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.
I am busy. Like about to have a mental break down busy. Life, as fun as it has been, is currently enjoying kicking the shit out of me. We are moving our lives into a new apartment this week, which coincidentally happens to be the most assignment/work/social heavy period I have had all year. YAY. Stress is my new boyfriend. Therefore today’s post will be short and sweet. We continue our trip in Londontown in a quaint little neighbourhood that seemed to have been built for Sylvanian Families animal dolls. We wandered around, while playing hooky and ditching some LFW shows to get a little British culture. By Brit culture I mean going to Harrods and Zuma, but none the less totally relevant to the UK’s heritage….am I right?
Life was so simple back then…
Vintage Gian Franco Ferre sunglasses, Dior earings, Zara necklace, T by Alexander Wang tee (similar), PLAY Comme Des Garçons cardigan, Topshop overalls, Chanel cuff, ring, watch, and bag, Cartier bracelets, and Saint-Laurent shoes.
London Fashion Week Day One
One month ago already, Peter and I headed to London in a moment’s notice after being invited to spring/summer 2014 fashion week. We spent our first day in Big Ben’s home walking the streets and enjoying the tourist attractions that are Piccadilly Circus and Trafalgar Square. Well, that and sleeping off the jet lag…not the best method if you ask me. Finally we ended our night an Nobu eating next to one of my many favourite British models, Jourdan Dunn. The next morning it was time for business as we headed to the LFW headquarters in Somerset House’s beautiful courtyard. The street style was obnoxiously wonderful and bold, as even fur wasn’t considered taboo despite the warm climate. Nothing was off the table. I felt almost underdressed heading into the tents, as if I hadn’t gotten the “less is definitely not more” memo, but man did I enjoy the show.
We headed into Jean-Pierre Braganza’s ARCHITECTONIC SS14 presentation and my lovely husband took the roll of photographer, as I admired the geometric, color-blocked, cutout, silk, and embellished looks walking before me. Jean-Pierre’s concept for the garments; an apocalyptic interpretation of Matthew Barney’s film River of Fundament, the decay of Detroit’s industry. This came across with images of chrome and motorcycle parts imprinted on pieces like silk blouses and a cotton jacquard sweatshirt with matching skirt. Many of the pieces derived from theme, and were an eclectic mix of streamline ensembles that would be worn off the runway and into the streets. I know I would have loved to borrow that cutout mini dress with impressive lapels for our evening out. A cool colour pallet, bold lines, interesting prints and appropriate use of embellishments will surely make this a well sold collection. As we headed out of the show we got another look at the lovely Ms. Dunn making her way through Somerset House hoarded by photographers. We then headed back to the St. Martin’s Lane hotel for a quick change and prepared for the day’s next show…
To’ally Bozzin’ ‘Bout Bein’ Hea’
Tom Ford “Campbell” sunglasses, Dior “Mise En Dior” earrings, Chanel necklace, gloves, watch, ring, boy bag, and boots, Cartier(similar) and David Yurman (similar) bracelets, Fendi Fur Monster, Topshop sleeveless jacket, and Helmut Lang knit dress.
San Francisco, California
On our second day in beautiful San Fran, we did what any curious visitor would do, and touristed it up a bit. The Walt Disney Family Museum was first on my list of course, followed by some Painted Ladies action, the Golden Gate Bridge, Swan Oyster Depot for some mollusk fun, and topped the day off with a magic show…yes a magic show! Personally, I find being a tourist incredibly fulfilling. Getting to check historically relevant locations or architectural wonder off my bucket list, totally gives my OCD a field day. If only the practice wasn’t associated with Hawaiian shirts, crocs, and visors. Today, I take a stand, never again will tube socks with sandals and questionable sunscreen application be synonymous with visiting culturally pertinent locals. Tourist shaming ends now!…as I do it wearing fucking fringe. BOOYAH!…is booyah still a thing?
Will What You Want…to fucking wear
Chanel scarf and shoes, Kate Moss for Topshop jacket, Zara shirt, Givenchy necklace, Sydney Evan (similar) and Cartier bracelets and watch, rings by Jacquie Aiche and Nasty Gal, Rag & Bone jeans (similar), and Balmain “Pierre” bag