dancing with myself

soooo pensive. thinking about fashun. 

 some serious carmen sandiego vibes right here.

so i may or may not have been inebriated during this post. i think my hazy lazy eye in the last picture just gives it away. i think i would've gotten away with it had it not been for that last picture. damn it! ok soooooooo i'm not at fashion week right now. i'm sitting on my couch watching ID tv. that's investigation discovery if you're not in the know. i can't handle the pressure of nyc during fashion week. it's just too much. plus, i think fashion shows are kinda boring, and i hate waiting in lines. i mean if i got a delicious donut/croissant at the end of the line, maybe i would be down. i think i see clothes on a daily basis so i don't feel the need to fly 6 hours to see more clothes. instead, i have ID benders and go over to zoey's to take blog pics. winning. i am however, going to nyc in october for my bday. i've been more times than i can count, but does anyone have any recommendations of awesomeness that i can't miss? let's talk. k love you bye.

dress//novella royale, boots//opening ceremony, crystal cuff//spell, coin necklace//child of wild, thunderbird necklace//torchlight, photos//zoey grossman

everyday im hustlin'

so here's the night/street walking version of the previous post. black skirt (sheer replaced with sausage casing short), tank replaced with bra (which at night, equals tank), and big fuzzy jacket to offset the ho factor. although this is still pretty ho-heavy----it definitely isn't for the modest/amish/faint of heart. although if you like my blog you probably aren't used to seeing the norm up in here.
bra: topshop, skirt//herve leger, boots//opening ceremony, jacket//vintage, harness(worn backwards this time)//leather daddy store on santa monica, photos// zoey grossman.