-November and we're still having sixty degree days. Man, that is the BOMB DOT COMB. I hate puffy coats! But unless I want my ass to remain in a non-popsicle state, I'm forced to wear one every damn day once the temperatures plummet. So I will gladly sashay around town in my next to nothing coat while everyone complains about "global warming."
Just kidding, I'm concerned about that, too.
Primark overalls.
J. Crew turtleneck and shoes.
Kelsi Dagger bag.
Fuego blue suede trench purchased at Retropolis in Houston for $16, because someone got confused.
11/16/15
Tomboy 4 Lyfe.
When I was little I hated wearing dresses with a fervent passion. It felt so limiting to not be able to tumble around without concern of my skirt flying up. So I'd wear biker shorts underneath as a compromise. Now: I wear full-on pants. BECAUSE, ADULTHOOD.
H&M dress.
Gap jeans.
Mango blazer.
Zara shoes.
11/13/15
AW SNAP! IT'S THE MUTHAFUCKIN' WEEKEND!
Which means it's time for me to spend all day on the couch. Holla.
AllSaints button up
Forever 21 hammertime pants.
Converse leather hi-tops.
Zara hat.
Dooney & Bourke handbag
Banana Republic snake chain.
Versace knock-off lion necklace.
11/12/15
I feel like I should be in a tree, turning my head some crazy degree around, and blinking furiously.
Who dat? MC Hammer, OBVS.
What I love most about Hammertime pants is . . . I don't know, I just love them. They're comfortable! Whoever disses a drop crotch obviously has never experienced the liberating bliss of not having pant seams digging into your thighs. How else are you supposed to bust a move? Or, in my case, how else are you supposed to hang out awkwardly in the most wide-angle stance possible because busting a move is not an option? The answer is there's no other way to, all of that can only be done in oddly draped, tiger print pants. Obviously.
J. Crew sweater and bag.
Forever 21 shoes and MC Hammer pants.
Thrift store collar.
11/11/15
Hump day. Not the fun kind.
Alright, guys: It's Wednesday. It's shitty and we all know it. Now, there are two options that we're faced with: We can either George Costanza it under our desks, waving our flag of defeat to Thursday and Friday, or we can Jane Fonda it and Go For The Burn, powering our way through the rest of the week like the champs we are so that we can conquer the weekend victorious.
You're right, I like napping in dark, small space as well.
J. Crew sweater and pants.
Zara necklace.
Nike shoes.
Thai silk scarf doubling as headband/Donatello's ninja headwrap.
11/10/15
Flesh and Bone for the plebs. Plebs being me.
My boyfriend is a choreographer and dancer. I cannot dance. I try to, but, you know: it just wasn’t meant to be.
But I still enjoy the hell out of it, ballet in particular. I love watching ballerina’s twirl and soar, achieving spectacular feats with just their bodies. Do they not dazzle, do they not inspire? And the costumes! Those tutus, those headpieces, those shoes! How can one not feel compelled to go home and attempt the same thing? That is, until one pirouettes a little too aggressively and rams her hip into a drawer, causing it to shake and upset the balance of a vase, which then falls over onto the floor and shatters into many tiny pieces, at which point one decides she should probably just go to bed.
Zara top and ballerina shoes.
J. Crew metallic sweats.
Banana Republic straw purse.
11/9/15
It's a beautiful thing.
Sneaker culture is amazing and fascinating. This summer I went to an exhibit at The Brooklyn Museum dedicated solely (ha!) to the rise of sneaker culture. End to end, the walls were lined with sneakers of all shapes, sizes, colors, and assortments. Who do we have to thank for their spike in popularity? Probably Michael Jordan, I don't know: I didn't actually read anything. I just walked around and drooled a lot.
Zara jacket and top.
J. Crew pants.
Urban Outfitters belt.
Forever 21 necklace.
Nike sneakers.
11/6/15
It's like CliffsNotes, but for thigh-high boots: It's not exactly the whole story, but the general plot is there.
I love girls who wear over-the-knee or thigh-high boots, because I can't commit to that. Have you ever tried pulling off a pair of regular, really tight boots? It's like trying to pull your calves out of a human-sized vacuum cleaner. Now imagine that struggle with your entire leg. If I were trying to wrangle those things off after a night out, I'd most likely end up wearing them to bed like a pair of pajamas. Which is why I love these pants: they give the illusion of thigh-highs while allowing me to continue being the laziest, most non-committal person I know.
No one pay attention to how crooked that portrait is.
NU New York button up
H&M faux leather pants.
J. Crew necklace.
Zara boots.
11/5/15
Did anyone in H&M's PR department consider that "Balmaination" sounds a lot like "abomination"? Because it does.
I really enjoy fast fashion collaborations, but the last time I made the attempt to buy anything from a collection was when Prabal Gurung teamed up with Target in 2013, and DAMN that was a shit show: waking up early to shop online, getting kicked off the website because everyone had the same genius idea of making purchases first thing in the morning, having everything cool sell out in 5 nanoseconds, and then eventually walking away with a pair of earrings I sorta maybe liked but probably returned later on. Nah man. Collabs come and go, so I'll make due with what I have. I'm going to wear a jacket I bought from H&M years ago that I somehow decided would be super practical, but mainly bought because it was reminiscent of the military jackets Balmain showed in its Spring 2010 Ready-To-Wear collection.
But do you see the similarities? Balmaination! Finally I win! Ha! Do I sound bitter? Don't be confused, it's because I am.
Zara sideboob dress and shoes.
J. Crew belt.
Nepalese necklace.
H&M bootleg Balmain jacket.
11/4/15
"I believe I can fly" is never not relevant.
You know what’s practical about fringe? Nothing. It gets in your soup, it gets tangled in itself, and the strings are always wonky and going wherever they please. But man is it fun, and it’s pretty useful for diffusing awkward situations. Remember when Anne Hathaway hosted the Oscars? Technically James Franco was her co-host, but she had to distract the world from this fact, so this is what she did:
Instant global mesmerization. Because who doesn’t like reminiscing about being four and trapped in your parent’s car, terrified of the ferocious mop monster that for sure was going to swallow everyone as y’all went through the car wash?
I don’t, I hate it. But this dress makes me feel like a bird, so I’m here for that.
Zara dress and sneakers.
Urban Outfitters necklaces.
Goody headband.
11/3/15
Why you mad?
Zara tee and skirt.
Sfera necklace.
J. Crew wool pants.
Miu Miu pumps BUT I BOUGHT THEM ON TRADESY. So it's like I got them for free. Almost.
Kelsi Dagger bag.
Indonesian belt which is, in fact, from Indonesia.
11/2/15
Annie Hall 2.0
Silence and Noise crop top.
Lux button up.
J. Crew pants.
Ju Ju jellies.
My boyfriend's Halloween costume hat that I borrowed without permission.
10/30/15
Emo cool kids, moody as SHIT!
H & M Vest.
Zara sandals.
Goody headband.
Giorgio Armani pants purchased at TJ Maxx for about a bazillion percent off.
10/29/15
Exhale deeply, pray to the fitting gods, and zip.
H & M skirt and top.
Beacon's Closet unidentified designer sweater.
Loeffler Randall boots purchased at Housing Works for twenty-five big ones.
Pearl River Market necklace.
Goody headband.
10/28/15
Just because it's a men's jacket, doesn't mean it has to go on a man.
10 Deep Jacket.
BDG shirt.
Zara skirt and sandals.
H & M choker.
Brazilian tiger eye necklace to keep out the demon thoughts.