…bump…
The beigelet, formerly Beigelet O’Keefe LaWonderful and now known as Alowischus Beigeon Vinny, fully expressed his displeasure at me taking these pictures (via kicking the hell out of my lower left side). Given how he acts during ultrasounds, he hates having his picture taken. DEFINITELY didn’t get that from me.
You all deserve a medal for sticking around my “fashun” blog for the last several months. Lawd knows I haven’t been fruitful on THAT front in any way, shape or form. For that, I can only thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I’ve been feeling better lately, so getting dressed in the morning isn’t as much of a chore – believe me, when staying upright and keeping your food down are the goals of the day, thoughtful clothing selection falls completely by the wayside. Although I’ve managed to make it out of the house without looking as if I’ve totally given up on life, I haven’t gotten back to my usual odd fabric, silhouette, and pattern combinations. Actually, that probably isn’t going to happen for a while. Baby steps, yo.
To make things easier, I’ve subscribed to the 2nd trimester gospel of a not-too-fitted t-shirt topped with something cute. The jeans, which have served me quite well when left unzipped and topped with a Bella Band, are on their way out of rotation in favor of everything made of cotton/lycra blends – no country for pants without elastic waistbands.
December 11 2010 …outfit post: jungle out there…
Kill City draped leather jacket
Rossmore necklace
DIY ring
MBMJ boots
So it finally looks like fall around here…mid-December and still pushing 80 degrees. Just another day out in sunny L.A…
My hair has hit the “awkward length” stage. I’ll be honest; although fashun declared wearing a head scarf during daylight hours “the hotness,” it’s been difficult for me to feel comfortable wearing the same thing I sleep in at night out in public. I’m sure I’ll soon get over this because the shag emerging at the back of my head is NOT.IT.
In other, non-vainglorious news, my friend Sister Wolf is in need of a new roof. Blogger (and my personal guru) Wendy B has agreed to donate a large portion of the proceeds from the sale of her Little Woolf necklaces and Swear Rings to help with the cause. Click the picture below to buy!
November 28 2010 …outfit post: black & blue…
little boy’s blazer via Hoodwill
vintage necklace
ksubi jeans
Nine West boots
Now that my crop is getting closer and closer to that awkward length, I’m finding it easier to wear large, loud necklaces. In fact, it’s kind of a necessity. Something about face framing…or drawing away attention…or something like that…I’m sure I heard it on the What Not To Wear marathon that was the soundtrack to my Friday…
This lovely lapis creation came about after a long and drawn out internet search for something completely unrelated. I love it when that happens. I liken it to falling “down the rabbit hole” or spending two hours clicking slightly related links on Wikipedia. Everything else has done a turn on the blog before, but if you missed the stories about the t-shit and jeans I am wearing, they are here and here. Why there are separate ordeals surrounding the purchases of two very basic pieces of clothing is beyond me…why these ordeals often start because of my closet purging neurosis is even further beyond me.
——–
I got it from a tumblr. Can’t quite remember the name, but I’m sure it’s along the lines of “Fuck Yeah, Vulgar Pooh Bear” or something…
In unrelated news, I need another pair of glasses. Something not so striking, but still…a bit striking. I’m thinking either of these 1960′s prison issues from my go-to specs spot, Gentlemen’s Breakfast.
Yay or nay? And which are you yay-ing or nay-ing? Please show your work.
November 21 2010 …outfit post: oatmeal…
DKNY sweater via Hoodweezy
self-designed necklace
vintage shirt via WGACA swap
Zara belt
F21 jeans
Steve Madden shoes
Back to my old shtick in the backyard. It’s cold and this is the best I know how to layer. Notice my exposed ankles.
Weekends should be longer. I wasted most of this one on a half-assed mission to find sunglasses that you needed a color-coded wristband to even think about getting and standing in line, waiting to get Ikea meatballs. Yes, that’s right. Damn the furniture, I go there to eat.
——–
Sooooo…did anyone draw blood/lose an eye/sock someone/hover menacingly over another person waiting for them to leave something for you to grab at H&M this weekend? Tell me stories.
November 02 2010 …outfit post: lips…
Blood is the New Black Lips tee
swapped jeans
Acne wedges
It feels good to reunite with old friends whether it be via Homecoming drunkenness or pulling out a pair of shoes you haven’t worn in a while. I managed to do both last weekend and, until the throngs of trick-or-treaters surrounded my mother’s house, completely forgot that Halloween was happening.
Speaking of befriending clothing, I thought I would never be able to love another graphic print shirt the way I love Mr. Mittens. That changed when I picked up this Blood is the New Black joint designed by Brian Lichtenberg at the Refinery 29/Space 15 Twenty event a few weeks back.
Something about a simple, soft black shirt bearing a faceless lady with a bright red lip…makes me want to wrap my head up and throw on an equally bright red lip…
You know…’cause you got to co-ooordinate:
Boomerang…circa that time in the 90′s when Eddie Murphy was really, really funny.
October 29 2010 …turban swag on…
As seen on Twitter…
MAC Ruby Woo lipstick
Rossmore necklace
DIY scarf turned headwrap/turban
Last night, I was remarking on how funny I found fashion’s recent embrace of the turban, or rather, its many iterations that I’ve used while either washing or wrapping up my hair at night (in times past, clearly). No matter though. I can fully get down with an alternative to having to do my hair in the morning.
And by “do my hair,” I mean wetting it and adding conditioner. It’s more labor intensive than it sounds.
…
Ok, it isn’t.
October 16 2010 …outfit post: second skin…
I was in a pretty pissy mood today, so I figured I’d take pictures in the most emo place I could think of: a parking lot. Ooh, moody lighting, oooooooh.
