pajama party hardy

fondling baby elephants. with a bevy of delightful new rings from my loves at vanessa mooney.

this bra does not deserve to be covered. unless it's something completely sheer. or doesn't exist at all.

chilling with a cock. it's a rooster, you pervs! get your minds out of the gutter! where i frequently hang out.

hats off to myself, for sucking at updating. dear ashley, if you're gonna keep a blog maybe you should slightly pay attention to it. my sister will be thoroughly annoyed i addressed the obvious inconsistent posting, but whatever. my excuse will always be "i'm working alot". cause i always seem to be "working alot". which i'm not complaining about. i'm even working this weekend. both. days. i may never update purse 'n booze ever again because i will be dead. dead tired. but i'm stoked about this weekend of work. i get to finallllly style a lookbook for my love mary from novella royale, anddddd work with my soul sisters from for love and lemons. with one of my favorite models of all motherfuckin' time. i will post some sneak peeks here for sure. instagram, i feel the need to mention, is a stomping ground for stranger assholes who feel it's perfectly ok to leave a stranger dick comment. you think my shoes suck? don't care. you don't like this picture? i hate you. and i'm gonna block your agro ass. rant. complete. on a lighter note, much love amigos. xx
tank//seneca rising, denim shirt//current/elliott, jacket//3.1 phillip lim, pants//blu moon, hat//vintage, photos//zoey just update her website and it looks amazing grossman

on the rocks

i couldn't love this completely impractical ring set any more. it gets tangled in every nook and cranny humanly possible, but don't think that stops me from spending an extra ten minutes of my day detaching myself from various inanimate objects. worth it.

son of a beach! i can't believe i already used that as a post title----damn. post titles are a test of my ability to outwit myself with various clever plays on words----it's a favorite pastime of mine. like with this post, i already used son of a beach, so i'm thinking, what rhymes with beach? leach? preach? do i move onto rocks instead? on the rocks is lame, so how do i incorporate rock out with your cock out into a post title. ok, maybe that's too vulgar. hmmmm i guess on the rocks it is. but don't think i'm gonna be satisfied with my completely bland post title. tomorrow i'll be driving and think of some awesomely funny rock/beach reference and hate myself for going with such a sub par title......and then realize i have issues. tuesday. deep thoughts. keepin' it real up in here.

shorts//stone cold fox, jacket//3.1 phillip lim, tank//patterson kincaid, egyptian cross necklace//rouse, breastplate necklace//spell <3, photos//zoey g.

flowers in the attic

 these might as well be "boots with the fur" cause that's how hot it was wearing them.

 haven't busted out this little bad boy in awhile. when i went to fill it i remembered why. my new huge wallet doesn't fit in it's tiny little body. credit cards/id loosely floating. begging to be lost.

 no, your eyes are not playing tricks on you. yes, the turquoise ring is turning my finger gangrene. cheap rings= green digits. i've come to terms with it.

aaaand we're back. as promised, i cultivated my tan with an awesome uva ray filled weekend. complete with taxi rides on a foam floaty around the pool, super spiked fruit punch, a plethora of tiny dogs, and diving contests. and......a 5 course meal from domino's. pasta in a bread bowl and all. oh, holiday weekends, how i love thee. these pics were taken mid sweat-stache status in the super hot hot heat that mysteriously appeared out of nowhere. i cut literally 6 feet off this floral number----it was a serious 19 kids and counting ankle grazing length---one of the more hideously unflattering pieces i own. no wonder it was a rogue lone soldier at a 75% off sale. it sat gathering ankle length dust until one day i got around to taking it to the tailor----who proceeded to make it a crop top. well, not quite but lets just say i can't lift my arms or bend down while wearing it. and i have no idea why i'm wearing over the knee boots in 80 degree heat. it was a very bad call. learn from my mistake. unless you want a sweat-stache of your very own. hope you all enjoyed your weekend. back to the grind. cheers to it not being monday!

dress/top for everyone else in the world: 3.1 phillip lim, boots: joie, hat: hat attack, bag: olivia harris

pepto party

 the pitfalls of light colored suede: dirt ripples. thanks for nothing scotch guard.

 look at that shirt. wrinkle city. rumplestiltskin. i may have pulled it out of the hamper.

 held out on alexander wang bags until this backpacktastic fool came along. and i scored it on sale. i know, shocking. i'm still shocked. put it on the barney's card. hello, finance charges.

 i should've called this post change your clothes. because this is allll i've been wearing lately. i've been in a seven month relationship with this jacket----we are gonna go the distance. maybe a fall wedding. the denim shirt has been slept in on many occasion, and the shorts haven't been removed from my body the entire week. i'm not gonna lie about these granny high waisted blindingly pink babies---they will ride up as far as you let them, there's not a sliver of stretch---whatsoever, and they aren't lined, which = itchy and scratchy like a mofo. but they are so effing cute to me that i deal with the trials and tribulations that come with wearing them. these boots were my best purchase of the year, and this hat i'm considering in every color. leather jackets and long sleeves in the summer is a damn shame california. don't use june gloom as an excuse.

shorts: kenny, shirt: one teaspoon, jacket: 3.1 phillip lim (this is a rad alternative), backpack: alexander wang, pics: zoey grossman