Now that it’s Officially December, it’s a good time to write my yearly letter/email-with-links to my homie Santa: 1. No explanation needed, though I’m surprisingly interested reading magazines on one of these doohickeys. Apple iPad, $499 2. I prefer dark, heady fragrances, and this one definitely fits the bill. Tom Ford Black Orchid, $105 3. Completely inappropriate for anything other than posing provocatively in Terry Richardson-esque photos, but hey, I need a new swimsuit. American Apparel one-piece, $46 4.
Skulls stopped being truly subversive a few years ago, but I like the proper lady/hellraiser vibe of these tea saucers; Flourescent and plastic Loubs are fabulously tacky in the way that only ridiculously expensive shoes can be; This image of deep tea divers only serves to amplify my appreciation for clever art; I may or may not have* devoured a few pints of this key lime pie ice cream; Delicate patterns + letterpress = a
I recently re-watched Paris is Burning for the first time in at least 10 years (it still holds up, in case you were wondering) and figured it was time to bring a little Executive Realness to my life. Hugo Buscati blazer; thrifted oxford shirt; J. Crew pants; NOMAD3176 necklace; Giuseppe Zanotti heels If you’ve never seen Paris, I encourage you to watch it (for free!) here. Like I said, it holds up and is just as exuberant/haunting/relevant