H&M leather shirt
maxi dress that needs to become a skirt
Rossmore & vintage rings
I’m sure no one here is surprised, but I am a huge fan of leather. So when the proposition of procuring a nude shirt made of the stuff presented itself, I jumped on it.
Note: always call ahead before running out to an actual store. Always.
Unfortunately, this caramel-colored leathery goodness had to hang in wait for a time when the outside temperature wasn’t going to test the limits of my breast and buttock sweat glands (thank this one for that verbiage there).
In other news, I’m feeling this long skirt movement. A lot.
October 02 2010 …outfit post: Mr. Mittens returns…
Not sure what this is supposed to be, but it looked interesting.
It’s a common misconception that spring, summer, fall and winter are the only seasons. Quite the contrary. For those whom I haven’t already told, SoCal has an entirely separate set of seasons: sunny, rainy, earthquake, and fire. Since the weather is caught between a thermometer-bursting furnace and dark, clouded thunderstorms, I’d say we’re in between sunny and earthquake. Time to pull out the itty bitty shorts to celebrate!
Searches for this shirt are what lead a LOT of people to my blog…usually some combination of cat, big glasses, shooting lasers, and space. If you are one of those people, the shirt is officially called “Mister Mittens’ Big Adventure” and you can get it here.
The epic space cat shirt is fashion. Get into it.
——–
Walking around with dudeguy today reminded me of something that happened a couple of years ago. We were downtown with a good friend of mine (who happens to be launching a style site that you should check out…ESPECIALLY if you live in Phoenix) walking around looking for a place to eat. A man walked up to the three of us and asked dudeguy if he was our “manager.”
I’m sure he didn’t think we were a singing duo…then again, he may have…because we’re edgy like that.
Since dudeguy is always one to play along, he said that he was. The guy then tried to sell him cocaine to help him “keep [us] in line.” He politely declined and we headed toward Clifton’s. Pusherman couldn’t understand why dudeguy didn’t take him up on his offer. After three seconds of being completely puzzled, he realized that dudeguy wasn’t a pimp. Soon after, he tried to get at my friend by asking her if she was Brazilian because she “had it all out there like that.”
She had on jeans, by the way.
This was the look I had on my face the entire time.
Sadly, that isn’t the only time I’ve been mistaken for someone who likes (or is willing) to screw for money. One day, I’ll tell you about the time I ran into Brian Pumper…or that other random guy that stopped me while I was coming out of a beauty supply store…or that very odd couple that stopped me in a gas station.
…
…
…
…
…
Umm…yeah…
…
…
…
…
…
Sometimes, I hate living in Los Angeles…but today wasn’t one of those days. I can’t argue with mini-shorts weather. Even if it makes me look like I’m propositioning…
“Can I get to 3rd?”
This feels like an appropriate time to link my favorite clip from Pootie Tang.
September 21 2010 …outfit post: balance…
I wasn’t really looking at anything.
Shirt from Hoodwill
Rossmore necklace
DIY studded bracelets
deadstock pants via Lekker Strak
Bakers shoes
These pants don’t get nearly enough playing time. Everything else I wear entirely too much.
September 16 2010 …chillin…
…because sometimes, sweats and an ostrich feather earring are the most comfortable things you can find.
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auction sniper
…outfit post: jungle out there…
Kill City draped leather jacket
Rossmore necklace
DIY ring
MBMJ boots
So it finally looks like fall around here…mid-December and still pushing 80 degrees. Just another day out in sunny L.A…
My hair has hit the “awkward length” stage. I’ll be honest; although fashun declared wearing a head scarf during daylight hours “the hotness,” it’s been difficult for me to feel comfortable wearing the same thing I sleep in at night out in public. I’m sure I’ll soon get over this because the shag emerging at the back of my head is NOT.IT.
In other, non-vainglorious news, my friend Sister Wolf is in need of a new roof. Blogger (and my personal guru) Wendy B has agreed to donate a large portion of the proceeds from the sale of her Little Woolf necklaces and Swear Rings to help with the cause. Click the picture below to buy!
November 28 2010 …outfit post: black & blue…
little boy’s blazer via Hoodwill
vintage necklace
ksubi jeans
Nine West boots
Now that my crop is getting closer and closer to that awkward length, I’m finding it easier to wear large, loud necklaces. In fact, it’s kind of a necessity. Something about face framing…or drawing away attention…or something like that…I’m sure I heard it on the What Not To Wear marathon that was the soundtrack to my Friday…
This lovely lapis creation came about after a long and drawn out internet search for something completely unrelated. I love it when that happens. I liken it to falling “down the rabbit hole” or spending two hours clicking slightly related links on Wikipedia. Everything else has done a turn on the blog before, but if you missed the stories about the t-shit and jeans I am wearing, they are here and here. Why there are separate ordeals surrounding the purchases of two very basic pieces of clothing is beyond me…why these ordeals often start because of my closet purging neurosis is even further beyond me.
——–
I got it from a tumblr. Can’t quite remember the name, but I’m sure it’s along the lines of “Fuck Yeah, Vulgar Pooh Bear” or something…
In unrelated news, I need another pair of glasses. Something not so striking, but still…a bit striking. I’m thinking either of these 1960′s prison issues from my go-to specs spot, Gentlemen’s Breakfast.
Yay or nay? And which are you yay-ing or nay-ing? Please show your work.
November 21 2010 …outfit post: oatmeal…
DKNY sweater via Hoodweezy
self-designed necklace
vintage shirt via WGACA swap
Zara belt
F21 jeans
Steve Madden shoes
Back to my old shtick in the backyard. It’s cold and this is the best I know how to layer. Notice my exposed ankles.
