Skip to main content

Reality Bites





This past week has been more engaging than I could've ever imagined, and now it's back to reality. Whimper-whimper. Extracting the downtrodden feeling, I'm reallllly tired from unreserved amounts of blithe frolicking... but all was worth it. We took roughly 6749365 pictures, so I'm planning a little documentation over the next coupla days, but bear with me... it's a process.

Oh, and the handbag was one of my great Goodwill finds... $800 Gustto for 12 bucks!

Comments

Eeli said…
Bella! I like the effect yuou made in your second picture. Its so interesting and cool! Eep. I like the continuity form black and white --> colour :P

Which i'm glad you did because that bag is such a beautiful colour. I think detailing can make all the difference between something bla-ce and FABULOUS. I like the roped effect of the handle its just interesting. You seem to accumulate so much beautiful bags haha. Thats a good thing of course :)
Anonymous said…
I love these pictures. They are so creaive and that bag is to die for.
ryder said…
like the combination. first the shoes! great choice for the season. skirt? amazing!!! love the print. and i love teh fact that u used simple shirt and by that you actaully did the entire combination to look more sexy! bravo!
lara said…
really cute outfit, I love the first picture and your shoes are great!!
Dana (MODAna) said…
AMAZING
those are the kinds of finds you know you could make money on if you sell - but you never do...
:)
FASHION CHALET said…
Such a great photoshoot, love the shoes on you they look so FIERCE! xx

xo/ fashion chalet
Anonymous said…
your pictures are soo darling!! 800 for 12 bucks? lovely... nice artistic approach on everything on ur blog! i will definately be frequent!! madddd!! and i love those rockclimbing(are they rock climbing stuffs?lol)stuffs??
Anonymous said…
Amazing images, you always have the coolest locations and are insanely creative!!

Popular posts from this blog

The Ties That Bind

I approached the various strands of rope gingerly, and while I spent much of the first day staring hypnotically, in what can only be referred to as a highly suggestive state of uber-confusion, I finally put the rope overlay under enemy control. I figured it would be a pragmatic undertaking, you know, some sort of therapeutic magic potion to lousy days. But all that insatiable weaving, knotting, tying, looping, and wrapping was seriously blowing my mind. After three weeks of (literally) getting caught up and tousled in something that ultimately looked like nothing, I was beginning to have my doubts. But in the end, the DIY project from hell was a veritable triumph as I kicked its sweet little nautical ass into the alpha dog of my closet. Awesome side note: I was stoked to be contacted by the ever-lovely Mimi for Fashion Idol of the Week , so if you haven’t already seen it, please check out my interview … it’s INCREDIBLE! And special thanks go out to Alex of aliens...

Around the Museum

Adept to artistic recreation, I wrenched this blue button-down from the retirement section of my closet… evidently, I’ve been on some sort of 007 sewing safari. Sated with a neo-trashy romanticism, its charming DIY imperfection materialized this impromptu photo excursion, even though I should have been working. But from the sun-drenched corners of a museum shop, I rubbed out the shadows of a recent stress purgatory, as the city voice seemed a tangible reawakening. Shirt, DIY (Meadham Kirchhoff inspiration). Satin tap pants, Victoria’s Secret. Bangles, vintage. Heels, N.Y.L.A.

Ascension and Snow

Masquerading like some sort of villain... The Lollipop Girl. Organizing a hoard of Louis Vuitton bags reminiscent of a passenger boarding the Titanic, I subsequently stiletto-stomped my way through the airport… my least favorite locale. The multitudes of people spatter together a freakish rendition of business, pleasure, and necessity. A communal jungle of paperbacks, multicolored Blackberrys, laptops, iPods, and diverse banter illuminate hastened boarding calls as a modicum of boredom weaves the metaphorical features of departure gates, all passengers all rows… terminal . Without defense to unwarranted luggage cruelty, enthusiasm flatlines. I do it for love... but ah, the joys of travel. From the stomach of flight, the world below is silent while conversation nebulizes and then bounces from either side of the oatmeal colored aircraft like a ping-pong ball caught in tilt. At 36,000 feet, anything’s possible… though slightly altitude-jaded, I escape into a book, catnap, amp the iPod, a...