Elle Aye

I’ve stumbled upon a new-ish local jawn full of goodies that I love and love to look at.  They offer a tightly edited, very So-Cal sort of mix that lands between skater, native, and high-end and I’m here for it.  Everyone say hello to Super Street.








They deliver same-day in Los Angeles and carry a ton of fun socks.  WHAT’S NOT TO LOVE?!!



Brogues by Jenni Kayne

While everyone went completely gaga over the D’Orsay flats, I resisted the urge, sat back, and waited to see if something better would come along.  And it did.

I now have a goal.  These are the goal.

Hi Goal.





Alejandro Ingemlo loafers

When digging up reasons to justify buying these shoes, I came across a woman’s comment bashing them because they weren’t at all sexy. Perish the thought that shoes must be sexy to be worthy. Perish the thought that anything has to be sexy to be worthy.

People are too caught up in the idea of what they should be or look like, especially as it relates to how they will be perceived by other (usually nameless and faceless) people. I liked it better when we liked things just to like them.

I like these.

On Layering

Now that it’s cold enough, I can finally do the thing that I always want to do – throw a whole bunch of shit on top of other shit.


everything you’ve seen before countless times

Given my location, I am woefully underprepared for cold snaps (see: cropped sweater), but I’m trying to do this new thing where I try to use the stuff I have in different ways so I can stop buying new stuff (such a novel idea, I know). Half shirts are totally workable over a t-shirt and under a leather jacket in this post-hailstorm (bish whet?) high-50 degree weather.



February Roundup


The upside is that I spent less than I normally have for the amount of shit that I got. Trying to find a silver lining here. Let’s get into it.


// a neo-vintage Looney Tunes shirt

why: it was a nostalgia thing. I asked the Instagram gods for this and it came to me and I was powerless to say no.

circumstance: went searching for it on a whim (ok, the last of several whim-led searches) and found it on Etsy for $12. Normally I see shirts this age go for much more, so I called it fate and got it. The 11-year-old me is squee-ing with delight.

// two Theyskens’ Theory tank tops (one seen here)

why: it seemed like a good idea. Shirts are always good. I like shirts. 

circumstance: my boo-thang Ellie Di was in town and she wanted to go shopping. Naturally I obliged. I took her to my once most favored neighborhood for thrifting, ended up in Crossroads and was shocked that they were priced so low.

// Alejandro Ingelmo ‘Kennedy’ platform loafers

why: the loafers I bought on sale at Zara fucking suck. I can never trust the shoes there. I wanted new flats and these were chock-full of personality. Saw an all black pair on Oroma and was pressed to find a pair for myself. 

circumstance: I searched eBay a bit and found them. Showed Dudeguy and Dudeguy approved – even with the neon yellow that scares me a bit. I got them for a Coke and a smile. Winning all around.

// Jeffrey Campbell ‘Debora’ cutout boots

why: *groan* Ok, I think they’re cute. But I also think this is a case of “they’re cute on her, so this will obviously be cute on me … but in actual life doesn’t really work that well on me because I’m not her.” This happens a lot. Not as much as it used to (DEAR GOD THE MONEY I’VE SPENT), but more often than I’d like.

circumstance: impulsive ass night shopping – what else?



Still nothing, but that last item is the first up on the chopping block.



Clearly my attempts to not night shop have been unsuccessful. Technology has made it all too easy for it to happen and I can’t completely shut myself off from my phone, especially if I’m working late.

I’m taking suggestions if anyone has any. Each one, reach one.