Weekends should be longer. I wasted most of this one on a half-assed mission to find sunglasses that you needed a color-coded wristband to even think about getting and standing in line, waiting to get Ikea meatballs. Yes, that’s right. Damn the furniture, I go there to eat.
——–
Sooooo…did anyone draw blood/lose an eye/sock someone/hover menacingly over another person waiting for them to leave something for you to grab at H&M this weekend? Tell me stories.
November 02 2010 …outfit post: lips…
Blood is the New Black Lips tee
swapped jeans
Acne wedges
It feels good to reunite with old friends whether it be via Homecoming drunkenness or pulling out a pair of shoes you haven’t worn in a while. I managed to do both last weekend and, until the throngs of trick-or-treaters surrounded my mother’s house, completely forgot that Halloween was happening.
Speaking of befriending clothing, I thought I would never be able to love another graphic print shirt the way I love Mr. Mittens. That changed when I picked up this Blood is the New Black joint designed by Brian Lichtenberg at the Refinery 29/Space 15 Twenty event a few weeks back.
Something about a simple, soft black shirt bearing a faceless lady with a bright red lip…makes me want to wrap my head up and throw on an equally bright red lip…
You know…’cause you got to co-ooordinate:
Boomerang…circa that time in the 90′s when Eddie Murphy was really, really funny.
October 29 2010 …turban swag on…
As seen on Twitter…
MAC Ruby Woo lipstick
Rossmore necklace
DIY scarf turned headwrap/turban
Last night, I was remarking on how funny I found fashion’s recent embrace of the turban, or rather, its many iterations that I’ve used while either washing or wrapping up my hair at night (in times past, clearly). No matter though. I can fully get down with an alternative to having to do my hair in the morning.
And by “do my hair,” I mean wetting it and adding conditioner. It’s more labor intensive than it sounds.
…
Ok, it isn’t.
October 16 2010 …outfit post: second skin…
I was in a pretty pissy mood today, so I figured I’d take pictures in the most emo place I could think of: a parking lot. Ooh, moody lighting, oooooooh.
H&M leather shirt
maxi dress that needs to become a skirt
Rossmore & vintage rings
I’m sure no one here is surprised, but I am a huge fan of leather. So when the proposition of procuring a nude shirt made of the stuff presented itself, I jumped on it.
Note: always call ahead before running out to an actual store. Always.
Unfortunately, this caramel-colored leathery goodness had to hang in wait for a time when the outside temperature wasn’t going to test the limits of my breast and buttock sweat glands (thank this one for that verbiage there).
In other news, I’m feeling this long skirt movement. A lot.
October 02 2010 …outfit post: Mr. Mittens returns…
Not sure what this is supposed to be, but it looked interesting.
It’s a common misconception that spring, summer, fall and winter are the only seasons. Quite the contrary. For those whom I haven’t already told, SoCal has an entirely separate set of seasons: sunny, rainy, earthquake, and fire. Since the weather is caught between a thermometer-bursting furnace and dark, clouded thunderstorms, I’d say we’re in between sunny and earthquake. Time to pull out the itty bitty shorts to celebrate!
Searches for this shirt are what lead a LOT of people to my blog…usually some combination of cat, big glasses, shooting lasers, and space. If you are one of those people, the shirt is officially called “Mister Mittens’ Big Adventure” and you can get it here.
The epic space cat shirt is fashion. Get into it.
——–
Walking around with dudeguy today reminded me of something that happened a couple of years ago. We were downtown with a good friend of mine (who happens to be launching a style site that you should check out…ESPECIALLY if you live in Phoenix) walking around looking for a place to eat. A man walked up to the three of us and asked dudeguy if he was our “manager.”
I’m sure he didn’t think we were a singing duo…then again, he may have…because we’re edgy like that.
Since dudeguy is always one to play along, he said that he was. The guy then tried to sell him cocaine to help him “keep [us] in line.” He politely declined and we headed toward Clifton’s. Pusherman couldn’t understand why dudeguy didn’t take him up on his offer. After three seconds of being completely puzzled, he realized that dudeguy wasn’t a pimp. Soon after, he tried to get at my friend by asking her if she was Brazilian because she “had it all out there like that.”
She had on jeans, by the way.
This was the look I had on my face the entire time.
Sadly, that isn’t the only time I’ve been mistaken for someone who likes (or is willing) to screw for money. One day, I’ll tell you about the time I ran into Brian Pumper…or that other random guy that stopped me while I was coming out of a beauty supply store…or that very odd couple that stopped me in a gas station.
…
…
…
…
…
Umm…yeah…
…
…
…
…
…
Sometimes, I hate living in Los Angeles…but today wasn’t one of those days. I can’t argue with mini-shorts weather. Even if it makes me look like I’m propositioning…
“Can I get to 3rd?”
This feels like an appropriate time to link my favorite clip from Pootie Tang.
September 21 2010 …outfit post: balance…
I wasn’t really looking at anything.
Shirt from Hoodwill
Rossmore necklace
DIY studded bracelets
deadstock pants via Lekker Strak
Bakers shoes
These pants don’t get nearly enough playing time. Everything else I wear entirely too much.
September 16 2010 …chillin…
…because sometimes, sweats and an ostrich feather earring are the most comfortable things you can find.
