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

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