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



Regina Phalange

I have a love/hate relationship with mani/pedis. The abbreviation for them alone can be hilarious/infuriating when you intend to text your mother, "Hey! Let's get mani/pedis!!" but due to the embarrassment inducing function known as auto correct actually send, "Hey! Lets get many penis!!"

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.

Hail Mary

self portaits are so artsy...

and necessary when your photographer leaves town.

Large Brass Cross Necklace: Melrose Trading Post

Turquoise Cross Necklace, Silver Cross Bracelet: Brandy Melville



As a real testament to my religious fixation as of late, I am currently listening to Neon Bible by Arcade Fire while writing this post. Jesus has always been my homeboy and my obsession with religious themed jewelry dates back to my Catholic schoolgirl days when I desperately wanted to wear my rosary around my neck as a compliment to the tiny gold cross I donned in support of my main man J.C..  This usage was frowned upon by the nuns, and other clergymen,  at my school because apparently the rosary is for praying not for accessorizing. My passion for the cross was reignited this spring on a trip to Melrose Trading Post while in Los Angeles visiting friends. We were doing a frenetic pre-Coachella sweep of the place when I stumbled upon an amazing sideways gold cross necklace that was screaming my name. The fashion gods must have been smiling down on me because a few weeks later I was appropriately fitted for the second coming of Tupac during Snoop Dogg’s set on the last night of Coachella. Tupac rose from the dead WWJD style to sing me my all time favorite gangsta rap, Hail Mary. Since that mind-blowing night I’ve been oddly obsessed with the song  and I’ve continued to amass the religious inspired accessories. Brandy Melville has some great pious pieces at the moment, including this silver cross bracelet and turquoise cross necklace I just picked up. I like to see just how many sideways crosses I can wear at once and how that number directly correlates to the number of people that ask me if I am a devil worshiper or part of the Occult.

                                                                                   Tupac lives

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

 

 

Big Hair at the Beach

The beach is the perfect place to ponder my top knot philosophy...

The bigger the top knot, the warmer the head...

Thus it should follow...

I've got one haute noggin

 

Rad

Vintage sunnies and a massive bun keep me smilin through the cold

 Sunglasses: Vintage

Shawl: Origin Unkown (beyond the chest in the living room)

This past weekend Ryan and I pretended it was warm and ventured to his family's beach house.  Numerous sun dances and countless prayers for any semblance of summer weather were fruitless as we could not will the warmth. Alas, in the wise word's of Ernest Hemingway, "The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco."

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