On an unrelated but equally important topic…tomorrow, I ombre. What do you think? Without your seal of approval, I can’t do it.
In the Details
Here are some photos that have emerged from my iPhone Instagram album. I’m having a moment when I’m not really sure why I deem this sort of thing worthy of blog space, but in any case, I’m sharing. That’s the thing about being your own editor. You can overrule your better judgment and shit. You can also end your sentences with phrases like “and shit.” Also though, I don’t discriminate against non-iPhone, non-Instagram users. Maybe some people want to see these photos. So without further adieu, images of various body parts decorated by cool jewels and other things of similar sorts.
necklace: Kimberly Baker
For those of you that were confused about the whereabouts of the Bronx Zoo Cobra, he was mating on my neck.
…Layered on with these kitschy little budget wins that hail from Lucid New York. I am all about novelty neck wear.
shoes: Valentino. I called this one “like mother like daughter.” I copy everything my mom does. Can you guess which one is me? I’ll give you a hint, I am not wearing the coated J Brand skinny gray jeans. For a change.
The day my lady boner met it’s version of Viagra. Hello, eleventh object.
I like layering everything. Rings are no exception. Pack to stack, that’s my motto. (From bottom: Rachel Rachel Roy, TOMTOM x 3 and an old eternity band my mother gave me. Thinking about it now, it is fairly unusual that I’m running around wearing a ring my father gave to my mother in an effort to express his love. Something Freudian is happening.)
Oh look, some more fancy fingers. Art deco ring is YSL and the cocktail ring with the little froggy on it is from Lucid New York.
Once upon a time the sun still shined. And when that happened, I spent a great deal of time perving around the Meat Packing District with my main squeeze, Danielle Snyder of Dannijo. She’s the Danni, Jodie, her sister, is the Jo. In the above photo, Danni(jo) eats my finger, adorned by her Jacinda ring in a shadow.
blouse: Equipment, jeans: Rag & Bone. Monochrome is everything. While yes, the aforementioned is a sweeping statement of sorts, I intend to pay forward explanation to the public in a meaningful way. This is foreshadowing a post that will appear in the coming two weeks. Talk about insider access, roight? Roight?
This is a photo I took of myself in a taxi cab while sitting in perpetual traffic that made me want to kill myself. As it happens, snapping photos of oneself is a fantastic alternative to suicide.
My new gilded patio furniture inspired wedges by Proenza Schouler are perfect for sitting on gilded patio furniture.
And finally, meet my insides.
It’s good to know ya, hunks.