« Older | Newer »
about :: contact :: links :: uncopyright
auction sniper
…outfit post: black & blue…
little boy’s blazer via Hoodwill
vintage necklace
ksubi jeans
Nine West boots
Now that my crop is getting closer and closer to that awkward length, I’m finding it easier to wear large, loud necklaces. In fact, it’s kind of a necessity. Something about face framing…or drawing away attention…or something like that…I’m sure I heard it on the What Not To Wear marathon that was the soundtrack to my Friday…
This lovely lapis creation came about after a long and drawn out internet search for something completely unrelated. I love it when that happens. I liken it to falling “down the rabbit hole” or spending two hours clicking slightly related links on Wikipedia. Everything else has done a turn on the blog before, but if you missed the stories about the t-shit and jeans I am wearing, they are here and here. Why there are separate ordeals surrounding the purchases of two very basic pieces of clothing is beyond me…why these ordeals often start because of my closet purging neurosis is even further beyond me.
——–
I got it from a tumblr. Can’t quite remember the name, but I’m sure it’s along the lines of “Fuck Yeah, Vulgar Pooh Bear” or something…
In unrelated news, I need another pair of glasses. Something not so striking, but still…a bit striking. I’m thinking either of these 1960′s prison issues from my go-to specs spot, Gentlemen’s Breakfast.
Yay or nay? And which are you yay-ing or nay-ing? Please show your work.
November 21 2010 …outfit post: oatmeal…
DKNY sweater via Hoodweezy
self-designed necklace
vintage shirt via WGACA swap
Zara belt
F21 jeans
Steve Madden shoes
Back to my old shtick in the backyard. It’s cold and this is the best I know how to layer. Notice my exposed ankles.
Weekends should be longer. I wasted most of this one on a half-assed mission to find sunglasses that you needed a color-coded wristband to even think about getting and standing in line, waiting to get Ikea meatballs. Yes, that’s right. Damn the furniture, I go there to eat.
——–
Sooooo…did anyone draw blood/lose an eye/sock someone/hover menacingly over another person waiting for them to leave something for you to grab at H&M this weekend? Tell me stories.
November 02 2010 …outfit post: lips…
Blood is the New Black Lips tee
swapped jeans
Acne wedges
It feels good to reunite with old friends whether it be via Homecoming drunkenness or pulling out a pair of shoes you haven’t worn in a while. I managed to do both last weekend and, until the throngs of trick-or-treaters surrounded my mother’s house, completely forgot that Halloween was happening.
Speaking of befriending clothing, I thought I would never be able to love another graphic print shirt the way I love Mr. Mittens. That changed when I picked up this Blood is the New Black joint designed by Brian Lichtenberg at the Refinery 29/Space 15 Twenty event a few weeks back.
Something about a simple, soft black shirt bearing a faceless lady with a bright red lip…makes me want to wrap my head up and throw on an equally bright red lip…
You know…’cause you got to co-ooordinate:
Boomerang…circa that time in the 90′s when Eddie Murphy was really, really funny.
October 29 2010 …turban swag on…
As seen on Twitter…
MAC Ruby Woo lipstick
Rossmore necklace
DIY scarf turned headwrap/turban
Last night, I was remarking on how funny I found fashion’s recent embrace of the turban, or rather, its many iterations that I’ve used while either washing or wrapping up my hair at night (in times past, clearly). No matter though. I can fully get down with an alternative to having to do my hair in the morning.
And by “do my hair,” I mean wetting it and adding conditioner. It’s more labor intensive than it sounds.
…
Ok, it isn’t.
October 16 2010 …outfit post: second skin…
I was in a pretty pissy mood today, so I figured I’d take pictures in the most emo place I could think of: a parking lot. Ooh, moody lighting, oooooooh.
H&M leather shirt
maxi dress that needs to become a skirt
Rossmore & vintage rings
I’m sure no one here is surprised, but I am a huge fan of leather. So when the proposition of procuring a nude shirt made of the stuff presented itself, I jumped on it.
Note: always call ahead before running out to an actual store. Always.
Unfortunately, this caramel-colored leathery goodness had to hang in wait for a time when the outside temperature wasn’t going to test the limits of my breast and buttock sweat glands (thank this one for that verbiage there).
In other news, I’m feeling this long skirt movement. A lot.
October 02 2010 …outfit post: Mr. Mittens returns…
Not sure what this is supposed to be, but it looked interesting.
It’s a common misconception that spring, summer, fall and winter are the only seasons. Quite the contrary. For those whom I haven’t already told, SoCal has an entirely separate set of seasons: sunny, rainy, earthquake, and fire. Since the weather is caught between a thermometer-bursting furnace and dark, clouded thunderstorms, I’d say we’re in between sunny and earthquake. Time to pull out the itty bitty shorts to celebrate!
Searches for this shirt are what lead a LOT of people to my blog…usually some combination of cat, big glasses, shooting lasers, and space. If you are one of those people, the shirt is officially called “Mister Mittens’ Big Adventure” and you can get it here.
The epic space cat shirt is fashion. Get into it.
——–
Walking around with dudeguy today reminded me of something that happened a couple of years ago. We were downtown with a good friend of mine (who happens to be launching a style site that you should check out…ESPECIALLY if you live in Phoenix) walking around looking for a place to eat. A man walked up to the three of us and asked dudeguy if he was our “manager.”
I’m sure he didn’t think we were a singing duo…then again, he may have…because we’re edgy like that.
Since dudeguy is always one to play along, he said that he was. The guy then tried to sell him cocaine to help him “keep [us] in line.” He politely declined and we headed toward Clifton’s. Pusherman couldn’t understand why dudeguy didn’t take him up on his offer. After three seconds of being completely puzzled, he realized that dudeguy wasn’t a pimp. Soon after, he tried to get at my friend by asking her if she was Brazilian because she “had it all out there like that.”
