top c/o bermuda triangle vintage, leggings from american vintage, thrifted boots and belt, bag from army surplus
Am I wearing clothes here? I can't tell because all I see are insane cheekbones that need to sprout some additional fat cells. Plump that shizz UP, already.
So here we have a top from a package that Bermuda Triangle Vintage sent my way. Could they know me any better? Canyon-painted mountain-desert land for the win. All of my road trips involve this terrain, so I love walking around with a vacation on my shirt.
Lately my life has been filled with rad new friends and (what else?!) dogs. Yeah, we have yet another homeless dog. We are hoping to foster him out to a loving person/family once we get him cleaned up and his hair cut. So far we've gotten barely further than this:
Apparenly he is immune to Xanax?! This guy will NOT let us cut the fur on his head. So he looks like a giant q-tip right now. If anyone in LA wants to come over and tackle this mess, by all means, be my guest.
Real talk, though: I want/need to go on a desert road trip. Like, asap.