vagrant vibes

i've decided i might be completely over "it" bags. i think they are awesome, and i wouldn't say no to that big ole' celine shopper dude or a ps1 or 2 or whatever they are called, but it gets really boring when you're walking down the street and 9872349 other girls have the same damn thing. so instead, i carry a backpack. can't wait for this bad boy to get all buttery and shit.

bountiful slew of new rings that haven't come off. left to right: spell, knuckle ring//vanessa mooney, rbrth shield ring, knuckle ring//october anniversary, vanessa mooney, spell. ring a ding ding.

whattttt upppp! here i am, hanging out at a hippie commune. this is some realllll topanga hippie shit. like naked babies carrying naked babies running around, stranger hugs, dudes with dreads named jah and divine, outdoor bathtubs, composting, and mad weed. which is all a-ok with me! on another note, i love any clothing that allows you to freely walk around in just your bra without looking like a total whore and this awesome evil twin diddy allows for just that. titties out. i am currently enjoying the weekend and getting my drank on. its awesome. for future reference, i have some good posts coming up-----a couple of lookbooks that i thiiiiiink you might like. one of them takes place at this very hippie commune. with a super fox. if you ever scope out my instagram you might know what i'm talking about, but if not, get ready for some tan leggy hotness. which will be a nice departure from my short legged-pastiness. <3

dress//evil twin (thank you karly you little minx!), shirt//b.f.'s from levi's, backpack//jas mb, hat//vintage, photos//zoey grossman

let's bone

 body bag, party of one. you can literally fit a family of four in this beast. good luck finding my keys.

  posted a picture of this big bad wolf here. this thing is painful. who cares. it's one crazy mother cuffer.

slacka ass slackaaaaaa returns. i'll have you know the only thing i slack on in life is this blahggg. and maybe cleaning my room. this week has been nuts balls. i styled a lookbook on thursday, got one measly day off, then woke up at the most brutal hour of 5 am to drive to palm springs to shoot an editorial, which was way rad. (the editorial not the ungodly wake up call). and then today, another lookbook. my creative juices are running low. homegirl needs a vacation. a vacation where i don't have to come up with "jewelry stories". or say cute. and yes i know i was just wearing a long dress with a harness over it. did you just miss the sentence about creative juices running low?

dress//evil twin, vest//topshop//, shirt//current/elliott, rosary//pamela love, cuff//citrine by the stones, photos//zoey grossman <3

welcome to the jungle

an insanely giant bag to go with my insanely giant top. it's from this french line, gardem, that i don't think exists anymore. which is a damn shame cause they made a mean body bag.

just in case you guys were wondering this was my second and last wear of these torturous clodhoppers---the heel broke off. heel. broke. off. are you kidding me? my feet are stoked though.

just wore these? yeah i know. do i care? nahhh.

just a casual stroll in the park outfit.....i am so in love with this top it's the most mammothly huge awesome thing----and it's an xs. that's right, the biggest extra small ever to exist in the world. i haven't worn such a size since my i love tight tween years. i always buy medium or large. big and droopy = cute to me. real cute. i bet you can't handle me inundating you with these deep thoughts right now. hmmmm let me try to get deep.....nope. ok so back to the top, when i pulled it out of my closet to wear b.f. burst into laughter. said just the sheer size of it was hysterical to him. didn't get it. nor should he. this thing is intense. unleash the beast. speaking of, unleash your inner beast cause hello, it's friday. t.g.i.f. dudes.
top: c/o evil twin (angela you're awesome), shorts: glued to my body, boots: chloe s. x opening ceremony, photos: zoey grossman