Later on, after wringing out my socks and icing my hammies, I was texted the above photo and looked at Rob, shaking my ‘fro from side to side: “Man. Who the hell wears a dashiki t-shirt on a lethal, boulder-scrambling hike?” I’d have to say the biggest draw of hiking Old Rag is the views. Then I’d have to laugh… View Post
Greetings to you, friends of peace.
Once I sat in my aunt’s kitchen in the morning, eating breakfast with my older cousin Spencer (RIP) while a morning talk show sounded from a tiny tv in an open cabinet. I was shy then—and maybe now, around people I think are too good for most of humanity—and spooning my cereal while flipping through one of her interior design… View Post
Thinking outside the box.
[Brunch gear today: Eloise silk bathrobe, worn as jacket + ShopBop Bop basics dress + antique squash blossom necklace & cuff + Jeffrey Campbell booties + House of Harlow antler ring.]
In an octopus’ garden in the shade.
[Anthropologie silk romper + Sam Edelman booties + Splendid cardi + PONO cuff, Robyn Rhodes pendant.] Getting a little sultrified in the kitchen, apparently. Which seems odd, considering I’m in a ruffly, floral one-piece.
Right here, right now.
I’m pretty into being 31. I was super into being 30. There isn’t much I have to gripe about that is age-related. However, the absence of something does not always infer the bounty of its polar point: I’m not exactly celebrating things like not having 23-year-old eye skin anymore, or rejoicing that I’m losing more freewheeling friends to babyhood…. View Post