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

dark/stormy/long/layered

 the only thing i have in common with cowboys: a love of bolo ties.

six months later! sorry for my holiday hiatus....i was busy doing.....well, nothing! my holiday was filled with brie cheese, mimosas, bad word scrabble (a family tradition, get a view of the board if you dare here), bailey's on the rocks (granny drink and proud of it), and marathons of i shouldn't be alive. which gives me anxiety i might add. i'm looking pretty les mis in these pictures. i think cause its been colllllld (l.a. cold i know it's pathetic). but i'm wanting me some oil slathered sunbaking. and short shorts. without tights. cause i'm over them. and giant tank tops. without jackets and cardigans layered over. cause i'm over all of them too. bah humbug, the holidays are over! just kidding.

dress//splendid, best//topshop, jacket//twelfth street, bag//miu miu

shake it like a polaroid picture

behind the scenes dudes! polaroids rule. even though the film is $289,397,920. i probably won't talk to you guys until after the holidays (not like i actually talk to you but you know what i mean), soooo i hope you all have a relaxin' and maxin', seasons greetin' and eatin' kinda weekend.  i will talk to you all when we are back to the daily hustle. wah wahhhhh....but let's not get ahead of ourselves! happy holidazzze//much love xx

hurtin' for certain

part 2. the throbbing calm after the storm: the hangover. although, you can bet your bottom dollar i'm not looking like this when i'm hung over. you can find me on the couch, advil bottle clutched tight, law&order svu marathon running strong, and domino's on its way. 

photos//zoey g., model//charlotte, styling//still me, makeup//stacey tan, clothes//right here