My Head Is An Animal

she loves me, I swear

oh hai

Dirty Paws

Big Haute Cat Hair

Choupette, eat your heart out

My cat has the biggest, hautest (and hottest) cat hair ever. On my long weekend trip to my hometown I got to snuggle this fashionable lil' kitty while listening to my fave album as of late, My Head is an Animal by Of Monsters and Men. Kitty and I had a little unrequited love fest in my Grandma's garden under the hot, end of summer sun while jamming to her fave tune "Dirty Paws". My head really was an animal because one cranium cuddle with that feline results in a face full of cat fur.  The cat eye sunnies are quite appropriate for Kitty canoodling; chic and a perfect barrier between my eyes and her layers of hair. This post is slight on fashion, besides the fact that in my opinion, she is the next Choupette Lagerfeld. 

Sunnies: Vintage

Country Strong

I decided to take my big hair out of the city for the long weekend and enjoy my celebration of the social and economic achievements of American workers in a place where mud tires and cowboy hats reign supreme, my little hometown of Danville. So I strapped on my boots and immersed myself in Americana for a few days. Check out the first of a few posts chronicling my trek to the country.

Boots: AllSaints

Purse: Rebecca Minkoff

Cutoffs: Lucky Brand Jeans

Cuff: Veronica M.

Watch: Rolex

Bracelet: Brandy Melville



Big Haute Boyfriend Jeans

The funny thing about boyfriend jeans is that boyfriends, in general, do not like them. They are big, baggy and although they may be haute they aren't hot in the traditional sense. 

Boyfriend Jeans: Zara

Leather Jacket: Vintage

Tank Top: Brandy Melville

Clutch: Louis Vuitton

Shoes: Forever 21

The second I put my new Zara selvage denim boyfriend jeans on my actual boyfriend grumbled, "Awwww, where'd your butt go?".  These jeans are a woman's fantasy, they make butts disappear, and for that exact reason they are every man's nightmare. I absolutely love mine and am literally obsessed with riding 'em high and cinching them with a belt. I wore them out on Saturday for date night with my boo and although he wanted to send a search party out for my ass, he eventually warmed up to them and loved the fact that, thanks to my androgynous denim, my derriere was now a highly concealed secret only he knew the contours of. I paired my new loves with a black tank, my black leather jacket, and a chunky pair of 70's style wedges.

We chose Luella for dinner where we had amazing wine, deep conversations about Tom Hanks and after a few drinks I actually convinced Ryan that Wilson the volleyball had won best supporting actor for Castaway. I wanted to be a complete wino and subsist on my Cabernet Sauvignon for dinner, but man cannot live on wine alone and I  ended up pigging out on everything because their food is so bomb. My boyfriend jeans allowed me to indulge in some tasty eats (ricotta filled donuts with lavender honey!) without instantly popping the button off my pants and feeling stylish all the while, win-win.

Big Haute Brigitte

The tousled, larger than life mane, the quintessential French fashion sense, I can never get enough of Big Haute Queen Bee Brigitte Bardot

Orange you glad I look this AMAZE??

That choker is killing it on so many levels

Do I look pretty...of course I do I'm french