kahlo ain't malo

 in love with this lookbook from new australian line, kahlo. bad. ass. super simple styling, a little t and a, oh yeah, and anya. makes me want to reach for the bleach and fry the living daylights out of my hair. suede hotshorts, super straptastic bras and granny sack dresses? yes. please.

model anya konstantinova @ priscillas, photography: darren mcdonald

black hole sun

 world wrestling federation championship belt.

  something about this bag reminds me of dennis rodman. can't quite put my finger on it. either way, dennis: cheers to fuchsia velvet.

 so i've seen chicks hoofing it around in these frankenstein clodhoppers all day long all day strong. please tell me your secrets. cause they might be even more torturous than these babies.

 holy hiatus homies! here's a picture overload to counteract my pitiful posting negligence. the dark side of monochrome, a sporadic black situation----haven't worn black since my black and yellow wishes came true. smart guy over here busting out all the black clothes in the middle of the extreme sauna summertime. i am in love with this swiss cheese skirt----bought it in the black, and i have no willpower so i also got it's angelic white counterpart. can't get enough see through skirts----a loincloth away from being naked. and it's sooooo effing hot right now it's either the usual----denim diapers, or a skirt with a thousand holes. it's full on blazing saddles. summer is giving me the big f.u. for doubting it's arrival. it's here with a serious vengeance. who knew summer was so spiteful? it's the weekendddd. relax and max. or party hardy. either way, do it up. catch you on the flip side.

skirt/blu moon, tank/patterson kincaid, bustier/kettle black, shoes/chloe s. x opening ceremony

flowers in the attic

 these might as well be "boots with the fur" cause that's how hot it was wearing them.

 haven't busted out this little bad boy in awhile. when i went to fill it i remembered why. my new huge wallet doesn't fit in it's tiny little body. credit cards/id loosely floating. begging to be lost.

 no, your eyes are not playing tricks on you. yes, the turquoise ring is turning my finger gangrene. cheap rings= green digits. i've come to terms with it.

aaaand we're back. as promised, i cultivated my tan with an awesome uva ray filled weekend. complete with taxi rides on a foam floaty around the pool, super spiked fruit punch, a plethora of tiny dogs, and diving contests. and......a 5 course meal from domino's. pasta in a bread bowl and all. oh, holiday weekends, how i love thee. these pics were taken mid sweat-stache status in the super hot hot heat that mysteriously appeared out of nowhere. i cut literally 6 feet off this floral number----it was a serious 19 kids and counting ankle grazing length---one of the more hideously unflattering pieces i own. no wonder it was a rogue lone soldier at a 75% off sale. it sat gathering ankle length dust until one day i got around to taking it to the tailor----who proceeded to make it a crop top. well, not quite but lets just say i can't lift my arms or bend down while wearing it. and i have no idea why i'm wearing over the knee boots in 80 degree heat. it was a very bad call. learn from my mistake. unless you want a sweat-stache of your very own. hope you all enjoyed your weekend. back to the grind. cheers to it not being monday!

dress/top for everyone else in the world: 3.1 phillip lim, boots: joie, hat: hat attack, bag: olivia harris

i know what you did last summer

the wang backpack is a total twofer. turns into a purse. awwwesome.

me casually/awkwardly slipping my dress off of my shoulder so you can see the velvety goodness that is this half-cami bra thing that i scored at topshop.

you know what i wasn't doing last summer? wearing a jacket. actually, i got a little tan this weekend---very excited to share this news. now that you can sleep at night knowing that, back to the pre-tan gloom. june gloom is rearing it's ugly little head. this is my fisherman killer from i know what you did last summer jacket. super huge hood all the better for hiding my fish-hook wielding face. that just got creepy. i don't own a trenchcoat, blogger blasphemy i know---but this serves the same purpose for me. paired with a giant tent that i call a dress, and my hero to zero burgundy boots that i haven't worn since the last time i posted them and they made mincemeat out of my feet. and oh yeah, 16 pounds of jewelry. stating the obvious. hope you all have a blazin' amazin' weekend and get your patriotic party on. i'll be working on my italian stallion tan. 

jacket: mike&chris (sample), dress: malene birger, boots: barney's co-op, pics: zoey grossman