Sure Thing

Top: Forever 21

Culottes: H&M

Heels: Vintage 

This outfit was inspired by the fact that Vegas.com recently asked me how I would style a look for Vegas. Since I'm such a grandma, my favorite thing to do in Sin City is eat a bunch of food (the brunch there is seriously amazeballs, especially at Paris) and snap photos in all the swanky hotels. So I decided to pair culottes with a classic striped top and peep-toe heels for a dinner-at-the-Lago ensemble. I feel like this outfit is an effortlessly stylish blend of formal and casual, which is perfect for a classy night in one of America's wildest cities.  

Music

Sure Thing by Miguel 

No Type by Rae Sremmurd

Built on Glass by Chet Faker 

Prisoner by The Weeknd & Lana Del Rey

On Top by Flume

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Not Going Home

Beanie: DPTR 

Dress: Nasty Gal 

Jacket: Florence Flea Market

Creepers: Primark

Backpack: Target 

Frolicked around San Diego in my DPTR beanie. From La Jolla to Balboa to Coronado; pink walls & sea salt. You'll never get homesick when the road is home. 

"We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art."

Music

Great Good Fine Ok

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Americana

Beanie: eBay 

Top: Sandro

Pants: Urban Outfitters 

Espadrillos: Ralph Lauren

Relivin' the days of our youth via good eatin', park frolickin', and funny face makin'. We're a lot calmer now (aka we are basically grandmas), but sometimes we bring out our teenage souls for old times sake. Although we are no longer dancing on cars/playing badminton in the Taco Bell drivethru/eating hamburgers on strangers' lawns, we've still got some vivacity in our feathered veins. Sort of. 

P.S. I've been forcing myself to write again and recently spilled these words onto paper:

Today the stars exploded confetti and you looked at me with your moth wing eyelashes and said “__________” but you didn’t mean it and we both knew it. Imagined closeness like acid tongues dissolving into pink puffball clouds that feel (almost!) tangerine. Raspberry fingers; indoor voices on the beach at 4 am. The sky was lavender and I thought I could see everything, but I really saw nothing whilst you sat right next to me thinking about the softness of stomachs. If curtained whispers didn’t exist behind your words, I wouldn’t perch on windowsills waiting for ghosts and the walls wouldn’t peel years & years. A road without headlights/throwing salt in colorless holes/ocean skin x x x. We swallowed piano pieces in monochrome to fill the vacancy. Then we drove&drove&drove; searching for eternity inside the pixilated letters the voice on the other end of the line the questions left unanswered. Because even satin-bowed lies look pretty from afar.

Music

Blank Space (Cover) by Louisa Wendorff

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