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.

day tripper

sooooo my new year's resolution was to post more frequently. clearly i've already failed. i suck! you know what i decided? i'd be a super awesome blogger if i didn't have a job. because then i would have alllll the time in the world to put together fancy interesting outfits and clodhop around in heels and make zoey take pictures of me. but instead i work all day errrrr day and blogging seems just as awful as the word itself is----the word blog is super gross. i feel the same way about the word blog as i do about the word moist. blog sounds like something that happens after a bad case of food poisoning from a seafood buffet. wowwwww holy tangent---my tuesday edition of deep thoughts for you right there. back to the post at hand, here is the rest of the for love and lemons lookbook i styled eons ago! i can't waitttttt for my goods. when life gives you lemons, put that shit on your body.

photography//zoey grossman, makeup//samuel paul, model//anna iaryn@nymodels

rumpledstiltskin

rollin' with the homies.

 my aussie sisters from another mister (otherwise known as spell) gave me this awesome bag dangly. and all the dogs in my apartment building love to bark their asses off when i walk by a clinkin'.

 i'm on a religious relic rollercoaster. between my plethora of crosses and the jesus piece, i'm giving the pope a run for his money.

konichiwa bitches, i'm back! happy new year! i realize i didn't do the obligatory happy new year blogger post, but you know why? i was busy getting wasted. sake, champagne, vodka, tequila.....down the hatch. but that doesn't mean that i don't love you all and think that you rule. cause i do. i'm just not one for sentiment. it's hard to incorporate cuss words in a sentimental blurb. hope you all made resolutions that you are currently breaking. still kidding. ok anyway this has been my run of the mill dirtbag outfit: the fall edition. you may remember my summer dirtbag outfit. which is pretty much the same thing with sandals instead of boots and sans 2 layers. i've decided because i spend my days dressing other people by the time i get to myself i give up and grab whatever is close to the bed. wash, rinse, repeat. maybe just repeat. how dirty can flannels get?

tank//elizabeth&james, vest//blu moon, flannel//vintage, denim shirt//one teaspoon, rosary//pamela love, boots//barney's co-op, sunglasses//persol