Parrot Cay, Turks & Caicos
Ya….so my husband didn’t care for this outfit. That’s pretty much the premise of this post. He made a little joke about what I was wearing on our last night in Turks & Caicos, that didn’t sit well. I was surprised to even get a comment out of him, because he understood early in our relationship that a slightly negative, or even neutral opinion as far as what I’m wearing is concerned, could literally turn any evening into Def-Con 4. Seriously, like if he looks at me after I’ve changed, and I don’t get a “that’s cute” or “you look beautiful,” I start questioning everything. Its like the 4 stages of outfit rejection. First theres the I don’t care what you think moment, basically the “you’re such a dick” exchange. Followed by low self-esteem and questioning, the “do I look like a dick in this outfit?”. Then you have the anxiety, this is the part when you start sweating as your body temperature rises from anger/panic, and finally the full mental break down. You can easily spot this part as it involves literally trying everything in your closet in a fit of rage, while swearing at your loved one, and making a huge fucking mess. Long sleeve/long pants combo, red hot sunburn, and tropical temperature… ya, the sweating portion of the 3rd anxiety stage was hitting me really hard when we shot this little number. Who knew one could look so zen, when about to declare war on a perfectly nice evening?
Just wanted to look like I knew how to meditate
Christian Dior earrings, Nasty Gal necklace and rings, H&M shirt and pants, Chanel bag, and Alexander McQueen sandals.
Happy weekend everyone! Peter and I have been on a prolonged vacation with the family and it has been all kinds of relaxing. Seriously, I’m so relaxed right now I am barely stressing about the fact that I am almost done my Masters diploma and still don’t have any job prospects…Oh, I spoke too fast, there it is again. Expectations are fun! All jokes aside it has been so good for us to spend some time with my parents, watch tons of Amy Schumer, and get really tanned and fat from our days’ anticipation revolving around our next meal. As much as I drink that green juice in the morning and go for that run…it still doesn’t outweigh the mountain of carbs sitting in my stomach being converted to fat. Is that even how that works? I failed bio in high school…I think that’s the class where we covered digestion. Anyways, on this particular day we went to Miami’s Design District to check how the area was coming along and to eat at Harry’s, our favourite pizza spot. Thankfully, these pictures were taken prior to hoovering my meal, as it doesn’t look nearly as cute covered in sauce. Sidenote: off the shoulder tops…real tough to eat in.
Constricting as shit
Christian Dior earrings, Ray Ban Clubmasters, Tibi top, vintage Levis shorts, Olympia-Le Tan Cinderella bag, Sydney Evan, David Yurman, and Cartier bracelets and watch, Jacquie Aiche rings, and Christian Louboutin “Costa Nada” sandals.
I know…I’m late. This post was supposed to go up yesterday but I was busy celebrating the birthday of the most special lady in my life…my Maman. Back to business. We woke up bright and early for day 3 of Coachella, and I was pretty proud of my new early bird nature. I mean, it owed it all to jet lag, but still, felt very productive! We got all dressed up and ready to go, but when we showed up at the Empire Polo Club, well…we were kinda the only ones there. This is what it must feel like to be the first one to arrive at a party…facking awkward. We didn’t care much. I marched my Mickey ears to the Sloan set, which was the reason we arrived on the grounds in the AM, and was really disappointed by the turnout. These early slot bands deserved more respect! Playing for the 3% of Coachella goers who aren’t hungover because they didn’t get fucking wasted the night before is hardly fair for these talented performers. It’s not like their set was at 7 AM, I’m talking 12 PM kids! Wake the fuck up! Nonetheless it was an awesome mini concert and I really enjoyed all the dancing and running around space we had going on. I felt like a hyper toddler. We then ate a nutritious Coachella breakfast which consisted of Indie Jams Poptarts, had a couple Margaritas to get the ball rolling and headed to our friends villa for some down time. ‘Twas a good morning, but our last evening at the festival was about to get even better…. To be continued…(you know…cuz I changed and I’m gonna write another post about it!)
Brought the mouse magic to Coachella
Mickey ears from Barneys New York, Dior “Technologic” sunglasses, Chanel necklace, and bag, Nasty Gal necklace and rings (similar), Hermes, Cartier and H&M bracelets, Jacquie Aiche rings, Alice McCall romper, and Zara platform bluchers.
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.