knotty or nice

from mega post to maxi post. i am obsessed with interesting underpinnings. so i was in shock and awe coming across this amazingly straptastic bra. i'm in love with it. haven't taken it off in fact. it's actually a bikini top, but the problem with that is 1. it would leave the worst tan lines maybe, ever in the history of the world. and 2. it's dorito chip coverage would leave you flashing lovely beachgoing families. i'm all for flashing a cheek, but a nip isn't as well received. and this dress is way too long, but i can't seem to get it shortened, so instead the trusty knot. gives you a little tiny step syndrome, but it's better than the regal long dress train.

dress: splendid, bed jacket: winter kate, brakini: one teaspoon, necklace: c/o native l.a., bag: something else x natalie wood, pics: zoey grossman

three's company

dress: isabel marant, sandals: twelfth street, bag: topshop, hat: rag&bone. i look like i'm about to cry.

top: blu moon, sweater: inhabit, shorts: a&f, boots: joie, bag: mayle, sunglasses: persol

dress: twelfth street, shirt: current/elliott, bag: aridza bross, sunglasses: karen walker

mega post madness. all in a weeks work. if i was smart i would space these out, but since i've been slacking on my posting frequency (job+blog=2 jobs. why didn't anyone tell me that?), i figured a little outfit overstimulation wouldn't hurt. do you guys like the photo overload? i'm always a big fan of a bounty of pictures, but one of my friends always says "less is more ashley. edit." screw that shiz. dear pj, this one's for you. get your scroll on.

burning down the rouse

the rouse by annabelle lee jewelry lookbook. i am in love with the dirty topanga hippie meets the craft 90's witchery vibe. and don't even get me started on the jewels. i need to get my mitts on....well, everything. right now. this second. likerightnow. shot by my brother from another mother, zoey grossman.

blame it on the alcohol

my going out uniform. biggest top possible + glorified undie. free flowing and cheek hanging. 

top: winter kate, shorts (or lack thereof): one teaspoon

cactus cooler chaser. trying to counteract my goblet of fire.

b.f. not pleased with that stiff pour. not. one. bit. but don't think he didn't polish it off.

these sort of remind me of some old skool frankie b.'s. lace ups. you know you had those when they were cool. that 2 inch rise....yikes.

my vision, my photography: blurry.

 i do not endorse sunglasses at night. let me just make that verrrrry clear. i have no idea where these came from. or why i'm clutching the menu so tightly. damn you, grey goose.

 party on wayne weekend. first of all, who drinks shots of vodka? second, who drinks them out of goblets? zoey does. loca. so we all followed suit. like amateurs. after the jersey shore shot-fest, we went to see a friend's band. my post hiatus.....my killer headache....and my inability to pontificate? blame it on the alcohol. let's just say the patron didn't really get me in the zone. but i'm back to responsible sally. and tuesday. which is basically as lame as monday, lets be honest.