She had on jeans, by the way.
This was the look I had on my face the entire time.
Sadly, that isn’t the only time I’ve been mistaken for someone who likes (or is willing) to screw for money. One day, I’ll tell you about the time I ran into Brian Pumper…or that other random guy that stopped me while I was coming out of a beauty supply store…or that very odd couple that stopped me in a gas station.
…
…
…
…
…
Umm…yeah…
…
…
…
…
…
Sometimes, I hate living in Los Angeles…but today wasn’t one of those days. I can’t argue with mini-shorts weather. Even if it makes me look like I’m propositioning…
“Can I get to 3rd?”
This feels like an appropriate time to link my favorite clip from Pootie Tang.
September 21 2010 …outfit post: balance…
I wasn’t really looking at anything.
Shirt from Hoodwill
Rossmore necklace
DIY studded bracelets
deadstock pants via Lekker Strak
Bakers shoes
These pants don’t get nearly enough playing time. Everything else I wear entirely too much.
September 16 2010 …chillin…
…because sometimes, sweats and an ostrich feather earring are the most comfortable things you can find.
« Older | Newer »
about :: contact :: links :: uncopyright
auction sniper
…outfit post: oatmeal…
DKNY sweater via Hoodweezy
self-designed necklace
vintage shirt via WGACA swap
Zara belt
F21 jeans
Steve Madden shoes
Back to my old shtick in the backyard. It’s cold and this is the best I know how to layer. Notice my exposed ankles.
Weekends should be longer. I wasted most of this one on a half-assed mission to find sunglasses that you needed a color-coded wristband to even think about getting and standing in line, waiting to get Ikea meatballs. Yes, that’s right. Damn the furniture, I go there to eat.
——–
Sooooo…did anyone draw blood/lose an eye/sock someone/hover menacingly over another person waiting for them to leave something for you to grab at H&M this weekend? Tell me stories.
November 02 2010 …outfit post: lips…
Blood is the New Black Lips tee
swapped jeans
Acne wedges
It feels good to reunite with old friends whether it be via Homecoming drunkenness or pulling out a pair of shoes you haven’t worn in a while. I managed to do both last weekend and, until the throngs of trick-or-treaters surrounded my mother’s house, completely forgot that Halloween was happening.
Speaking of befriending clothing, I thought I would never be able to love another graphic print shirt the way I love Mr. Mittens. That changed when I picked up this Blood is the New Black joint designed by Brian Lichtenberg at the Refinery 29/Space 15 Twenty event a few weeks back.
Something about a simple, soft black shirt bearing a faceless lady with a bright red lip…makes me want to wrap my head up and throw on an equally bright red lip…
You know…’cause you got to co-ooordinate:
Boomerang…circa that time in the 90′s when Eddie Murphy was really, really funny.
October 29 2010 …turban swag on…
As seen on Twitter…
MAC Ruby Woo lipstick
Rossmore necklace
DIY scarf turned headwrap/turban
Last night, I was remarking on how funny I found fashion’s recent embrace of the turban, or rather, its many iterations that I’ve used while either washing or wrapping up my hair at night (in times past, clearly). No matter though. I can fully get down with an alternative to having to do my hair in the morning.
And by “do my hair,” I mean wetting it and adding conditioner. It’s more labor intensive than it sounds.
…
Ok, it isn’t.
October 16 2010 …outfit post: second skin…
I was in a pretty pissy mood today, so I figured I’d take pictures in the most emo place I could think of: a parking lot. Ooh, moody lighting, oooooooh.
H&M leather shirt
maxi dress that needs to become a skirt
Rossmore & vintage rings
I’m sure no one here is surprised, but I am a huge fan of leather. So when the proposition of procuring a nude shirt made of the stuff presented itself, I jumped on it.
Note: always call ahead before running out to an actual store. Always.
Unfortunately, this caramel-colored leathery goodness had to hang in wait for a time when the outside temperature wasn’t going to test the limits of my breast and buttock sweat glands (thank this one for that verbiage there).
In other news, I’m feeling this long skirt movement. A lot.
October 02 2010 …outfit post: Mr. Mittens returns…
Not sure what this is supposed to be, but it looked interesting.
It’s a common misconception that spring, summer, fall and winter are the only seasons. Quite the contrary. For those whom I haven’t already told, SoCal has an entirely separate set of seasons: sunny, rainy, earthquake, and fire. Since the weather is caught between a thermometer-bursting furnace and dark, clouded thunderstorms, I’d say we’re in between sunny and earthquake. Time to pull out the itty bitty shorts to celebrate!
Searches for this shirt are what lead a LOT of people to my blog…usually some combination of cat, big glasses, shooting lasers, and space. If you are one of those people, the shirt is officially called “Mister Mittens’ Big Adventure” and you can get it here.
The epic space cat shirt is fashion. Get into it.
——–
Walking around with dudeguy today reminded me of something that happened a couple of years ago. We were downtown with a good friend of mine (who happens to be launching a style site that you should check out…ESPECIALLY if you live in Phoenix) walking around looking for a place to eat. A man walked up to the three of us and asked dudeguy if he was our “manager.”
I’m sure he didn’t think we were a singing duo…then again, he may have…because we’re edgy like that.
Since dudeguy is always one to play along, he said that he was. The guy then tried to sell him cocaine to help him “keep [us] in line.” He politely declined and we headed toward Clifton’s. Pusherman couldn’t understand why dudeguy didn’t take him up on his offer. After three seconds of being completely puzzled, he realized that dudeguy wasn’t a pimp. Soon after, he tried to get at my friend by asking her if she was Brazilian because she “had it all out there like that.”
