☼☼ WINTER SUNSHINE AND ROOSTER CRUELTY ☼☼

denim jacket from wasteland, thrifted shirt and scarf, tooth necklace from maya, old skirt from f21, jeffrey campbell boots

I am a fraud. I know Californians love to layer up in this "Winter weather", so here I am trying to fit in and understand. Honestly, it's too warm to layer like this during the day. And I forgot deodorant. So when looking at these photos, imagine my armpits stewing with sweat under all of that cloth. Mmm.

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Today I woke up to the sound of the rooster that resides somewhere down the hill from my house. Rooster, yeah - you heard me correctly. When I first moved into my place in East LA, the neighbors casually mentioned that there had been trouble with people holding cock fights around the area. This saddened me, as I did not realize that civilized people still regard this as an OK thing to do for entertainment. So, when I wake up to that rooster, I am so happy to know that it's still alive...and without other roosters around...except...

I found more roosters. 

In a local pet shop nearby.

 Jam packed amongst the roosters there were peacocks, small birds, rabbits, guinea pigs, chickens, you name it. 

Inside, the roosters were so loud that I could barely hear my own thoughts, let alone the voice of the woman helping me find leashes on the dust-ridden shelves. Why does anyone need to own a rooster? A peacock? The peacocks were in tiny cages where it appeared they had to keep their heads tucked down to properly stand up without hitting the top of the metal jail cell. There were so many birds in a particular pen that somehow one managed to squeeze its way through the wire and flutter around outside of the cage, frantically squawking at the other birds. And the rabbits! The poor rabbits, sitting in the window with the sun beaming down on their sprawled out bodies, trying to keep cool in that tiny packed cage. They looked like death.

I left that pet shop almost in tears, and wanted to pull an Edward Furlong Lobster-tale stunt. But where would they go if I had let them out? Onto the street only to be run over by cars? Chased by the many homeless street dogs? I'm sad and at a loss. These animals are living (dying?) every day in a horrible environment with people who are probably just annoyed by their presence and I don't know how to help.

I hate humans. If you have any solutions, please let me know. I can't be okay knowing this place exists in the condition it is currently in.

FREE THE ANIMALS, DAMNIT.

SHOUT OUT TO MYSELF AND MY LIFE; BOOYA.

super awesome fun time dress and blouse, necklaces from venice beach and c/o my salvation

Dress is for sale HERE. Blouse is for sale HERE. Get 'em while they're hot, otherwise I'll just keep wearing them together while pretending to be a jungle beast vacationing at Kauai Beach. I must be stopped, people.

****If you're in the LA/Burbank area****

We are having a GIANT party full of booze, comedy, music, art by Greg from the Bouncing Souls, a GOURMET GRILLED CHEESE TRUCK, photobooth, and did I mention booze? The world is invited to attend. So, come hither, little ones. We'd love to see your bright shiny faces.

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♦ ♢ CONFUSED BIKER VAGRANT MOM ♢ ♦

halter top c/o american deadstock, jewelry - vintage and my salvation, super awesome fun time skirt, shell purse, and cardigan, zara jacket

American Deadstock is the bomb, no doubt. I wear these guys on the regs. Recently I came home to a package that included this halter top and about 7 million other goodies from them. I cannot express my love and gratitude enough. MARRY ME, DEADSTOCK FRIENDS.

You may notice that I look like a middle-aged soccer mom from the neck up in these photos. This is due to my squeaky clean hair - very horrible. Clean hair ages me 10+ years. And makes me look like I should be wearing a turtle neck and pencil skirt. Gag. Good thing I am an expert when it comes to confusing the masses by showing some belly, and with a faux leather jacket? Forever clothing dyslexic, I swear.

Hey! People! 

I listed a handful of new items in my shop that, amongst other things, includes the skirt in which I am so eloquently wearing in this post. It's going to be hard to part with, but I've got to share the love, right? Check out this skirt HERE ...and maybe pair it with a similar American Deadstock halter top like this one HERE? ...and then head over to My Salvation and rock a similiar necklace HERE. We can be almost-twins! 

Below are a few items fresh in the shop. Check 'em out! Click the image below to visit my shop.

☽☽ SNIPER VEILIN' UNDER THE MOON ☾☾

army sniper veil - army surplus, yellow thing - goodwill, crochet bellbottoms - etsy, shell purse - goodwill, random jewelry

"Hey, [brother], wanna take some blog pics for me?"

"Fine."

And here we have the results. Fun night under the tiki shack porch in the Los Angeles drizzle. 

I bought this sniper veil a couple days ago. I don't plan on sniping or even wearing it the way it's intended to be worn. Camo shawl 4evr.

This dress will soon be available in my shop.

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⚡⚡ GLITTER LIMBS ⚡⚡

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.

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♢♢COFFEE BEANS 'N MUSIC NOTES FALLING FROM THE SKY♢♢

 necklaces c/o my salvation, duster c/o some velvet vintage, thrifted boots, diy fringe shorts, tie dye top from etsy

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!

SVV blog 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!

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♢♢ BEST COASTIN' ♢♢

 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.