Friday, May 31, 2013

STANDARD EXCESS

top c/o standard excess, velvet tie dye shorts from etsy, thrifted sweater, boots, and bag

Behold, the hill in front of my house! From this hill has come many chicken, roosters, dogs, and children. Like clockwork during the evening at the bottom of this hill, a lady yells an indistinct word REPEATEDLY for minutes straight. No one stops her, and I have no clue who she is or the purpose of her ritual chant. Sometimes we sit on my porch and just listen. I decided it was necessary to do something bizarre on this hill to add to the mix, and though at this point taking blog photos isn't that strange, it is my duty to contribute to the list of random things that go on atop this hill.

So, here I am, wearing a top sent from Standard Excess, a cool etsy shop that has a MAJOR store sale going on right now. 50% off all vintage, people! Check them out because they rule, obviously.
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Wednesday, May 29, 2013

GEM AND METAL

 
thrifted flannel and bodycon thing, jeffrey campbell boots, horn necklace from venice beach, smoky quartz necklace c/o gem and metal designs

Nothing like a good hunk of quartz to hang around your neck; right? Valerie from Gem and Metal Designs is on point with her simple raw Tibetan quartz necklaces. 

Evidence:



Not to mention these:



Do yourself a solid and check out the wonderful metaphysical jewelry store that is Gem And Metal Designs.


Saturday, May 18, 2013

THE CITY IS A JUNGLE

soundwave bracelet c/o the frequencitunnel vision shorts, thrifted top and boots, choker from etsy, vintage purse

Apparently I have a tiger obsession? According to this, this and this, I do, at least. Obviously I had to get these Bad Vibes shorts from Tunnel Vision, DUH. My friends make them and not only are they wonderful (the shorts) (oh, and the people) but they are so barely-there comfortable. BUY THEM.

Though I am inadvertently obsessed with tiger print/cat print, by now you all know how grossly obsessed with dogs I am. So enamored actually, that when The Frequenci contacted me about their soundwave bracelets, I had to get "I love my dogs" as my design. Basically, you record a short saying of your choice on a website like this, send it over to The Frequenci, and they create these bracelets made to replicate the visual soundwave of your voice. How. Freaking. Badass. And cryptic, so everyone thinks you're mysterious and cool and stuff.

Visit The Frequenci HERE.

PS. Those are two of my five dogs hanging out in a couple of these photos. They are probably sniffing baby diapers, because in my neighborhood it's totally acceptable to throw them out on the streets along with shopping carts, toilets, and mattresses. 




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Wednesday, May 15, 2013

♒ PANIC IN HOLLYWOOD ♒



 thrifted tank dress, choker from etsy, rosary earring c/o my salvation, bag from army surplus, shoes from santee alley

What a day! Time to get personal.

I woke up to get an oil change (boo) but met a nice homeless man on the way who must have been roasting outside because the LA heat is insane right now. I gave him money and he was bummed that I was married. (I am not married.) Anyway, how nice, whatever; I felt good about helping him out. Karma +1.
Oil is getting changed, and I decide to walk two of my dogs for the duration of the car fix-up. Nice again, right? Karma +2. Sticky was super excited to explore a different neighborhood and was doing her little dance-on-two-feet thing that she does. Five minutes into our exploration of Lincoln Heights, Sticky's happiness level went from a ten to a negative ten. Out of nowhere she began to slam her face against the pavement and cry while violently sneezing and clawing at her nose. I picked her up in a panic only to notice she had multiple foxtails stuck to her fur on her face, and one STICKING OUT OF HER LEFT NOSTRIL. You know what foxtails are, right? These. Dry, prickly, sharp pieces of horror. I tried to remove it in the midst of her demoniac sneezing but managed to barely touch it before it got pushed in further with her inhale until it was no longer visible. Mind you, Sticky's snout is MAYBE an inch and a half long. The foxtail was at least an inch long. I about had a panic attack and ran her back to the car place only to have to wait 20 more minutes because my car was literally hanging in the air. I couldn't get into the drivers seat even if I wanted to peel out of that place and rush to the vet. So, I wait, with the dogs, panicking, as I am being informed that I will need to buy two new tires because mine will blow at any time.

Blah blah, took her to the vet finally and they had to put her out with anesthesia so they could get into her tiny perfect nose. Apparently she sucked it in so hard that they think she swallowed it. Or that's what they hope.

Why am I telling you this story? Because I think I did a darn good job hiding my hysteria whilst taking these photos. I met up with boyfriend in Hollywood while Stick was at the vet and he snapped these pictures while blowing bubbles into the palm trees across the street to cheer me up until I could hear the thankful prognosis. 





Here she is after she got home from the vet. Lethargic and distraught.


SCREW YOU, FOXTAILS, AND SCREW YOU, KARMA. 



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Wednesday, May 8, 2013

☼ IMIDIWAN MA TENAM ☼

vintage dress, bag from some metaphysical store in long beach, necklace from venice, thrifted boots, snail attached to curb courtesy of nature

“Water, water, water....There is no shortage of water in the desert but exactly the right amount , a perfect ratio of water to rock, water to sand, insuring that wide free open, generous spacing among plants and animals, homes and towns and cities, which makes the arid West so different from any other part of the nation. There is no lack of water here unless you try to establish a city where no city should be.” 
- Edward Abbey

Take me back to the real desert. 


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