Haute Like Couture

I’m quite obsessed with these bad boys. Golden Goose.

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 18:08:27 -0800

I’m quite obsessed with these bad boys. Golden Goose.

My friend Ryan (r) met the legend herself in Pasadena this...

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 14:59:10 -0800

My friend Ryan (r) met the legend herself in Pasadena this afternoon.

Playing a little game of cat and mouse

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 13:37:19 -0800

at 100 mph on the 101 with a brand spankin new R8 is so LA

Nicole Richie. Love the gloves. And those to die for boots are...

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 16:36:00 -0800

Nicole Richie. Love the gloves.

And those to die for boots are Modern Vintage

http://www.shopbop.com/mack-spat-buckle-flat-boots/vp/v=1/845524441851829.htm?folderID=2534374302054944&fm=browse-brand-shopbysize

Birthdays

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 16:06:54 -0800

I’m not particularly fond of them. Well, my own at least. I don’t like people to know, I certainly don’t tell anybody. And if people forget, I get to gloat - to myself at least. This stems for as long as I can remember. When I was younger I liked presents [and cake] but I hated the giant birthday parties my parents would throw for me. I hated the stupid pinata my mom would make me bash with that special stick she spent hours decorating. I hated all my “friends” running around collecting candy. And most of all I hated opening presents infront of people. If it were up to me I’d take them all to my room and sit there in the dark, stare at them for a while. Maybe poke a couple. But leave them wrapped for another day that wasn’t the day of my birth. That’s what we’re supposed to be celebrating after all, right? That I exist. That I walk and talk and make my snarky comments and roll my eyes and throw fits and am seemingly undeserving of every good thing that’s come my way.

I stopped having any desire to celebrate this day [yes, today the 6th of November] a very long time ago. The year my father died. It was my eleventh birthday that year. Eleven is supposed to be synonymous with first crushes and boy bands, Lipsmackers chapstick in every flavor and Hard Candy nail polish with those stupid little plastic rings that I thought were SO cool. Instead, my birthday that year was synonymous with everything I would never get to have again; running to the garage to meet my dad when he came home from work to be swept up into his arms, weekend trips to Santa Barbara together, helping him make Saturday morning breakfast for the rest of my family. Gone. Vanished. Never again. And so, I spent my birthday that year in my room in the dark. Vowing to never ever take my, nor anybody else’s existance for granted again. So, it becomes particularly ironic that I wouldn’t want to celebrate the day that I, you, my family came into existance. Or does it?

And here it goes: I exist everyday. You exist everyday. My nearest and dearest exist everyday. I have zero desire to glorify one day when there are 364 that we survive together day in and day out. 364 other days we push through.

Some days seem impossible. Others like the happiest of my life. And then there’s my birthday: just another day like yesterday, like tomorrow.

Grey's Anatomy REALLY stresses me out. Grinding my teeth, nervous foot tapping stress.

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 15:24:38 -0800

savemefromyself: treeswithoutleaves: brand new, okay i believe...

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 14:52:41 -0800

savemefromyself:

treeswithoutleaves:

brand new, okay i believe you but my tommy gun don’t

I remember sitting in my friend’s brand new [no pun intended] BMW on our way home from a birthday party our junior year of highschool and blasting this song, windows down, screaming the words.

Look at those precious eyes.

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 14:40:53 -0800

Look at those precious eyes.

It's not ironic at all. If I didn't follow them how else, then, would I know of their latest heinosity??

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 13:32:00 -0800

"Getting-ready time is that sacred time girls have to talk shit about everyone they’re about to hang..."

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 12:41:44 -0800

“Getting-ready time is that sacred time girls have to talk shit about everyone they’re about to hang out with, air fears about getting too drunk, and really bond…”

- so so SO true. “getting-ready time” with my roomies is one of the things I miss most about college. (via meredithnyc)

Getting ready time = sitting around [the besssst and I] in our matching Honeydew booty shorts and Free City tshirts doing just that.

(via fuckyeahnicolerichie) Always a soft spot for raisin face.

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 12:39:07 -0800

(via fuckyeahnicolerichie)

Always a soft spot for raisin face.

meredithnyc: Periodic Table table I hated every second of the...

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 10:53:20 -0800

meredithnyc:

Periodic Table table

I hated every second of the one year of chemistry I took in high school. This is for the rest of you science nerds.

I had to beg my Honors [why I was in Honors is lost on me] Chem teacher to give me a C+. A C+!!

She is a fierce performer.

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 10:52:28 -0800

She is a fierce performer.

Bring on the LOLs. But seriously, Sasquatch the minute you...

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 10:51:28 -0800

Bring on the LOLs. But seriously, Sasquatch the minute you attend a game they lose — blame’s on you!

emphasisadded: Head to Toe: Good, Real Good Michael Jackson...

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 10:50:15 -0800

emphasisadded:

Head to Toe: Good, Real Good Michael Jackson Edition!

Check out my new coat. I suppose I have alot of people to thank for getting this coat into my hot little hands…Anna Wintour for being an advocate of designers doing lines for major retailers, Stella McCartney for creating this brilliant little coat, Michael Jackson for inspiring such a design, Frankie for bringing it to my attention and of course, My mama for walking to Gap Kids

My new outfit:

Coat: Stella McCartney for Gap Kids (The coat is really well made- heavy wool with a lining. I am so charmed by the very thoughtful detailing on the sleeves and in the piping. I was a little worried about it being cut too narrow under the arms, but the fit is great! At $150, this feels like the perfect way to own a piece designed by Ms. McCartney.)

Jeans: Ever Denim

Tanks: Target & JCrew

Boots: Cole Haan

Earrings: F21

I tied my hair up in a textured p-tail and am ready to moonwalk my way through the day.

Win.

Love this jacket! What size did you get if you don’t mind, I’m thinking of picking one up myself :)

Translation: I’m studying Hinidi, so that when I meet your...

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 10:27:16 -0800

Translation: I’m studying Hinidi, so that when I meet your parents, I can tell them I love you.

Reggie Bush’s LA home is for sale for a cool 5.1...

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 09:54:00 -0800

Reggie Bush’s LA home is for sale for a cool 5.1 million.

Be sure to burn anything and everything in the bedroom, well anything KK could have gotten her filthy little paws on.

I wouldn’t mind those views.

This length is NOT flattering!! It would be great sans that...

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 09:29:00 -0800

This length is NOT flattering!! It would be great sans that shitteous fringe.

Eva, I expect more from you!

My favorite little tot. Katie is wearing a parka while mini me...

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 09:11:34 -0800

My favorite little tot.

Katie is wearing a parka while mini me wears…leggings?

Oh that’s right, alien babies don’t get cold.

An absolute hit, again. And those shoes for you darling...

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 09:09:00 -0800

An absolute hit, again.

And those shoes for you darling fashionistas that are wondering: Brian Atwood’s stellar design.

Bitch face is really on top of her style game.