She had on jeans, by the way.
This was the look I had on my face the entire time.
Sadly, that isn’t the only time I’ve been mistaken for someone who likes (or is willing) to screw for money. One day, I’ll tell you about the time I ran into Brian Pumper…or that other random guy that stopped me while I was coming out of a beauty supply store…or that very odd couple that stopped me in a gas station.
…
…
…
…
…
Umm…yeah…
…
…
…
…
…
Sometimes, I hate living in Los Angeles…but today wasn’t one of those days. I can’t argue with mini-shorts weather. Even if it makes me look like I’m propositioning…
“Can I get to 3rd?”
This feels like an appropriate time to link my favorite clip from Pootie Tang.
September 21 2010 …outfit post: balance…
I wasn’t really looking at anything.
Shirt from Hoodwill
Rossmore necklace
DIY studded bracelets
deadstock pants via Lekker Strak
Bakers shoes
These pants don’t get nearly enough playing time. Everything else I wear entirely too much.
September 16 2010 …chillin…
…because sometimes, sweats and an ostrich feather earring are the most comfortable things you can find.
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…outfit post: lips…
Blood is the New Black Lips tee
swapped jeans
Acne wedges
It feels good to reunite with old friends whether it be via Homecoming drunkenness or pulling out a pair of shoes you haven’t worn in a while. I managed to do both last weekend and, until the throngs of trick-or-treaters surrounded my mother’s house, completely forgot that Halloween was happening.
Speaking of befriending clothing, I thought I would never be able to love another graphic print shirt the way I love Mr. Mittens. That changed when I picked up this Blood is the New Black joint designed by Brian Lichtenberg at the Refinery 29/Space 15 Twenty event a few weeks back.
Something about a simple, soft black shirt bearing a faceless lady with a bright red lip…makes me want to wrap my head up and throw on an equally bright red lip…
You know…’cause you got to co-ooordinate:
Boomerang…circa that time in the 90′s when Eddie Murphy was really, really funny.
October 29 2010 …turban swag on…
As seen on Twitter…
MAC Ruby Woo lipstick
Rossmore necklace
DIY scarf turned headwrap/turban
Last night, I was remarking on how funny I found fashion’s recent embrace of the turban, or rather, its many iterations that I’ve used while either washing or wrapping up my hair at night (in times past, clearly). No matter though. I can fully get down with an alternative to having to do my hair in the morning.
And by “do my hair,” I mean wetting it and adding conditioner. It’s more labor intensive than it sounds.
…
Ok, it isn’t.
October 16 2010 …outfit post: second skin…
I was in a pretty pissy mood today, so I figured I’d take pictures in the most emo place I could think of: a parking lot. Ooh, moody lighting, oooooooh.
H&M leather shirt
maxi dress that needs to become a skirt
Rossmore & vintage rings
I’m sure no one here is surprised, but I am a huge fan of leather. So when the proposition of procuring a nude shirt made of the stuff presented itself, I jumped on it.
Note: always call ahead before running out to an actual store. Always.
Unfortunately, this caramel-colored leathery goodness had to hang in wait for a time when the outside temperature wasn’t going to test the limits of my breast and buttock sweat glands (thank this one for that verbiage there).
In other news, I’m feeling this long skirt movement. A lot.
October 02 2010 …outfit post: Mr. Mittens returns…
Not sure what this is supposed to be, but it looked interesting.
It’s a common misconception that spring, summer, fall and winter are the only seasons. Quite the contrary. For those whom I haven’t already told, SoCal has an entirely separate set of seasons: sunny, rainy, earthquake, and fire. Since the weather is caught between a thermometer-bursting furnace and dark, clouded thunderstorms, I’d say we’re in between sunny and earthquake. Time to pull out the itty bitty shorts to celebrate!
Searches for this shirt are what lead a LOT of people to my blog…usually some combination of cat, big glasses, shooting lasers, and space. If you are one of those people, the shirt is officially called “Mister Mittens’ Big Adventure” and you can get it here.
The epic space cat shirt is fashion. Get into it.
——–
Walking around with dudeguy today reminded me of something that happened a couple of years ago. We were downtown with a good friend of mine (who happens to be launching a style site that you should check out…ESPECIALLY if you live in Phoenix) walking around looking for a place to eat. A man walked up to the three of us and asked dudeguy if he was our “manager.”
I’m sure he didn’t think we were a singing duo…then again, he may have…because we’re edgy like that.
Since dudeguy is always one to play along, he said that he was. The guy then tried to sell him cocaine to help him “keep [us] in line.” He politely declined and we headed toward Clifton’s. Pusherman couldn’t understand why dudeguy didn’t take him up on his offer. After three seconds of being completely puzzled, he realized that dudeguy wasn’t a pimp. Soon after, he tried to get at my friend by asking her if she was Brazilian because she “had it all out there like that.”
She had on jeans, by the way.
This was the look I had on my face the entire time.
Sadly, that isn’t the only time I’ve been mistaken for someone who likes (or is willing) to screw for money. One day, I’ll tell you about the time I ran into Brian Pumper…or that other random guy that stopped me while I was coming out of a beauty supply store…or that very odd couple that stopped me in a gas station.
…
…
…
…
…
Umm…yeah…
…
…
…
…
…
Sometimes, I hate living in Los Angeles…but today wasn’t one of those days. I can’t argue with mini-shorts weather. Even if it makes me look like I’m propositioning…
“Can I get to 3rd?”
This feels like an appropriate time to link my favorite clip from Pootie Tang.
September 21 2010 …outfit post: balance…
I wasn’t really looking at anything.
