Last weekend, I: Got dressed up as a bottle of Sriracha sauce for a surprise party, had my first taste of homemade peach sriracha ice cream (um, YUM), took some street style pics at The City Flea, was rudely reminded of my lack of hand-eye coordination during a shoddily played round of beer pong, and realized that despite the horrible writing for Crazy Stupid Love, I should probably be hanging
Vintage top, skirt, and clutch; Gucci belt; Seychelles shoes, Ray-Ban sunglasses So apparently we've reached that time of year when the temperature hits the '90s and just stays there for the next month and a half. Hooray! Days like this call for loose shapes and breathable fabric, so I dug up this vintage top (which I'm pretty sure belonged to my mom and may or may not be part of a pajama set) and a
Of course I choose to squeeze my bloated belly into my favorite (but TIGHT) bustier on a day when it's 95 degrees in the shade. Clearly not the most stellar idea I've ever had. Grey Ant bustier; Forever21 tank; H&M jeans, Jeffrey Campbell shoes For once, I'm actually GLAD the weekend is over. The past one was a doozy, with news of massacres and train wrecks and vengeful gunmen and celebrity death suffocating
Kookai top; Forever21 skirt; Seychelles sandals; Hats in the Belfry hat When it's this hot (96 degrees according to my phone), there are only three things I care to wear: 1. Cotton underwear (do I really need to explain?), 2. A straw hat to block the sun, and3. Plenty of SPF 85. Everything else is just an attempt to avoid public indecency. Have a great weekend!
UO tank & purse, Kill City jeans, Jeffrey Campbell shoes, vintage necklaces I got swept away by some '80s nostalgia while cruising the internets and subsequently went all Mr. T on your arses in a muscle tee, oversized gold chains, and Isweartheyweren'tthistightlastyear jeans. Am I tough enough?