leggings from buffalo exchange, cowboy hat from melrose trading post, thrifted boots and belt, backpack c/o lucky vintage, necklaces c/o my salvation
The caliber of how suction-spandexy these leggings appear wasn't made aware to me until I looked at these photos. HOLY SQUEEZE. We'll blame the flash, because in person these things look like normal tight pants. I think. I hope. Anyway, I love them, so pfffpt.
I have a mad case of the one-red-eye currently transpiring, which is really awesome. See evidence of this in all it's grandeur in photo #'s 1, 2, 4, and 5. These infesting blood vessels won't give up. They come; they go; they return with a vengeance, and then they take a nap. It's a vicious cycle and I am sick of looking like I am stoned to everyone glaring at me from my right side. Until this retreats, just call me Stoney Kaufman and look away before we meet eyes.
Thank you Ryan and Zach for the cowboy hat, thank you Madi for the top and geode bracelet, thank you Dana for the jewelry, and thank you, Lucky Vintage, for the backpack. I couldn't have worn this outfit without you all.
I know I don't get too personal on my blog, and really only rant about dumb valueless bs, but I do have my formspring open to those wanting to know less (or more) trivial notions pulled out of my brain. I like to keep this blog fun and stupid. Fun and stupid forever. F&S. Fupid.
My boyfriend says it looks like a million boobs, but I think interpretation treble clefs are a better way of describing the visual on the inner (or outer?) side of this duster. Of course, Nintendo coffee beans falling from space accurately convey the images on the reverse side. And those faceless robed people? What are those people doing? Casually anticipating their demise by man-eating coffee beans from above? Or are they whistling music notes into the sky?
Nothing about this makes sense, which is [DUH] why I love it.
I'm sure you've all seen the glory that is Some Velvet Vintage during your etsy/tumblr/blog strolls. This shop is almost too good to handle, honestly. Along with the duster they sent me, here are a few of my other favorites:
Check out the Some Velvet Vintage online store here!
To keep everyone updated -- I'm working at a kick-ass rock 'n roll salon in Burbank, so if you live in the area, message me for more info and let's cut those locks. Chop chop!
american apparel factory sale leggings, boyfriend's florida shirt, thrifted flannel, jeffrey campbell boots
Today was errand day for the dog lords and this is what I wore.
Isn't sunny California just beautiful and perfect?Right now I'm thankful that I'm not joining the rest of the country as the weather turns into genuine Winter's-baby (Autumn). I'll continue to bask in the indestructible sunshine.
I don't have much to say after a day of conversations. I'm much too drained for more words. Words words words. Who really needs 'em? Silence is underrated.
dress c/o le reveur, thrifted jacket, bag from melrose trading post, thrifted snake boots
"Mom took a trip to Mexico in the 90's and all she got was this dress and a sunburn."
Jade from Le Reveur was kind enough to send me this dress, listed in her shop as the quoted sentence above. I was immediately in love with her and her store, and of course she stole my heart with that perfect caption for this fundamental 90's soul-sun batik dress.
Despite the crazy 90 degree weather, I'm dying to head south. I'm ready for dust in my hair, tumbleweeds, and this dress billowing in the dry desert wind as I blast this familiar song:
