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

how low can you go

society for rational dress makes the best t-shirts. they always add a cool accoutrement and never shy away from a side boob. my kind of people.

my homeslice amanda bestowed a mystical bounty of luv aj goodness upon me. i have not been able to take it off. i don't even care i wear it all at once.

i could probably wear some version of this outfit all day every day. but then you would get bored and probably stop looking my blog. oh wait, i sorta do wear this outfit every day. well, if you're still reading it clearly doesn't bother you. awesome. i'm a little bit fried egg brain. writers. block. fried. just finished (like tonight) styling the twelfth street resort 12 lookbook. if you follow me on twitter, 1. this is old ass news to you, and 2. you got a sneak peek. one of my favorite lookbooks yet. serengeti desert moroccan princess with a little neverending story thrown in. if that doesn't get you excited i don't know what does! sarcasm doesn't quite translate over text....does it....
tank/society for rational dress, mesh tank/rodan vs. griffith, shorts/one teaspoon, bag/topshop

little house on the prarie

cracked. yes, cracked. leaned forward, hit the desk and crackety crystal it became. blows.

a little bavarian st pauli's girl meets laura ingalls wilder number. found it in my closet tags still attached. cheapie from h&m. it has a double slip on the bottom and its thick cotton gives you an extra petticoat layer of cushion for the pushin'.....which is why the tags were still attached. but its hot as hell and i wanted something easy and light. we shot a mini lookbook for planet blue at this rad area in malibu.....we had a safari vibe to shoot and there isn't any lush forest vegetation around, so we cheated a little and i got to chill out around this tall grass and insane view of the ocean. made for an awesome location for pics. thank god for zoey and her badass camera. alot of you ask what camera i use for my photos and the majority of the time it's her canon 5d mark 2. makes you look like the best you humanly possible. now i need to rob a bank and get my hands on the couple g's it costs to buy one of my own. or just continue to force z to work her magic. i'm going with option number 2.

dress: h&m, belt: don't remember but this one's super similar, malibu outback photos: zoey grossman

sporty spice

 i posted the lookbook for this jewelry, rouse, a bit ago.....shit is dope. religious relics? my bag.

 if this place looks familiar to you, it's because these were taken the day we did the fourth of july lookbook.......i met up with my friend pj for dinner later that night, and when i got out of the car he said "did you just come from the gym?" yeah bro, i work out in leather running shorts. doesn't everyone? fresh from spinning class. hence the birth of sporty spice. i couldn't be further from sporty, that's for damn sure, but i do enjoy these tiny little leather whisper of a running short. what i don't enjoy is running. one bit. literally wheeze, turn red, then white, then pass out. sad. gym rat i am not. beach rat, now that's a different story.

shorts: one teaspoon, tank: rodan vs. griffith, sweatshirt: american apparel, backpack: alexander wang