Shirt from Hoodwill
Rossmore necklace
DIY studded bracelets
deadstock pants via Lekker Strak
Bakers shoes
These pants don’t get nearly enough playing time. Everything else I wear entirely too much.
September 16 2010 …chillin…
…because sometimes, sweats and an ostrich feather earring are the most comfortable things you can find.
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…turban swag on…
As seen on Twitter…
MAC Ruby Woo lipstick
Rossmore necklace
DIY scarf turned headwrap/turban
Last night, I was remarking on how funny I found fashion’s recent embrace of the turban, or rather, its many iterations that I’ve used while either washing or wrapping up my hair at night (in times past, clearly). No matter though. I can fully get down with an alternative to having to do my hair in the morning.
And by “do my hair,” I mean wetting it and adding conditioner. It’s more labor intensive than it sounds.
…
Ok, it isn’t.
October 16 2010 …outfit post: second skin…
I was in a pretty pissy mood today, so I figured I’d take pictures in the most emo place I could think of: a parking lot. Ooh, moody lighting, oooooooh.
H&M leather shirt
maxi dress that needs to become a skirt
Rossmore & vintage rings
I’m sure no one here is surprised, but I am a huge fan of leather. So when the proposition of procuring a nude shirt made of the stuff presented itself, I jumped on it.
Note: always call ahead before running out to an actual store. Always.
Unfortunately, this caramel-colored leathery goodness had to hang in wait for a time when the outside temperature wasn’t going to test the limits of my breast and buttock sweat glands (thank this one for that verbiage there).
In other news, I’m feeling this long skirt movement. A lot.
October 02 2010 …outfit post: Mr. Mittens returns…
Not sure what this is supposed to be, but it looked interesting.
It’s a common misconception that spring, summer, fall and winter are the only seasons. Quite the contrary. For those whom I haven’t already told, SoCal has an entirely separate set of seasons: sunny, rainy, earthquake, and fire. Since the weather is caught between a thermometer-bursting furnace and dark, clouded thunderstorms, I’d say we’re in between sunny and earthquake. Time to pull out the itty bitty shorts to celebrate!
Searches for this shirt are what lead a LOT of people to my blog…usually some combination of cat, big glasses, shooting lasers, and space. If you are one of those people, the shirt is officially called “Mister Mittens’ Big Adventure” and you can get it here.
The epic space cat shirt is fashion. Get into it.
——–
Walking around with dudeguy today reminded me of something that happened a couple of years ago. We were downtown with a good friend of mine (who happens to be launching a style site that you should check out…ESPECIALLY if you live in Phoenix) walking around looking for a place to eat. A man walked up to the three of us and asked dudeguy if he was our “manager.”
I’m sure he didn’t think we were a singing duo…then again, he may have…because we’re edgy like that.
Since dudeguy is always one to play along, he said that he was. The guy then tried to sell him cocaine to help him “keep [us] in line.” He politely declined and we headed toward Clifton’s. Pusherman couldn’t understand why dudeguy didn’t take him up on his offer. After three seconds of being completely puzzled, he realized that dudeguy wasn’t a pimp. Soon after, he tried to get at my friend by asking her if she was Brazilian because she “had it all out there like that.”
She had on jeans, by the way.
This was the look I had on my face the entire time.
Sadly, that isn’t the only time I’ve been mistaken for someone who likes (or is willing) to screw for money. One day, I’ll tell you about the time I ran into Brian Pumper…or that other random guy that stopped me while I was coming out of a beauty supply store…or that very odd couple that stopped me in a gas station.
…
…
…
…
…
Umm…yeah…
…
…
…
…
…
Sometimes, I hate living in Los Angeles…but today wasn’t one of those days. I can’t argue with mini-shorts weather. Even if it makes me look like I’m propositioning…
“Can I get to 3rd?”
This feels like an appropriate time to link my favorite clip from Pootie Tang.
September 21 2010 …outfit post: balance…
I wasn’t really looking at anything.
Shirt from Hoodwill
Rossmore necklace
DIY studded bracelets
deadstock pants via Lekker Strak
Bakers shoes
These pants don’t get nearly enough playing time. Everything else I wear entirely too much.
September 16 2010 …chillin…
…because sometimes, sweats and an ostrich feather earring are the most comfortable things you can find.
« Older | Newer »
about :: contact :: links :: uncopyright
auction sniper
…outfit post: second skin…
I was in a pretty pissy mood today, so I figured I’d take pictures in the most emo place I could think of: a parking lot. Ooh, moody lighting, oooooooh.
H&M leather shirt
maxi dress that needs to become a skirt
Rossmore & vintage rings
I’m sure no one here is surprised, but I am a huge fan of leather. So when the proposition of procuring a nude shirt made of the stuff presented itself, I jumped on it.
Note: always call ahead before running out to an actual store. Always.
Unfortunately, this caramel-colored leathery goodness had to hang in wait for a time when the outside temperature wasn’t going to test the limits of my breast and buttock sweat glands (thank this one for that verbiage there).
In other news, I’m feeling this long skirt movement. A lot.
October 02 2010 …outfit post: Mr. Mittens returns…
Not sure what this is supposed to be, but it looked interesting.
It’s a common misconception that spring, summer, fall and winter are the only seasons. Quite the contrary. For those whom I haven’t already told, SoCal has an entirely separate set of seasons: sunny, rainy, earthquake, and fire. Since the weather is caught between a thermometer-bursting furnace and dark, clouded thunderstorms, I’d say we’re in between sunny and earthquake. Time to pull out the itty bitty shorts to celebrate!
