I don’t know why I have this strange
narcissistic idea that you might want to see the contents of my Blackberry from the last seven days but in any case, here I find myself, sharing with you, the contents of my Blackberry from the last seven days. I will take no offense should you glance over at the arm candy below and opt to close the browser. If you don’t, however, there is a suede vagina at the bottom of the page begging for your official TTLLV approval.
In the first photo I bring you, StyledOn’s Emily Kropp
and me stealing literal arm candy in the form of edible necklace from Rachel Antonoff’s kick ass fashion week presentation
that took place at La Guardia highschool. There was an actual school dance involved, true story. A job very well done by Rachel and Lady Frakes.
While in cab I looked over and saw my little Cuban lovers in the night shaking their maracas at me. I smiled and shook my maracas back at them. It was a special moment. Keeping flats in bag is just like having a spare tire hang out in your trunk. In my case however, this shit is ten fold more festive.
The Lake & Stars presentation
last Friday was one of my very favorites if only because the lingerie brought forward maintained a very high degree of sexytown while still venturing into the wild world of avant-garde. You read that, you heard that, you see that right. Sexy and avant-garde.
A break-through indeed.
Also from Lake & Stars, a member of the Cat Fish cast played security at the presentation at Pier 59. He tossed in his proper name to play “Hugh Jass.” Not a bad trade in.
Here, StyledOn’s Emily Kropp and me share our mutual love for sandal and socking, the concept and verb, via handheld device.
In honor of Valentine’s Day, Margaret of Bhati Beads
sent me a package of threaded stackables. Friendship bracelets shit on love bracelets. Can I get a heck yeah on that one?
In preparation for a Valentino x Elle x Blogger digital campaign that was shot yesterday, I’m endorsing baby heels. I tumbl’d this, I’ll blogspot it too: My drinks and kitten heels have one thing in common and that is, both better spiked. I rarely say no to anything studded. But because the shoes may be overtly ladylike, on this day, I wore severe drop crotch to stay true to my aesthetic.
Let’s also donate a moment to this Valentino lace jacket with leather lapels. It’s not mine for keeps…but swoony baloony! Hubba, hubba. (The drop crotch pants flee from Zara. They’ve never failed me.)
And in one final non-Blackberry photo…
of Because I’m Addicted, Brad Goreski
clad in leopard print Givenchy and yours truly talk bow ties, birth control glasses and the multitude of ways I can properly unleash the West Coast Repeller resting dormant within me at the Mercedes Benz Fashion Force culmination event.
What’s more important than that though, is that I’m wearing several suede labial folds around the collar of my neck.
Things that look like vaginas, indeed. A special thanks to Tibi
Alas, that’s all, folks.