Hey fwiends! Sorry I’ve been a little MIA lately, but all this long awaited free time has made me pick up old hobbies I love, and they’ve been keeping me happily busy! Don’t worry it’s not squash. I’m here today to tell you all about the final day of Coachella, which might just have been the best one yet. We went to the grounds early before anyone really shows up, not to enjoy the scenery, but to eat. After I got that taken care of, we walked around, had some morning margaritas, ate a little more and headed back to our place for an outfit change, followed by this middle of butt fuck nowhere #OOTD shoot. I mean when you’re in the desert, you have to venture out into the unknown you know? Also it makes for a pretty beautiful badass background (alliteration watsup!). We then returned to the festival for a pretty great evening line up.
We felt connected to the universe and cried a little while singing along to “Home” at Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros, and did what can only be described as african tribe inspired dance moves with Alexander Wang and his model army during Major Lazer. The sleeper hit of the weekend had to be Sia. That set was the most creative use of stage time I’ve seen at Coachella and maybe anywhere really. Because she’s always hiding her pretty face, actors, artists, and dancers interpreted every song from her repertoire (including Breathe Me, I cried a little for that too) in the most beautifully WTF kinda ways. Maddie Ziegler did some pirouettes, Kristen Wiig emoted, and Shia Labeouf didn’t show up. Typical. Calvin Harris then came out and put on a better show than I could have ever anticipated. Big Sean said hi, and then Rihanna came out and gave the the rendition of We Found Love I had always dreamed of witnessing. Honestly it was another solid night added to an unbelievably solid weekend! Coachella always has the greatest energy and you leave there feeling warm with hope and appreciation for the world we live in. Well, that and super fucking tired. Drinking and dancing for 3 days straight will do that to you.
Fack boho I’m giving alien vibes
Dior “So Real” sunnies, Necklaces from Fallon, J Crew, and Lalla, For Love and Lemons bathing suit and crochet matching separates, Chloé “Faye” bag, and Acne “Pistol” boots.
Happy Saint-Patrick’s day everyone! May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light, may good luck pursue you each morning and night…and beer, I wish you great beer. Today, being one of my favourite holidays, I thought what better way to celebrate then to share our adventures in the Emerald Isle itself. Last summer we had the great pleasure, of visiting Ireland to celebrate my 24th birthday, and it may have been one of our greatest trips yet. Our mothers in tow, we spent a week driving all around the island of Ireland from south to north, and saw sights (and pubs), experienced the culture (and pubs), and made memories that have a good chance of lasting a lifetime (except the ones we made in pubs). The luck of the Irish followed us from Dublin, to Belfast, and we truly had a magical time…and many pints of Guinness as well. Along the way we snapped a couple #OOTDs that remained unpublished until now. I thought what better time then to share them with you now, as well as a few pictures from our road trip to remember. Also on this special holiday I thought I’d leave you with a few words of wisdom… You can’t drink all day if you don’t start in the morning…
They’re in order…you’ll figure it out…
Dublin day 1- Ray Ban Clubmasters, Zara jacket and skirt, Isabel Marant for H&M shirt, Louis-Vuitton “Petite Malle” bag, and Chloé “Suzanna” boots. Dublin day 2- Cutler & Gross sunglasses, Zara dress, Chanel “Boy Bag”, and Chloé “Suzanna” boots. Owls & Blarney- Zara shirt dress, and jacket, Current/Elliott jeans, and Acne “Pistol” boots. Dingle Peninsula- Unif hat, Hermes scarf, Zara shirt and jeans, Louis-Vuitton backpack, and Hunter rain boots. Killarney/Galway- Zara hat and dress, vintage necklace, Balmain “Pierre” bag, and Acne “Pistol” boots. Giants Causeway- Kris Van Assche sunglasses, Zara shirt dress, Current/Elliott jeans, Balmain “Pierre” bag, and Acne “Pistol” boots. Belfast- Cloak of Winterfell. lol
How am I still on Coachella…I know guys, I know. What can I say, I packed one too many #OOTDs for a weekend. We headed back to the festival in the middle of a sandstorm (explains the paisley accessories) around 5 for a beautiful dinner in the Rose Garden. Though it was all kinds of delish and we made some interesting new friends at the communal table, I hoovered all the drinks and food I could keep down as fast as possible so I could catch the end of Ryan Adams‘ set. We then met up with some friends to watch what ended up being the highlight of the trip; Stromae. I’m not one to stick myself in the middle of a huge crowd to get trampled by drunk strangers, but man am I glad I made an exception this time. He was just…wow. My favourite Belgian even did a little dance with his buddy Kanye which was pretty cute to witness, though I was kinda disappointed Mr. West didn’t sing a verse from his remix of Alors On Danse. We were still listening to Stromae’s Racine Carrée’s on our road trip to Disney World, which caused my mother to become an instant fan. She now insists we blast Formidable on repeat all around the house 24/7, though she still can’t quite remember his name. Florence and The Machine, the act I was most looking forward to, was next. My favourite fairy had a broken foot due to all the jumping around she did during her set the previous weekend, but it didn’t take any of her magic away. Finally it was Drake‘s turn to take the stage, and my turn to jam a little too hard and make people around me uncomfortable. A perfect close to a perfect weekend.
Janelle boater hat, vintage Gianfranco Ferré sunnies, H&M necklaces, Nasty Gal dress and rings (similar), Cartier, Links of London, and Hermes bracelets, Chanel fanny pack, and Acne “Pistol” boots.
The Fucking Desert, California
Coachella may be long gone, for this year at least, but festival season has just begun! We shot this little guy in the desert our second morning in Indio, before heading to see Clean Bandit and dancing to some happy music. This For Love and Lemons number got a lot of traction in the young male demographic. I didn’t keep track of the number of drunk frat boys that ran up to me at the Empire Polo Club to comment on the fact that they thought I was naked, but it was a lot. “Sorry to disappoint buddy” became my tagline for the day. I had a much more pleasant encounter when a lovely eastern european girl with blond hair, a beige hat, the same dress in red, and similar black booties, approached me in the rose garden to tell me I had great taste. I really wanted to take a picture with my doppelgänger to capture this precious moment, but her english wasn’t that great and well…she just left mid convo. The food at Coachella was kind of a highlight for us, so after I had sampled the delicious everything from a large selection of booths and food trucks I started filling out my dress a little less gracefully. FOOD BABY! Being aware of the kinda lady I am, I foresaw this kind of event occurring and packed my Dimepiece Dashiki for the occasion! Hiding my grilled cheese pregnancy became a little easier after that. We spent the entire day in the hot hot heat and after jamming to awesome acts like Chet Faker & Milky Chance we started to get very tired. So tired in fact that we left right before The Weeknd’s set…where Kanye showed up and sang his favourite song of mine ever. ULTIMATE FOMO ACHIEVED. I’m still working on getting over that…
“NAKEEE” Tommy Pickles style
Brixton hat (similar), Dior “Technologic” sunglasses, Kate Moss for Topshop jacket, For Love and Lemons septum ring, bra, high waisted panties, and dress, Givenchy necklace, Chanel bag, and Acne “Pistol” boots.