Searches for this shirt are what lead a LOT of people to my blog…usually some combination of cat, big glasses, shooting lasers, and space. If you are one of those people, the shirt is officially called “Mister Mittens’ Big Adventure” and you can get it here.
The epic space cat shirt is fashion. Get into it.
——–
Walking around with dudeguy today reminded me of something that happened a couple of years ago. We were downtown with a good friend of mine (who happens to be launching a style site that you should check out…ESPECIALLY if you live in Phoenix) walking around looking for a place to eat. A man walked up to the three of us and asked dudeguy if he was our “manager.”
I’m sure he didn’t think we were a singing duo…then again, he may have…because we’re edgy like that.
Since dudeguy is always one to play along, he said that he was. The guy then tried to sell him cocaine to help him “keep [us] in line.” He politely declined and we headed toward Clifton’s. Pusherman couldn’t understand why dudeguy didn’t take him up on his offer. After three seconds of being completely puzzled, he realized that dudeguy wasn’t a pimp. Soon after, he tried to get at my friend by asking her if she was Brazilian because she “had it all out there like that.”
She had on jeans, by the way.
This was the look I had on my face the entire time.
Sadly, that isn’t the only time I’ve been mistaken for someone who likes (or is willing) to screw for money. One day, I’ll tell you about the time I ran into Brian Pumper…or that other random guy that stopped me while I was coming out of a beauty supply store…or that very odd couple that stopped me in a gas station.
…
…
…
…
…
Umm…yeah…
…
…
…
…
…
Sometimes, I hate living in Los Angeles…but today wasn’t one of those days. I can’t argue with mini-shorts weather. Even if it makes me look like I’m propositioning…
“Can I get to 3rd?”
This feels like an appropriate time to link my favorite clip from Pootie Tang.
September 21 2010 …outfit post: balance…
I wasn’t really looking at anything.
Shirt from Hoodwill
Rossmore necklace
DIY studded bracelets
deadstock pants via Lekker Strak
Bakers shoes
These pants don’t get nearly enough playing time. Everything else I wear entirely too much.
September 16 2010 …chillin…
…because sometimes, sweats and an ostrich feather earring are the most comfortable things you can find.
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about :: contact :: links :: uncopyright
auction sniper
…outfit post: Mr. Mittens returns…
Not sure what this is supposed to be, but it looked interesting.
It’s a common misconception that spring, summer, fall and winter are the only seasons. Quite the contrary. For those whom I haven’t already told, SoCal has an entirely separate set of seasons: sunny, rainy, earthquake, and fire. Since the weather is caught between a thermometer-bursting furnace and dark, clouded thunderstorms, I’d say we’re in between sunny and earthquake. Time to pull out the itty bitty shorts to celebrate!
Searches for this shirt are what lead a LOT of people to my blog…usually some combination of cat, big glasses, shooting lasers, and space. If you are one of those people, the shirt is officially called “Mister Mittens’ Big Adventure” and you can get it here.
The epic space cat shirt is fashion. Get into it.
——–
Walking around with dudeguy today reminded me of something that happened a couple of years ago. We were downtown with a good friend of mine (who happens to be launching a style site that you should check out…ESPECIALLY if you live in Phoenix) walking around looking for a place to eat. A man walked up to the three of us and asked dudeguy if he was our “manager.”
I’m sure he didn’t think we were a singing duo…then again, he may have…because we’re edgy like that.
Since dudeguy is always one to play along, he said that he was. The guy then tried to sell him cocaine to help him “keep [us] in line.” He politely declined and we headed toward Clifton’s. Pusherman couldn’t understand why dudeguy didn’t take him up on his offer. After three seconds of being completely puzzled, he realized that dudeguy wasn’t a pimp. Soon after, he tried to get at my friend by asking her if she was Brazilian because she “had it all out there like that.”
She had on jeans, by the way.
This was the look I had on my face the entire time.
Sadly, that isn’t the only time I’ve been mistaken for someone who likes (or is willing) to screw for money. One day, I’ll tell you about the time I ran into Brian Pumper…or that other random guy that stopped me while I was coming out of a beauty supply store…or that very odd couple that stopped me in a gas station.
…
…
…
…
…
Umm…yeah…
…
…
…
…
…
Sometimes, I hate living in Los Angeles…but today wasn’t one of those days. I can’t argue with mini-shorts weather. Even if it makes me look like I’m propositioning…
“Can I get to 3rd?”
This feels like an appropriate time to link my favorite clip from Pootie Tang.
September 21 2010 …outfit post: balance…
I wasn’t really looking at anything.
Shirt from Hoodwill
Rossmore necklace
DIY studded bracelets
deadstock pants via Lekker Strak
Bakers shoes
These pants don’t get nearly enough playing time. Everything else I wear entirely too much.
September 16 2010 …chillin…
…because sometimes, sweats and an ostrich feather earring are the most comfortable things you can find.
« Older | Newer »
about :: contact :: links :: uncopyright
auction sniper
…outfit post: balance…
I wasn’t really looking at anything.
Shirt from Hoodwill
Rossmore necklace
DIY studded bracelets
deadstock pants via Lekker Strak
Bakers shoes
These pants don’t get nearly enough playing time. Everything else I wear entirely too much.
September 16 2010 …chillin…
…because sometimes, sweats and an ostrich feather earring are the most comfortable things you can find.
« Older | Newer »
about :: contact :: links :: uncopyright
auction sniper
…chillin…
…because sometimes, sweats and an ostrich feather earring are the most comfortable things you can find.
« Older | Newer »
about :: contact :: links :: uncopyright
auction sniper
about :: contact :: links :: uncopyright