yeah, brah

say hello to the back of my head. and my bra. i just love the top of these shorts so much. i guess i could've just tucked something in, but whatever. bra=shirt. i covered it up with a old grandpa cardigan to de-slut the whole situation. not that i ever think it necessary to de-slut. if you wanna slut out, slut it up! who am i to judge. speaking of slutting it up, i'm heading to vegas for a shoot tomorrow. wish me luck. xx
shorts//topshop, cardigan//joie, bra, i mean top//vpl, boots//chloe

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

naughty by nature

 thigh burning stairs of infinity.

 a river runs through it.

 i've been watching you, watching me.

 blair witch project vibe up in here. was not feeling it. went in anyway.

better late than never dudes! sorry for the hiatus. it's been work, work, oh! and i almost forgot---work. i've been trying to teach coco (yeah, my dog she's really smart) how to post for me, but she has trouble typing cause she doesn't actually have fingers.....damn her. so yeah. here are some pictures from a lewis&clark foraging exploration/lookbook shoot for planet blue. creeper weird ruins hidden in the hills of malibu. a pretty rad day at the office.

shorts: one teaspoon, top: joie, boots: minnetonka (not recommended for hiking btw).

slippin' on some sizzurp

 i was not buying the sizzurp here....come on, it was the morning!

thought i would counteract my bathing suit/booty short derelict weekend with an attempt at being demure. and my continued love/hate relationship with this bubble slip dress. it's one of my favorite things.....so thin and interesting, rad details....and of course the foofy little bubble hem. but. every time i wear it, it feels so girly. like kitten heel girly. so i tried to offset it in every way possible. jewelry-snagged holey giant t-shirt with a coffee? soy sauce? stain on it (thank god for photoshop), unpainted toes (no close-ups here), and bedhead dreads (which i enable). but i still felt like a daytime ballerina of some sort. next attempt, maybe goth herman munster platforms and a death metal tee?

t-shirt: hero crane, sweater: joie, slip: kamishima chinami, pics: zoey grossman