Thrifted sweater, self made red shorts, Forever 21 hat+bag, Glaze boots, Trashy Vintage rings.
It's this cold and yet I can't force myself to wear pants. Thank God I live in California.
It's taking most of my willpower not to wear this sweater every day, everywhere, with just about anything.
It's got a few names -- old man sweater, oyaji sweater, jiji sweater, security sweater, or (mostly from other people) "that ugly thing."
Thrifted silk dress, misc. shearling jacket, self-made spike headband, Forever 21 purse+necklace, Jeffrey Campbell litas.
This dress is amazing -- it's extremely tailored, yet it fits absolutely perfectly.
It's more than a bit too cold to wear this now, but I'm looking forward to a long, happy relationship with this piece.
Who knows? Maybe a fur coat will make this wearable for NYE or something.
A security guard came to find me on the roof. He said, "I got a call that there was a hobo on the roof. I take it that's you."
I handed him a business card and explained that I was a blogger, not a hobo. He took the card, nodded, and rode away on his bicycle.
I've been called many things in my life, including a hobo, but I've never actually had anyone call a mall cop on me before.
Self made shaggy fur coat, Levis shorts, misc. shirt, Shoeone boots, self made spike headband, Forever 21 rings.
This jacket came out fantastic -- I made it in about five hours. The lining needed to be attached manually
so it was pretty labor-intensive, but I love the result. It's warm, and best of all incredibly austere.
Simple lines, no collar, no embellishments -- just basic, synthetic, square perfection.
I like cities. I hated them when I was younger, but now I find that I prefer them. Anonymity, medium-loud buzz of traffic, occasional sirens, never-ending stream of people and assured proximity to vending machines and pay phones are altogether oddly comforting. I've just finished this quarter and I'm dying to go to a different city. Nowhere in particular -- just somewhere else.
I spent the day in downtown LA. I had just a few minutes on a hotel roof to shoot these, and I was lucky to hit golden hour downtown.
I can't say I'm glad of pollution (actually it was a surprisingly clear day thanks to the recent high winds) but it filters light so perfectly that I can't help but be glad of it.
I picked up this leather jacket yesterday while thrifting, and it's an absolute beauty. 100% real leather, practically brand-new condition, and fits like a glove.
I don't care how many people tell me I'm gradually turning into Cher; I am going to wear this to death.
